BRO: Better change your britches. Whoa! Here come the actual britches themselves!

CASS: I’ve got just a few things. A page for each thing. See? Each thing on its page. See?

BRO: Aaaaaah—aaaaaah—I don’t have to see. I know what it is. “Why is Dad so depressed?” “Why did Mom—” Aaah. Piss on that shit.

CASS: Good. Good! It’s happening! We’re doing it!

BRO: Good! I can clear this all up for you in about eight seconds. Dad’s depressed because Mom ran over the baby. Mom ran over the baby because—

CASS: By accident! Sure, I know, but—

BRO: Accident?

CASS: Yeah. I mean, okay, maybe—

BRO: Ask John. He remembers.

CASS: I remember, too.

BRO: You were four. I was nine. John was thirteen.

CASS: Marigold is the only one who can’t remember.

BRO: Marigold!

CASS: She was only one and a half.

BRO: Marigold wouldn’t remember even if she could. She’d refuse to remember even if it was burned on her brain. Don’t you understand yet about Marigold?

CASS: She was only one and a half.

BRO: The thing to understand about Marigold is she remembers everything. Especially the stuff she’s forgotten. Especially that stuff. Don’t get me started about Marigold.

CASS: You started all by yourself.

BRO: Don’t get me started about Marigold. I could write a book. I was there, and I remember. Mom was intending to run over us all.

CASS: We disagree about that.

BRO: One by one.

CASS: I disagree.

BRO: So—all at the same time?

CASS: Okay, maybe you say—

BRO: She put little Amy on the ground there, on the pavement, and very calmly proceeded—or really hysterically, psychotically out of her mind proceeded—hysterically but deliberately—proceeded to run over the baby’s head. Wouldn’t you be depressed if your wife did that? Hey. Hey. Well? Wouldn’t you be depressed if your wife did that, Cass?

CASS: If—

BRO: And wouldn’t you be fucked up if your mother did that?

CASS: If—

BRO: If—

CASS: Yeah—

BRO: Well, she did. And he is depressed. And we are fucked up. (Pause.) I don’t mind it. I enjoy it.

He hits the remote.

TV: The commissioner points out that since 1994, twenty-six underground shopping malls around the globe have suffered fires which he describes as quite similar in nature.

BRO: Yeah: they’re hot in nature. When you hot, you hot.

TV: Or for instance…McDonald’s is nice. This might be just the time for one of those extremely tasty burgers.

BRO: I ate.

TV: But nothing will ever again taste like it did when you were a child.

BRO: You’re one of them new goddamn TVs.

TV: I love the play area for the kiddies. I’d love to swim around in that pool of plastic spheres. It’s so elemental. I’d love to buy an enormous lipstick-red eighteen-and-one-half-foot-long Cadillac Eldorado convertible and drive it right into that pool of plastic balls. Can you imagine it? Everybody would say, “Look at that colossal Zenith TV driving that lovely Eldorado convertible into that sea of many-colored orbs!”