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Bill walks in angrily, carrying a bottle. He loudly bangs things on the table, and pours himself a drink.
BILL
I'm having a drink with my dinner.
Anybody else have a problem with
that? Hm? Samantha?
The family is seated at the dinner table, practically frozen.
SAMANTHA
No.
BILL
Mindy?
MINDY
No.
BILL
I didn't think so.
He drinks the entire glass, and slowly zeros in on Mason.
BILL (CONT'D)
You don't like me much, do you Mason?
That's okay, I don't like me either.
Think that's funny, huh? You think
that's fuckin' funny?
Bill throws his empty glass at Mason's plate, shattering it.
MOM
Oh!
BILL (O.S.)
(to Randy)
What's the matter, you feeling a
little left out?
Bill throws the empty whiskey bottle past Randy. It shatters on the floor.
MOM
Oh!
BILL
Clean it up, goddamnit! Clean it
up!
MOM
Bill! Bill!
BILL
Clean it up, goddamnit! I hate
squash!
Bill walks away, leaving the shocked family at the table.