The Proposal2009/I

Margaret Tate:
Andrew! Andrew! Andrew! [throws a pillow at him, waking him up]

Margaret Tate:
[whispering] Your mother's at the door, get up here! Get up here!

Margaret Tate:
[to Andrew's mother] Just a second! [Andrew throws his pillow and blanket at her]

Margaret Tate:
[whispering as she takes Andrew's blankets off the bed] Baby blanket, get it off, get it off...

Margaret Tate:
[Andrew gets close to her, as if they were sleeping together, as she feels something] Oh my God, what is that?

Andrew Paxton:
I'm sorry... it's morning!

Margaret Tate:
What do you mean it's morning?

[Andrew rolls his eyes, as the meaning is obvious]