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Samantha is bowling, her pink ball hurdling down the lane toward the pins.
DAD (O.S.)
Nice... Nice... Nice...
Strike!
SAMANTHA
Yay!
DAD
Yeah! Alright!
Dad is clearly impressed and excited for Samantha, as he stands to embrace her.
DAD (CONT'D)
Come here, come here, yes! That was
awesome! Get up there Mason, get up
there!
SAMANTHA
Daddy!
DAD
(to Samantha)
It was so good!
(to Mason)
Come on. Let 'em know who you are,
buddy. Let 'em know who you are.
Dad kisses Samantha. Mason throws his bowling ball.
DAD (CONT'D)
Yes! Yes! Yes! Alright, alright...
Gutter ball.
DAD (CONT'D)
Don't worry about it.
MASON
Wish we could use the bumpers.
DAD
Bumpers are for kids. You know,
what're you, two years old? You
don't want the bumpers. Life doesn't
give you bumpers.
Mason tosses the ball again.
DAD (CONT'D)
There we, there we go, there we go!
We got something there! We got
something! We got something! Ooooh!
Another gutter ball.
MASON
Last time I went bowling we had
bumpers and it was a lot more fun!
Dad gets up to bowl.
DAD
You don't want the bumpers, alright?
You bowl a strike with the bumpers
and it doesn't mean anything. Trust
me. Just lay it out on the lane.
Samantha mimes smoking, points to Dad, as if to say that he smells of cigarettes. It's Dad's turn to bowl.
DAD (CONT'D)
Ka-blam! Let's hear it for the
father! Whoo!
(To Samantha)
Get up there, get in there...
SAMANTHA
Yay! Great job!
DAD
Get out there, girl, get out there!
Score-keeping screen flashes an animated alligator that reads: STRIKE