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June 22, 2011
In the master bedroom. Paul flossing his teeth preparing for bed. Jeannie enters after returning home from a party and begins changing into sleepwear.
PAUL: Did you have fun at Pete’s fiesta? I wish I could have gone but I just barely got off my shift. I bet he played La Bamba at least five times. And I bet he spilled his margarita but Betty wiped it up.
JEANNIE: Yeah, as always—he made a huge mess on their rug. He didn’t wipe up shit! Betty did! Your brother doesn’t do shit for himself, EVER! And you know why? Because you and your mom baby him. And now he’s just retarded and Betty picks up all the slack. You need to stop doing that. It’s really annoying.
PAUL: Yeah, I said I bet Betty wiped it up.
JEANNIE: Huh, what, oh. I thought you said, but I bet he wiped it up. You need to start speaking your words more clearly.
PAUL: Yeah, okay.
JEANNIE: And I said to stop doing that.
PAUL: Doing what?
JEANNIE: Flossing by the bed. It’s really disgusting.
