The Sandlot 32007

Tommy:
AHHHHHH!

Sara:
Well, hello there, sleepyhead.

Tommy:
W-w-where am I?

Sara:
You're home, sweetheart.

Tommy:
No, no, no, something's really wrong. Mom? Am I dead?

Sara:
Now why would you ask such a silly thing?

Tommy:
Because I am wearing my Speed racer PJs that I havent seen in 30 years.

Sara:
All right, fine, I got a little backed up on the laundry; there's still a lot of unpacking to do. Don't worry, your Batman and Robin ones haven't run off.

Tommy:
Mom. Do you know how old I am?

Sara:
12, almost 13.

Sara:
No. I'm 41 years old, I live in Beverley Hills, I have a spokin' hot girlfriend who has her own reality show, I play center field for the Dodgers? And somehow I'm back here. And you're here, and the pancakes smell so real... that I think I am gonna throw up.