What Will Happen In My Future Quiz

The lead, obviously. You'd demand three trailers and a bowl of jellybeans (black ones removed).

The parent of the lead. You'd be the one who tells them it'll all be alright when they break down in tears.

Not necessarily 'in' the movie, but the producer. You'd do a good job, too, and an Oscar.

The one who hangs around in the background, who has to cheer or boo or laugh.

A monster or an alien. How cool would that be?

Join in enthusiastically, adding how you've been told you look just like Katie Holmes.

Feign interest and let them ramble on.

Tell her that winners don't bask in others' achievements.

Ask her where she heard it, and then ask if you can keep the magazine.

Manage to change the subject.

Tell them that you don't need them, you're going to be famous one day.

They say jump, and I say, 'how high?'

I'm heading for greater things, but that'll do for now.

I'm leaving.

Stick at it because you never know.

A chihuahua, so you can carry it around in your pink handbag.

A Labrador, an ever-faithful pet that you can take for walks.

A Siamese cat, because you think it's a lot like yourself.

A cockroach, because they just hang around wherever you go. And they're cheap to feed... Are you crazy? I can't afford to feed a pet!

A goldfish, because their eyes look funny.

Who reads books? Magazines are much better.

Anything Dr. Seuss.

"The Key to my Success"

"The Lord of the Rings"

"Harry Potter"

Pink. And Glittery.

Anything that isn't brown.

Gold.

Brown.

Purple.

Free. Designers hand them out to me.

Jeans and a tee shirt.

Clean-pressed white cotton and shiny black shoes.

Trackies, flannels and, the most fashionable shoes alive, Crocs.

Retro, vintage... Anything unusual.

Red wine.

A good old Sunday roast.

What does that have to do with my future? You're wasting my time here.

The half-eaten burgers people leave behind in Macca's, especially when they've left the pickles.

Trifle. Or sticky date pudding with cream.

Roses in bouquets tied with ribbon.

Geraniums. They have no sharp bits or pollen.

I hate flowers. I'm getting sick of this.

You can always swipe some nice ones from the cemetery.

Venus flytraps.

In a dramatic and explosive car accident, with everyone watching, be it the newspaper, news channel or the internet.

Peacefully, in your sleep, after saying goodbye to your family.

In an award ceremony, when the roof caves in.

While parasailing.

Drowning in the ocean.