Brooklyn and Dillon are in class and get a chance to look at all their schedules
Dillon: (looking at Brooklyn's schedule) well I don't think I'll be seeing much of you in school but at least we have gym together.
Brooklyn: well I gotta go to English now I'll see you at home later okay. (Walks off)
A little bit later in English class
Mr. Hill: I want each of you to give me a history of your family and for the girls how alike you are to your grandmother. And for the guys, well you get the picture I want a five-page report due in two weeks, if it's late you're getting no better than a D for the first Quarter.
The whole class is sighing
Brooklyn: hey Mr. Hill what is the point of this.
Mr. Hill: to develop your writing skills. Miss. (looks down at the sheet of names.) Miss Ashton.
Later on in the living room of the Q's mansion
Dillon: How was school?
Brooklyn: It sucked,
Dillon: (concerned) what happened
Brooklyn: well you know Mr. Hill.
Dillon: Yeah, let me guess he's making you do a report on your grandparents.
Brooklyn: How did you know?
Dillon: (reaches in the closet and pulls out a folder) I had to do it three years ago.
Brooklyn: Well you had Great Grandpa Ed and I gotta get Tracy to do mine. (Thinks) Hey maybe I don't need her after all.
Dillon: Brook I can't help you on this I don't know everything about her myself your gonna have ask her for help. She is a lot like you in a way just older
Brooklyn: Hey!
Dillon: it's the truth (grabs his things) I've gotta go out of town to look at some collage stuff.
Brooklyn: but school just started
Dillon: I know but I have to meet with the people at the film school and I gotta go see my dad. I'll be gone for two weeks max.
Brooklyn: (groans) Two weeks without you. You're the only teenager I know in this town.
Dillon: (hugs Brooklyn) well make friends; this georgie girl that we ate lunch with seemed nice.
Brooklyn: (sounding just like Tracy) only cause we have money I bet that's what she was after was after, that gold digger.
Dillon: (Dillon rolls his eyes) Bye Mother
Brooklyn: Hey!
Dillon leaves
Tracy is doing some paper work at ELQ when she is rudely interrupted.
Tracy: (upset) what? Why the hell are you here? And what happened to you?
Emily is standing across the room with her lips puckered out and her hands folded. Her hair looks like she just got electrocuted
Emily: you and I know darn well that you stole my lip gloss! (Moving closer towards Tracy) give it back before I tell the family (she says in her prissy self-righteous voice) what you did.
Tracy: I don't need to steal your cheap lip gloss (Tracy walks across the room and opens a drawer full of lip gloss) see now you can have any of these lip glosses if you leave me alone
Emily: (starting a rant) what are you trying to do black mail me? I knew it was you all along, and I know that you stole my lip gloss Tracy your evil. EVILLLLLLLLLLL! All you is lie, cheat, and steal. Tracy your evil you are the reason my Nicholas is in jail it's all your fault.
Tracy: (slaps Emily) Snap out of it!
Emily runs away crying almost hitting Brooklyn who has been ease dropping Brooklyn: (tapes a slap me if you think im silly sign on Emily) Emily don't worry I have a feeling that every thing is gonna be okay. (She says smiling like a chestier cat)
Emily: thank you Brooklyn (runs off)
Tracy stands out side her office and smiles at Brooklyn (like a Cheshire cat)