A fast food table.
FATHER: | &&& | Get your homework out. |
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SON: | In Uberburger? | |
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FATHER: | Too much mess at home trust me. |
Son covers table with schoolwork. Father eats.
SON: | Just don’t get sauce on it or something. | |
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FATHER: | They don’t care. | |
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SON: | Mr. Myers would. | |
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FATHER: | If he cut a mark ’cause of a little stain… |
FATHER makes mark on schoolbook.
SON: | Dad! | |
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FATHER: | I’ll come down and kick him shitless. | |
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Tell him that. In assembly. | ||
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SON: | I can’t can I. |
Son concentrates on page.
SON: | Mum OK? | |
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FATHER: | ‘Course. Fine. | |
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Soon as she gets it into her thick skull she can’t tell me how to raise my son. | ||
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I love you boy. |