DAD

You’re turning into a smart-mouthed Jersey GIRL you know.

GIRL

Yeah isn’t that great.

DAD

Let me remind you. I’ve got the gun.

GIRL

So shoot me you want your fucking chair so bad.

(He puts the gun down on top of the TV.)

DAD

Hey! Language! Your mother hear you talkin like that she woulda…

GIRL

Woulda what? Had a fit? Gone into fucking hiding? What?

DAD

Did Aunt Mary put you up to this?

GIRL

She doesn’t even know I’m here. She sleeps hard.

DAD

You just said she knows

GIRL

Oh Gee…I guess I lied.

DAD

Jesus Christ. Call her. She will be worried when she wakes up you not there.

GIRL

Nice try… You call her. I’m not leaving this chair.

DAD

I will. (pause. He doesn’t move)

GIRL

Good god, what stinks in here? You hidin’ a body or is that you?

DAD

Sweet scent of Newark right outside that door, all you could ever need..hit the road

GIRL

I’m in my bathrobe

DAD

Well put your clothes back on and get movin..

GIRL

(she just grins)

DAD

You mean walked through Newark in your fucking bathrobe?

GIRL

Language! What would mom think? Besides I aint see you in anything but a bathrobe in six months.

DAD

Yea but I don’t go outside in it…I live here!

GIRL

Good, so do I. I live here now, too.

DAD

No way

GIRL

Yep. I’m gonna live here just the way you do. Like a slug.