Thread:Thomperfan/@comment-31541999-20171209221034/@comment-30953185-20180121214659

(Wipe to Pop-Pop staring at both a sheepish Rita and Lynn Sr. inside his room. Close-up of them, panning to Pop-Pop and back. Their sheepish smiles gives way to some more anxious expressions several seconds after the camera returns to them. Cut back to him; tapping his knee with his finger, after which we see Rita and Lynn Sr. drumming their hands on their knees. He continues tapping, his stern expression never leaving his face and his eyes never leaving their's. They're much less composed, though, and sweat starts to pour from their forehead as their eyes dart back and forth. He taps his knee one more time before finally speaking up after a long pause—it has been just over forty seconds since he sat down.)

Pop-Pop: (after a long pause) So, mind telling me how my grandson's now become a delinquent?

(They look at each other with both irresolute and overwhelmed expressions as Pop-Pop continues.)

Pop-Pop: (to Rita and Lynn Sr.; sternly) Well?

Rita: (to her father; nervously) Well, you see, dad... We, um... uh... (sighs) It was all our fault.

Pop-Pop: (to Rita and Lynn Sr.; listening) Go on.

Rita: (to her father; nervously) Well, here's what happened.

'''1 HOUR LATER... AGAIN'''

Lynn Sr.: (to his father-in-law; finishing) ...And that's how it all happened.