Scene:
A car
Characters:
Mom- driving
Jack- 12 years old, sitting in the front passenger seat
Mike- 9 years old, sitting in the back seat
Jack- ( At the top of his lungs) I'm in charge of the radio station!
Mom- Well, you don't have to broadcast it coast to coast!
Jack- I didn't think you could hear me over that truck.
Mike- Mom! Look at the Mississippi license plate!
Jack- Stop interrupting me! Mom! Mike's interrupting me again for the eight time today. I hate him!
(Mike hits him in the arm) Now he just hit me!
Mom- Do I need to pull the car over? Just stop it! Both of you!
Jack- But he hit me! Aren't you going to do anything?
Mom- Stop!
Jack- But....
Mom- I said stop!
(Jack finds a very loud radio station. Mom rolls her eyes, listens for a few minutes and then turns the dial)
Mom- That's it! If I wanted to hear someone yell and drop F bombs, I'd hide your father's car keys!
Jack- But they bleeped them out!
Mom- Ah, but you can still tell they're there! Why is that, do you think?
Jack- I...
Mom- Just find another station!
( Jack turns the dial)
Mom- There! Perfect! Led Zeppelin! Classic rock! Who would've thought?
Jack- What are you talking about?
Mom- Well, when I was young, Led Zeppelin was off limits! Who would've thought that it would turn out to be the mild alternative to garbage mouth screaming at the top of your lungs rock?
(A Fleetwood Mac song comes on)
Jack- What's the name of this band?
Mom- Fleetwood Mac.
Jack- It sounds like disco.
Mom- What?
Mike- He said it sounds like disco! Mom, can you take me to the mall this afternoon?
I want to buy something!
Jack- He's interrupting again Mom! I hate him! Why did we have him anyway? He's done nothing but ruin my life! (Mike punches him in the arm) OWWW! MOM!
Mom- AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!
