Scene: Top floor of the business building. A long hallway lined with cubicles. Light passes through a single large fan oscillating at the end of the hall. Professors huddle over their desks fervently scratching away with red pens. Except for one. One professor leans over a paper. Her face is ghost white. She is stunned.
Professor: Dios Mio! He's done it! He's done it!
She leaps out of her cubicle and runs down the hallway, holding the paper in the air. The other professors peer up from their work, squinting at the bright light.
Scene: Dean's office. He is sitting at his desk ruffling through some papers. We see that they are divorce papers. Professor bursts in the room.
Professor: Dean! A student's done it! A perfect paper! It's a miracle!
Dean scoffs
Dean: Please professor don't be silly. Let me take a look at the thing.
As the dean reads the paper the snooty smile slowly fades from his face as tears of joy begin to fall.
Dean: My God. It's just so... beautiful.
Professor: I told you! Truly this grade deserves a one hundred.
Dean: A one hundred? That would be an injustice to this paper! Nay! An insult! This paper deserves a two hundred! No! Two million!!
Later that day:
Dean opens the door to his home and tussles the hair of his son and plants a big kiss right on his wife's lips.
Wife: Why, my goodness. What in heavens was that for husband?
Dean: No reason, my love. No reason....
Cut back to Dean's office. Close up of trash can reveals divorce papers.
