That’s why you’re being so quiet.

What did I do?

Why do you always get angry at me?

Was it that thing I said about your mother?

Look, I was just trying to be funny.

You know me, my jokes always go over wrong.

I didn’t mean anything by it.

(sigh)

Well.

I don’t know what you want me to say.

Just tell me what to say and I’ll say it, ok?

What do you mean, ‘that’s not what this is about’?

Oh.

OH.

That.

Ok.

Yeah.

Ok.

I see.

Jeez.

I forgot all about that.

I’m sorry.

I am.

No, I know it doesn’t make it any better, but I am sorry, for what it’s worth.

Why are you still angry?

Seriously.

Why are you still angry?

I said I’m sorry.

What else do you want?

Stop saying that! You’ve already said that!

Hey, don’t start calling names.

Don’t start being like that.

I’m not going to do this.

No, I’m not going to do this again. AGAIN.

No.

Talk to me when you’re ready to act like an adult.

No, YOU shut up.

Shut UP.

UGH.

Hey, look, now, you’re upsetting the kids.

Are you happy?

No, eff YOU.  Don’t talk to me like that.

Get out.

Now.

I don’t even want to look at you when you’re acting like this.

You’ve been drinking.

You have.

Son of a monkey.

No wonder.

You have to stop this.

You HAVE to.

It’s going to kill you.

Yes, it is. And it’s affecting all of us, too.

How many times has little Jimmy been late to school because you can’t get your hungover self out of bed on time?

How many times?

No, that IS fair.

That’s perfectly fair.

You can’t keep doing this.

You can’t.

God, you have to stop.

This is not working.

You can’t even speak anymore.

Look, you need to leave.

You need to leave and sober up and come back when you’re ready to behave like an adult.

You make your mother so proud.

THE END