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Jim sits at the kitchen table, opening a beer. Mom and Samantha prepare dinner in the kitchen. Mom walks over to the stairs to call up to Mason.
MOM
Mason! Honey, come down for dinner.
On her way back to the kitchen, Mom notices the screen on an open laptop.
MOM (CONT'D)
Samantha! You didn't post these
pictures and their descriptions?
Come on, this auction is going to
end on Sunday, honey. You've got to
get those posted.
SAMANTHA
Why are we even doing this? It's
like an online junk shop. I thought
you had a good job?
MOM
I do. We're what you call house
poor. Everyone's got to do their
part. Your brother took the pictures.
You have to help.
SAMANTHA
Who even buys this shit?
JIM
Hey, Sam, watch your mouth, alright?
Don't disrespect your mother. You
like a roof over your head, don't
you?
MOM
Yeah, and you like having electricity
so that you can charge your cell
phone?
SAMANTHA
I'm not even gonna be here next year.
I'm a senior. I should be having
fun.
Mason enters. He sits down at the table. He has blue nail polish on his fingernails.
JIM
Nice nails.
MASON
Yeah, some girl did that in sixth
period.
JIM
You planning on keeping them?
MASON
Until it comes off, I guess.
JIM
Last summer it was the earrings, and
now the nails. You got a, uh, you
got a purse to go with all that?
SAMANTHA
A lot of guys do that. He's just
trying to be cool.
JIM
When I was in high school, having a
job, being responsible, being able
to afford a car, that was cool.
MOM
Mason, honey, why don't you get you
and your sister some water.
Mason gets up to help set the table.