The NeverEnding Story1984

Bastian:
I had another dream, Dad. About Mom.

Bastian's Father:
I understand, son. But we have to get on with things, right? [Bastian doesn't reply] Bastian, we each have responsibilities. We can't let Mom's death be an excuse for not getting the old job done, right?

Bastian:
Yeah.

Bastian's Father:
Son, I think it's time you and I had a little talk. I got a call from your math teacher yesterday. She says that you were drawing horses in your math book.

Bastian:
Unicorns. They were unicorns.

Bastian's Father:
What?

Bastian:
Nothing.

Bastian's Father:
She also says that you haven't been turning in your homework on time. And I'm very disappointed that you didn't even try out for the swimming team. As to those riding lessons you wanted, you say you love horses and yet you seem to be afraid to get on a real one. Now Bastian, you're old enough to get your head down out of the clouds and start keeping both feet on the ground, right?

Bastian:
Okay.

Bastian's Father:
[smiles] Stop daydreaming. Start facing your problems, okay?

Bastian:
Okay.