*Denzel Washington look*

Are you a leader or a follower?

Say that again. No, no, no, if you’re so bold to say that mess out loud, you can stand right there and repeat what you just said. Let everybody hear it. Go on. Say it with your chest. Louder. There ya go. Wasn’t so hard now, was it. Ok. Ok. What do you think. I want your opinion, kid. What do you think I am. I am standing right here, boy, no need to look around. They don’t know, forget them. But you know, big man, don’t you. What am I. A what? A leader? Imagine that. A leader. A leader. And what do you call leaders? Speak up! Sir, exactly. There. Everybody hear that? Sir. See, we all learned something today. Now, stop wasting my time and get back out there. That’s right. Right on that green grass. Mr. Marley’s been keepin’ it healthy for us, hasn’t he. Say thank you to Mr. Marley. See, manners. Now get out. You need me to write you a letter? Move. Move! Move! You, too, Davy, get outta here.

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*MI6 Mission Control*

List the people you admire and look to for advice…

James Bond: They’ve breached containment.

Mission Control: When?

Bond: Just now.

M: Is that Bond?

Mission Control: Yes, Ma’am. Containment has been breached.

M: Time?

Mission Control: We have been able to gather data for the last seventeen hours.

M: All of it?

Mission Control: Yes, ma’am. We have separate servers for this to avoid cross-contamination. One second, ma’am, he’s back online.

Bond: They’re not even hiding anymore. I think they want us to know they know we’re watching. It’s a direct target approach.

Mission Control: Direct target approach, ma’am.

M: Ask him why.

Mission Control: Why?

Bond: They’re mining. Moneypenny has the files.

M: No need, I have the files. Everyone. It’s official. Data is the new gold, and the gold rush has started as of now. Tell him not to raise any waves. We need to know how they’re operating

Mission Control: Eyes only, agent. No interference.

Bond: Bloody hell. We can stop it!

M: Bond. Eyes only. The moment containment was breached it was out of our hands. Now stay out of sight. Over and out.

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*Billy Crystal squint*

Have you ever been camping?

You just had to say it, didn’t you. You just had to say it. Could you keep it inside? No, of course not. Could you spare my feelings? Who are we kidding here. You just had to ask, didn’t you, knowing how much I hate the outdoors. Yes. Hate. Loathe. Despise. Yes, I said it. I’m being negative? Hate, hate, hate. There, I said it again. Three times even. Hate. There again. Said it again. Couldn’t stop myself. You should hate things more, you know, you’re way too positive. You’re the kind of person who is chipper. Enthusiastic, that’s what you are. I’m the kind of person who hates things. And what’s so great about it anyway, the great outdoors? It’s full of ants. Crawling up your legs, right into your food. Ten of them right inside my sandwich, like they bought the pastrami themselves. Ants and bears, that’s what you get out there. And those guys who wear flannel. You don’t get flannel in New York unless someone’s having a nervous breakdown. You know why I love New York? Because New York has no great outdoors. There’s just insanity and hot dogs.

© 2025 threegoodwords

Green?

Describe a decision you made in the past that helped you learn or grow.

Super Green.

Do it. Honestly, just do it.
Write it. Pitch it. Build it, and they will come.

Try that thing you’ve always wanted to do, the one that’s audacious and “out there”.
And: Have fun.

You’ll be surprised where that gets you.
It’s all in the doing.
So do it.

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