Max: Did you make this?
Carol: Yeah, yeah.
Max: It's very good.
Carol: We were gonna make a whole world like this. Now, everyone used to come here, but you know... you know what it feels like when all your teeth are falling out really slowly and you don't realize and then you notice that, well, they're really far apart. And then one day... you don't have any teeth anymore.
Max: Yeah.
Carol: Well it was like that.
[Max drags a chair to the counter. He sniffs the food in the kitchen. His mom takes the ovenmit off to tell him to be quiet.] Mom: Hey. Ssh!
[Max sits on the chair.] Max: Mom, what is that?
Mom: It's pâté.
[Picks up frozen corn] Max: Frozen corn? What's wrong with real corn?
Mom: Frozen corn is real. All right, now get off the chair, please. Go tell your sister to clear her stuff off the table.
[Max shouts real loud, more in his mom's face.] Max: CLAIRE, GET YER STUFF OFF THE DINING ROOM TABLE!
Mom: Max, don't ever pull that now.
[Max stands on the countertop.] Mom: Um, Max? Get off the counter, please. Get off. I have a friend here. You're embarrasing me!
Max: WOMAN, FEED ME!
[Mom covers her eyes, she is not happy.] Mom: Max, get off the counter. Please get off the counter. Get off the damn counter, Max. Now! Now!
Max: I'LL EAT YOU UP!
Mom: GET DOWN!
Max: GRRRRR!
Mom: Get off from there!
[Steps off the counter]
Carol: Yeah, yeah.
Max: It's very good.
Carol: We were gonna make a whole world like this. Now, everyone used to come here, but you know... you know what it feels like when all your teeth are falling out really slowly and you don't realize and then you notice that, well, they're really far apart. And then one day... you don't have any teeth anymore.
Max: Yeah.
Carol: Well it was like that.
[Max drags a chair to the counter. He sniffs the food in the kitchen. His mom takes the ovenmit off to tell him to be quiet.] Mom: Hey. Ssh!
[Max sits on the chair.] Max: Mom, what is that?
Mom: It's pâté.
[Picks up frozen corn] Max: Frozen corn? What's wrong with real corn?
Mom: Frozen corn is real. All right, now get off the chair, please. Go tell your sister to clear her stuff off the table.
[Max shouts real loud, more in his mom's face.] Max: CLAIRE, GET YER STUFF OFF THE DINING ROOM TABLE!
Mom: Max, don't ever pull that now.
[Max stands on the countertop.] Mom: Um, Max? Get off the counter, please. Get off. I have a friend here. You're embarrasing me!
Max: WOMAN, FEED ME!
[Mom covers her eyes, she is not happy.] Mom: Max, get off the counter. Please get off the counter. Get off the damn counter, Max. Now! Now!
Max: I'LL EAT YOU UP!
Mom: GET DOWN!
Max: GRRRRR!
Mom: Get off from there!
[Steps off the counter]
Max : Did you make this?
Carol : Yeah, yeah.
Max : It's very good.
Carol : We were gonna make a whole world like this. Now, everyone used to come here, but you know... you know what it feels like when all your teeth are falling out really slowly and you don't realize and then you notice that, well, they're really far apart. And then one day... you don't have any teeth anymore.
Max : Yeah.
Carol : Well it was like that.
[Max drags a chair to the counter. He sniffs the food in the kitchen. His mom takes the ovenmit off to tell him to be quiet.]
Mom : Hey. Ssh!
[Max sits on the chair.]
Max : Mom, what is that?
Mom : It's pâté.
[Picks up frozen corn]
Max : Frozen corn? What's wrong with real corn?
Mom : Frozen corn is real. All right, now get off the chair, please. Go tell your sister to clear her stuff off the table.
[Max shouts real loud, more in his mom's face.]
Max : CLAIRE, GET YER STUFF OFF THE DINING ROOM TABLE!
Mom : Max, don't ever pull that now.
[Max stands on the countertop.]
Mom : Um, Max? Get off the counter, please. Get off. I have a friend here. You're embarrasing me!
Max : WOMAN, FEED ME!
[Mom covers her eyes, she is not happy.]
Mom : Max, get off the counter. Please get off the counter. Get off the damn counter, Max. Now! Now!
Max : I'LL EAT YOU UP!
Mom : GET DOWN!
Max : GRRRRR!
Mom : Get off from there!
[Steps off the counter]
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