Thirtysomething1987

Nancy Krieger Weston:
What time is it?

Nancy's Sister Deborah:
[checking her watch] Mmmm... a quarter to six.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
The kids should have come home after school.

Eleanor Krieger:
[from the kitchen] Deborah?

Nancy's Sister Deborah:
Yeah, Ma?

Eleanor Krieger:
Please set the table.

Nancy's Sister Deborah:
[under her breath to Nancy] Takes thirty years off my life. [louder] Okay! You know she asked me if I wanted that hideous sweater she's making? Now that's an intentional insult!

Nancy Krieger Weston:
No, no, she started it for me first.

Nancy's Sister Deborah:
Oh! Well, it's a different intentional insult!

Nancy Krieger Weston:
[giggling] Stop!

Nancy's Sister Deborah:
[giving Nancy her pillow to put on her stomach again] You think she'd be nice to me if I got cancer?

Nancy Krieger Weston:
[still giggling] Stop it! Hey, why don't you stay here tonight?

Nancy's Sister Deborah:
Should I?

Nancy Krieger Weston:
Oh, come on. Please?

Eleanor Krieger:
[impatient, from kitchen] Deborah!

Nancy's Sister Deborah:
Okay! [whispering to Nancy] It's that ultimate tone. Maternal disapproval. I could never get that. 'Deborah!' 'Deborah!'

Nancy Krieger Weston:
[following suit] 'Deborah!'

Nancy's Sister Deborah:
'De-bo-rah!'

Eleanor Krieger:
[coming into the room from the kitchen] Deborah!

Nancy's Sister Deborah:
[giggling with Nancy like girls and then finally getting up] Okay! God! Jeez.

Eleanor Krieger:
Such a slow poke! I called you twice!