Gertie:
What are you going as for Halloween?
Elliot:
I'm not going to stupid Halloween.
Micheal:
Why don't you go as a goblin?
Elliot:
Shut up.
Mary:
It's not that we don't believe you, honey.
Elliot:
Well, it was real, I swear!
Mary:
[changing the subject] What are you going as, Gert?
Gertie:
[with steak in mouth] I'm going as a cowgirl.
Elliot:
So, what else is new?
Micheal:
Maybe it was an iguana.
Elliot:
It was no iguana.
Micheal:
Maybe, uh... uh-- You know how they say there are, uh, alligators in the sewers?
Gertie:
Alligators in the sewers.
Mary:
All we're trying to say is maybe you just probably imagined it. It happens.
Elliot:
I couldn't have imagined it!
Micheal:
Maybe it was a pervert, or a deformed kid, or something.
Gertie:
A deformed kid.
Micheal:
Maybe, uh, an elf or a leprechaun.
Elliot:
[stands up angrily] IT WAS NOTHING LIKE THAT, PENIS-BREATH!
Mary:
[laughs in shock] Elliot! [regains composure] Sit down. [clears throat]
Elliot:
[sitting down] Dad would believe me.
Mary:
Maybe you oughtta call your father and tell him about it.
Elliot:
I can't. He's in Mexico with Sally.
Gertie:
Wh-Where's Mexico?
Mary:
Excuse me. [leaves the table and walks to the window]
Micheal:
[softly to Elliot] I'm gonna kill you.
Mary:
If you ever see it again, whatever it is, don't touch it, just call me, and we'll have somebody come and take it away.
Gertie:
Like the dogcatcher?
Elliot:
But they'll give it to a lobotomy, or do experiments on it, or somethin'.
Mary:
It's your turn to do the dishes, fellas.
Micheal:
I set and cleared.
Elliot:
I set and cleared.
Micheal:
[quickly] I did breakfast.
Gertie:
I did breakfast.
[Mary slams a pot down on the sideboard, offscreen]
Micheal:
What's the matter, Mom?
Mary:
[emotionally; about the kids' father] He hates Mexico.
Micheal:
[to Elliot] Damn it, why don't you...grow up? Think how other people feel for a change?
