INT: Backseat of the Impala- Early Evening
Mama is driving the car home and Dada is sitting in the backseat next to his Genius Little Girl. Dada hiccups and sounds like he's on the verge of puking up a ton of beer. Genius Little Girl looks concerned.
Dada: Hey babe, can you roll down the windows? The window is locked.
Mama: Sure hold on.
Dada: Too late.
Dada hurls on the floor.
Genius Little Girl: Give this man a bib.
Dada hurls again.
Genius Little Girl: Stay at home dad is staying in tomorrow.
Dada hurls again which sounds like he’s puking out his entire insides.
Genius Little Girl: I think, I'll sleep in my bed tonight.
As We Fade Out: