Mom & Dad.
God, Laur, why don't you just take a knife and stab it through my heart??
I don't know why it bothers you so much.
Because those are my cookies. My mother made them for me.
She put them in our bag. I can eat them, too.
Elise, you can have a cookie, but you have to appreciate it.
Thank goodness my parents don't have anything important to fight about in this house.
Alright, Elise, you can go to the party as long as you don't drink or smoke pot.
Dad, I won't. I never will.
Yeah, that's what I said. Then I go to college and I'm strung out and addicted to heroin.
Shut up, Dad! You were not.
Naw, Ma, my skin's always this grey.
Paul Micale, making awkward talks less awkward since 1957.