my crappy conflict dialogue.. blahhhh
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Agatha:18 years old.
Martha:19 years old.
Arnold:16 years old.
all siblings
[Martha is in the living room watching T.V.. Agatha walks in and stands up against the wall. Agatha starrs are Martha til Martha finally looks back at her.]
::Martha looks at Agatha with question in her eyes::
agatha-are those my socks?
martha-i dont know. maybe.
agatha-i think those are my socks. not only are they my socks their my favorite pair of socks.
martha-ok. well. ill wash them tonight and give them back tomorrow morning.
agatha-(sounding slightly angry) thats not the point.
martha-god, calm down. theyll be neatly folded and placed on ur dresser before you even wake up.
are you really pissed off at me because of a stupid pair of socks?
agatha-maybe i am. their my fucking socks. you have plenty of ur own. i dont see why the hell youd be wearing mine.
(martha starts to untie shoes and giggle)
agatha-what are you doing? and why are you laughing?
martha-im taking my shoes off so i can give you your precious socks. and im laughing because your being rediculous right now.
agatha- its not just the socks martha, its the fact that you just assume you can take them. what makes you think i would just give you my favorite socks or my favorite anything for that matter.
martha- seriously, what are you talking about? where are you going with this? its not about the socks is it.
agatha- sure it is.
martha- haha.. nooo itss not.. come on. you can say it. your pissed off cause of what happen at the club last night.
agatha- i have no idea what your talking about. just give me my socks.
martha- aggy, it was only one dance. i dont even want the kid. hes all yours. ill even put in a good word for you if you want.
agatha- shut up! dont you tell him a thing. youll just screw it up. i mean..ahh. martha i just want my socks and for you to stop taking my things and stay out of my business.
martha- fine. ill never steal your socks again now that i know how much it really bothers you. happy?
agatha- yes. thank you.
[arnold comes home from the mall and walks into the living room where martha and agatha are]
::arnold looks agatha up and down::
agatha- why are you looking at me like that?
arnold- aggy, how many times do i have to tell you?
agatha- arnold, not right now.
martha- what are you two talking about?
(answering quickly) agatha- nothing!
arnold- its not nothng! this is the 3rd time ive caught you wearing that shirt.
martha- so what. maybe she likes it alot. whats it to you.
arnold- whats it to me!?! ITS MY FAVORITE SHIRT!
(Agatha shakes her head side to side and covers her face with her hand.)
martha-(breaks out in laughter) hahahahaha
Agatha:18 years old.
Martha:19 years old.
Arnold:16 years old.
all siblings
[Martha is in the living room watching T.V.. Agatha walks in and stands up against the wall. Agatha starrs are Martha til Martha finally looks back at her.]
::Martha looks at Agatha with question in her eyes::
agatha-are those my socks?
martha-i dont know. maybe.
agatha-i think those are my socks. not only are they my socks their my favorite pair of socks.
martha-ok. well. ill wash them tonight and give them back tomorrow morning.
agatha-(sounding slightly angry) thats not the point.
martha-god, calm down. theyll be neatly folded and placed on ur dresser before you even wake up.
are you really pissed off at me because of a stupid pair of socks?
agatha-maybe i am. their my fucking socks. you have plenty of ur own. i dont see why the hell youd be wearing mine.
(martha starts to untie shoes and giggle)
agatha-what are you doing? and why are you laughing?
martha-im taking my shoes off so i can give you your precious socks. and im laughing because your being rediculous right now.
agatha- its not just the socks martha, its the fact that you just assume you can take them. what makes you think i would just give you my favorite socks or my favorite anything for that matter.
martha- seriously, what are you talking about? where are you going with this? its not about the socks is it.
agatha- sure it is.
martha- haha.. nooo itss not.. come on. you can say it. your pissed off cause of what happen at the club last night.
agatha- i have no idea what your talking about. just give me my socks.
martha- aggy, it was only one dance. i dont even want the kid. hes all yours. ill even put in a good word for you if you want.
agatha- shut up! dont you tell him a thing. youll just screw it up. i mean..ahh. martha i just want my socks and for you to stop taking my things and stay out of my business.
martha- fine. ill never steal your socks again now that i know how much it really bothers you. happy?
agatha- yes. thank you.
[arnold comes home from the mall and walks into the living room where martha and agatha are]
::arnold looks agatha up and down::
agatha- why are you looking at me like that?
arnold- aggy, how many times do i have to tell you?
agatha- arnold, not right now.
martha- what are you two talking about?
(answering quickly) agatha- nothing!
arnold- its not nothng! this is the 3rd time ive caught you wearing that shirt.
martha- so what. maybe she likes it alot. whats it to you.
arnold- whats it to me!?! ITS MY FAVORITE SHIRT!
(Agatha shakes her head side to side and covers her face with her hand.)
martha-(breaks out in laughter) hahahahaha