Thirtysomething1987

Nancy Krieger Weston:
[hearing the front door open and close] Ethan? Ethan? Hi.

Ethan Weston:
[subdued] Hi.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
[ironing] Did you have fun at Nicholas's?

Ethan Weston:
[shrugging] I don't know. I guess so.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
[handing him a freshly ironed shirt] Here's your shirt for the party. Hey. I'm sorry about today, for yelling at you like that. I really am.

Ethan Weston:
You are?

Nancy Krieger Weston:
I am. And especially cause tonight, you know, it's our night...

Ethan Weston:
There's something wrong with you.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
What do you mean?

Ethan Weston:
Is there something wrong with you?

Nancy Krieger Weston:
No. There's nothing wrong with me. Okay? Hey. There's nothing wrong.

Ethan Weston:
[clearly not believing her] 'Kay.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
You want me to help you get dressed?

Ethan Weston:
[sighing heavily] It's okay. I'll do it.