The Parent Trap1998

Hallie:
How far away is London anyway?

Annie:
Well, from here it's 3,000 miles, but sometimes it seems much further... How far away is your home?

Hallie:
Oh, California is way at the other end of the country. Actually, here's a picture of my house. [shows Annie a photo]

Annie:
Wow! It's beautiful.

Hallie:
Yeah. We built it when I was little. We've got this incredible porch that looks over the entire vineyard, and then–

Annie:
[points to figure in the photograph] Who.. Who's that?

Hallie:
Oh, that's my Dad; He didn't know I was taking the picture then, or else he would have turned around. He's kinda like my best friend. We do everything together. [Annie sighs] What's the matter?

Annie:
Oh, it's chilly in here, that's all...

Hallie:
[pulls out a packet of Oreos] Want one?

Annie:
Oh, sure, I love Oreos! At home I eat them with... I eat them with peanut butter.

Hallie:
[surprised] You do? That is so weird... [pulls out a jar of peanut butter] So do I!

Annie:
You're kidding! Most people find that totally disgusting!

Hallie:
I know! I don't get it...

Annie:
Me either.

[They both laugh]

Hallie:
What's your dad like? I mean, is he the kind of father you can talk to, or is he one of those workaholic types who says; "I'll talk to ya later, honey...", but you know, never really does? I hate that.

Annie:
I don't have a father, actually. I mean, I had one once, I suppose... But my parents divorced years ago. My mother never even mentions him. It's like he evaporated into thin air, or something...

Hallie:
It's scary the way nobody stays together anymore.

Annie:
Tell me about it.