[Scene One: Kitchen. Father, 71, sitting at the counter. Daughter, 17, frying omelet.]
Dad, are banks open on Sundays?
What the hell is that?
I said bank.
Speak up, goddamnit.
Are banks open on Sundays?
What the hell is a bay?
[Daughter walks around counter, writes B-A-N-K on a napkin. She imagines this will become a father-daughter inside joke.]
Are they open on Sundays?
[Father reads the napkin then gets off the stool and walks into the den.]
Dad, What are you doing?
I need the book of meanings.
*BIOGRAPHICAL ASIDE: Does not become a father-daughter inside joke