Underneath the rubble, a golden key lay dot dot dot...

"Underneath the rubble, a golden key lay."
"No No NO! That's TERRIBLE! That's PATHETIC! 'A golden key lay' what is this 1950? Do you see Katherine Hepburn anywhere? I didn't think so! This is 2008! Movie audiences are dumber than ever! All they want are some big explosions, some heartwarming moments, and maybe some cheesy romances. And of course Heath Ledger in makeup... But that's not the point. The point is, you're supposed to be writing a script for a movie in 2008, and you're trying to give me 'a golden key lay'? Is that even a sentence? Jesus Jenny I thought you were supposed to have potential. They told me you had potential. You're lucky I'm not one of those asshole, egotistical movie producers or your ass would be FIRED! You know what? Go take a break. Take all the time you need. Take even 5 MINUTES if you have to. Then start over. Just write me something that doesn't SUCK!"
I could tell he was enjoying himself. He loved power.
"Nice job Dick. Sandy walked up to him. She had witnessed the entire spectacal.
"WHAT did you just say?" he fumed.
"I said nice job RICHARD, you made her cry. Now her eye-liner is all messed up and she'll come back looking like the ghost of Christmas-Yet-To-Come!"
"The ghost of WHAT?"
"It's from 'A Prayer For Owen Meany'. A wonderful book by John Irving about a little boy and his friendship with... another little boy. I'm only halfway through it, but I'm loving it. But that's not the point, the point is if you keep scaring off all your writers you'll never get the script to Morgan Freeman's Voice in time!"
"Yeah... you're probably right." He sighed. "Did you HEAR the crap she was reading to me though? I mean, 'a golden key lay', like it was Shakespeare or something. I would be downright embarrassed showing that to Morgan Freeman!"
"Give her a break Dick, she's trying really hard."
"WHAT did y-"
"Sorry give her a break RICHARD, she's trying really hard."
"Maybe that's her problem. She's trying too hard. I mean, it's Morgan Freeman! All he has to say is 'Hi, I'm Morgan Freeman' and the audience melts before HEY WAIT A MINUTE THAT'S A GREAT IDEA!" He walked off with those words echoeing in his head, and the plot of the movie formulating itself in his mind.
Sandy rolled her eyes and walked off in the opposite direction.
Two days later, Jenny emerged from her hiding spot, with a brilliant script in her hand. It was a heartwarming tale of a man who becomes God for a week thinking he can do God's job better than God. He later finds out that he in fact would do a terrible job, and God was actually way better than him all along.
"Hello?" She called out. "Hello? Anybody there?"
"Hello." A voice said from behind her.
"Who is it?" She said cautiously.
"I am Morgan Freeman."
"CUT!" Dick's voice rang out. That was PERFECT Mr. Freeman! PERFECT! And Jenny, you're a natural! When did you learn to act like that? You can get up now the scenes over. Jenny, you can get up! Jenny?"
"But Jenny did not reply, or even hear him, for upon the instant that she heard Morgan Freeman speak to her, she had fainted.