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Digger Reed:
[walks in his house to Ben and Lisa in the kitchen, Ben at the table doing his homework and Lisa making dinner] Hey, hon. Hey, Junior.

Lisa Reed:
Hi, honey. How was your day?

Digger Reed:
Hmph. Presser, is threatening to clip my wings.

Lisa Reed:
Oh, come on! He's been making those threats for years!

Digger Reed:
[sits on the barstool] My test results, have started to slip. I don't know, I think he's gonna get me sooner or later. [nods] I think next Saturday could be my last blast off.

Lisa Reed:
Well, I think you have a few blast off's left.

Benjamin Reed:
Well, Dad. You do like being in the spotlight. And you do like to joke around a lot. Maybe he just doesn't understand.

Digger Reed:
[stands up, angry] You see? This is it! My own kid thinks I'm a glory hound! [roughly drops his keys on the bar] I'm gonna go get some air. [walks out into the backyard]

Benjamin Reed:
That's not what I meant! I was just trying to help!

Lisa Reed:
It's not your fault. He's just worried about those test results!

Benjamin Reed:
[nods, moving to look out the patio door]

Digger Reed:
[Digger, with his back to the house, looks to the sky. He stomps his foot, and looks down with his hands on his hips in frustration]

Digger Reed:
[comes down the stairs after packing for his flight to Lisa, who is still in the kitchen, cleaning up] I'm all set! [sets his bags down] So tomorrow, I fly to Cape Caniveral, and the day after... [looks up and makes a sound of rockets firing, taking the shuttle into space. He puts his arms around his wife and kisses her]

Lisa Reed:
Hm hm. [puts her arms around Digger] Well before you whoosh away, I think you ought to speak to your son. You know, he didn't mean to upset you. He hasn't gone to sleep yet.

Digger Reed:
[still holding his wife] Give me a kiss.

Lisa Reed:
[kisses Digger, smiling and chuckling]

Digger Reed:
OK.