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The TV is playing the horror film HOSTEL. JIMMY sits on the couch watching the movie, as Dad and the kids enter.
SAMANTHA
Hi, Jimmy.
JIMMY
Hey, Samantha!
MASON
Hey, what's up, Jimmy?
JIMMY
What's goin' on, Mason, man?
Mason and Jimmy fist bump.
MASON
Astros won.
JIMMY
You went to the game?
Dad enters the room.
DAD
What, I'm the only one with any arms
around here? Nobody else can carry
anything, huh? Help their old man
out?
MASON
What you watching?
Jimmy gestures for silence.
DAD
Aw, come on Jimmy, man! You knew
the kids were comin' this weekend.
Dad clears dirty dishes and paraphernalia from the table.
DAD (CONT'D)
Can't you just help me out a little
bit, just --
JIMMY
I'm sorry, muffin.
DAD
Yeah, don't "muffin" me, alright?
Don't put me in that position.
Alright, I'm not your fuckin' Tony
Randall.
SAMANTHA
Dad, it's always a mess.
DAD
It was not a mess this morning.
Okay?
JIMMY
I mowed the lawn.
DAD
Oh yeah, great.
Dad stretches out beside Samantha on the couch.
DAD (CONT'D)
Oh, come on man! Turn this shit
off. Come on, give me that thing.
Dad takes the remote control away from Jimmy.
DAD (CONT'D)
JIMMY
(laughs)
No.
DAD (O.S.)
Lane won it with a three-run homer.
It was beautiful, wasn't it?
Samantha shrugs.
DAD (CONT'D)
Sam lost her mind! She's a huge
Astros fan.
SAMANTHA
Sure.