[checking the paper]
Hey, you know what's playing tonight? Pinocchio! You guys have never seen Pinocchio, you're in luck!
B Brad
Aw, who wants to see some dumb movie rated 'G' for kids?
Then you're going to go see Pinocchio tomorrow night.
Ronnie [Brad makes a disgusted gesture, but shuts up.]
Roy, that is a terrific way to win over your children.
I'm not serious, I'm just saying that I grew up with Pinocchio, and if kids are still kids, they're going to eat it up!
[Ronnie looks at him in disgust.]
Okay, I'm wrong, I'm wrong. I'm Wrong Roy, all right?
[Yells at his youngest son, who is demolishing his sister's doll in a crib]
Toby! You are close to death! Come out here! (Toby does so) Okay, look, I'm gonna give you yor choice, I'm not gonna be biased in any way. Tomorrow night you can either play Goofy Golf, which is a lot of standing in line and shoving and pushing, and probably getting a 'zero,' or you can see Pinocchio, which is a lot of furry animals and magic, and you'll have a wonderful time. Okay? Now let's vote.
Ronnie All right, everybody to bed!
T Toby
No way! Dad said we could finish watching The Ten Commandments!
Ronnie Roy, that movie is four hours long.
I told them they'd only watch five commandments.
Ronnie Roy, what did it look like?
It was like an ice cream cone.
Ronnie What flavor?
Orange. It was orange - and it wasn't like an ice cream cone. It was, it was more like a shell. You know, it was like this.
Ronnie Like a taco? Was it like one of those Sara Lee, um, moon-shaped cookies? Those crescent cookies? Don't you think I'm taking this really well? I remember when we used to come to places like this just to look at each other...and snuggle. [Roy and Ronnie kiss]
Ronnie, all I wanna do is, is, is know what's goin' on.
Ronnie But nothin's going on. It's just one of those things.
Which things? Which things?
Ronnie I don't want to hear about this anymore.
Ronnie, this is very important. I'm not just gonna let it lay here. I'm gonna call somebody about this...I saw something last night that I can't explain.
Ronnie I saw something last night I can't explain.
I'm going out there again tonight, you know.
Ronnie No, you're not.
Ronnie No, you're not.
Ronnie No, you're not! [She smashes his cupped hand with shaving cream into his mouth]
