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biological father who I spend every

other week with and I make polite

conversation, you know, while he

drives me places and buys me shit.

No! Talk to me.

He turns to Samantha in the passenger seat.

DAD (CONT'D)

Samantha, how was your week? Uh, I

don't know Dad, it was kind of tough.

Billy and Ellen broke up, and Ellen's

kind of mad at me because she saw me

talking to Billy in the cafeteria.

And you remember that sculpture I

was working on? Well, it was a

unicorn and the horn broke off. So,

now it's zebra. Okay? But I still

think I'm going to get an 'A'.

Alright?

Dad turns around to address Mason in the back seat.

DAD (CONT'D)

Mason, uh, how was your week? Well

Dad, you know it was kind of tough.

Joe, he's kind of a jerk, actually.

He stole some cigarettes from his

mom and he wanted me to smoke 'em.

But I said no, cause I knew what a

hard time you had quittin' smokin',

Dad. How 'bout that? Is that so

hard?

SAMANTHA

Dad, these questions are kind of

hard to answer.

DAD

What is so hard to answer about what

sculpture are you making?

SAMANTHA

It's abstract.

DAD

Okay. Okay, that's good. See,

that's, I didn't know that. I didn't

know you were even interested in

abstract art.

SAMANTHA

I'm not. They make us do it.

MASON

But Dad, I mean why is it all on us

though? You know, what about you?

How was your week? You know, who do

hang out with? Do you have a

girlfriend? What have you been up

to?

DAD

I see your point.

Mason smiles.

DAD (CONT'D)

So we should just let it happen more

natural, right? That's what you're

sayin', right?

Mason nods.

DAD (CONT'D)

Okay. That's what we'll do. Starting

now.