"Oh my fucking Christ!"

"I can't fucking believe it!"

"This always fucking happens!"

"I hate this fucking thing!"

"Every. Fucking. Time."

"Literally."

"Okay, fuck it. Just start over."

"Okay, let's have a smoke first."

"Okay."

Presently . . .

"So. Where were we?"

"I believe we were discussing the topic of 'heinous behavior.'"

"Yes, we were."

"Can you tell me a little more about that?"

"Well, I suppose from my mother's point of view, the most heinous behavior of all would have to have been my father's behavior."

"In what way?"

"Well, basically in that he left her. Which was weird . . . because, it was only approximately four years earlier, that she had pitched a fit in the parking lot of the Cape Cod Mall Cinema about how much she hated Christmas because we kids want all these presents, and how our father didn't want her wasting all this money on a lot of expensive junk, and how all she wanted to do was get us k -"

"Actually, we have have stop."

"Oh, for fuck's sake!"