"How is everything?"
"It's great, mom! The meatloaf is real good."
"It's a very fine meal, Diane."
"Well I'm glad you boys like it. Is there anything else I can getcha?"
"No thanks, mom."
"We're fine, honey. But can I have a moment alone with Brandon, please?"
"Of course! Let me know if you need anything. I'll be in the kitchen."
KITCHEN DOOR SWINGS OPEN AND THEN SHUT AGAIN
"Brandon, there's something I need to discuss with you."
"You don't need to use so much Prell when you wash your hair."
"What do you mean?"
"I've been monitoring the contents of that Prell bottle in the shower. It's depleting. Quickly."
"But I only use enough to get my hair clean, dad."
"Please don't lie to me about Prell. Like I said... I monitor that bottle."
"Maybe mom's using it."
"Your mother uses Pantene!"
"Lather it in your hands before you put it in your hair. Squeeze a small drop the size of a dime into your palm. And then lather it."
"That's what I do, dad. I only use a small drop. Maybe there's a leak in the bottle??"
"GODDAMMIT, Brandon! That bottle is perfect!"
KITCHEN DOOR SWINGS OPEN
"Is everything okay?"
"Because I thought I heard some--"
"No, Diane! You're mistaken!"
"...Okay.... Well.... you boys eat up. That meatloaf doesn't reheat too good."
KITCHEN DOOR SWINGS SHUT
"Jesus Christ.... that was close. Okay, if she comes in here again, act like you don't know me."
"Just eat your meatloaf, Brandon. And eat mine too. All this nonsense made me lose my appetite."
"I'm not hungry either, dad. You're scaring me."
"Eat the loaves, son."
FADE TO BLACK