Int. TACKY RESTAURANT BOOTH 1
MOM, 40s, sits with her purse on her lap across from her SON, 15, who is eating salad with a lowered head.
You’re going to have to start doing your own laundry.
MOM reaches into her purse as SON brings his head down closer to the salad plate in shame. MOM pulls out a sock from her purse.
I found one of your socks again.
SON quickly reaches for sock across the table, then squeals sounding in pain.
What the hell are you doing? Here?
Int. TACKY RESTAURANT BOOTH 2
A family sits and DAD, 50s, is ordering wine from SERVER, 20s. SON, 18, is playing with phone. DAUGHTER, 13, is whispering to MOM, 50s, while eating a bread stick sexually.
So once a month, every month, until I’m how old?
Until you’re my age, or until you’re pregnant.
MOM laughs with sinister tone. DAUGHTER looks beyond frightened.
I have some news that might startle you all.
Please tell me we aren’t moving back to Ohio?
SON in distress, puts bread stick down.
This is more serious.
MOM takes huge gulp of red wine.
Did you get the promotion?
DAD takes huge gulp of red wine.
Now, I don’t want this to change anything, but I’m, well, I’m gay.
DAUGHTER reaches for wine bottle and chugs it. SON stumbles from table.
My boyfriend will be thrilled.
Int. TACKY RESTAURANT BOOTH 3
MOM, 34, and JENNY,17, exchange laughs. SERVER, girl, approaches.
I’ll just be having the salad and bread sticks tonight.
Order something JENNY. Spaghetti, penne, something.
No really, I’m good. I had a big lunch.
MOM grows filled with rage and yells.
The hell you did! You’re not fooling me anymore Jennifer Goldsberg.
SERVER is taken back and confused. MOM retreats to a sweeter tone.
You’re an anorexic Jenny, you have a disease honey.
SERVER is more awakward. JENNY breaks down crying into her napkin. MOM looks at SERVER mildly shaking her head.
The boys just don’t want to fuck thicker girls anymore.
INSERT: Olive Garden Logo
Olive Garden- When you’re here you’re family.