Connie
Guess what? Mom said we can go skating tomorrow.
Henry
Connie, what did I tell you about coming into my room?
Connie
But you guys aren't working on anything.
Henry
You didn't answer my question, so I'm gonna do it for you. [As Henry speaks, he grabs Connie by her ears, and she cries] You're not allowed to come into my room. Not now, not ever! Never!
Mark
You're wrong about that! [Pins Henry against the wall] This is my room, too. And I say she can stay. [He and Henry begin pulling each other's hair]
Connie
[running downstairs]
Mom, Mom, they're fighting!


