Coraline:
I almost fell down a well yesterday, Mom.
Mel:
[unconcerned] Uh-huh.
Coraline:
I could've died.
Mel:
That's nice.
Coraline:
Hmm. So, can I go out? I think it's perfect weather for gardening.
Mel:
No, Coraline. Rain makes mud. Mud makes a mess.
Coraline:
But, Mom, I want stuff growing when my friends come to visit. Isn't that why we moved here?
Mel:
Something like that. But then we had the accident.
Coraline:
It wasn't my fault you hit that truck.
Mel:
I never said it was.
Coraline:
I can't believe it. You and Dad get paid to write about plants, and you hate dirt.
Mel:
Coraline, I don't have time for you right now, and you still have unpacking to do. Lots of unpacking.
Coraline:
[sarcastically] That sounds exciting.