The Stray Page #2

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Go get it.

Come on.

Come on, puppy!

Good boy. Go get it!

Come here, puppy.

Come here.

I just don't understand how they can

expect you to work day and night.

No, they don't expect.

They just assume.

I just feel like you're starting to

become a stranger in your own...

- [barking]

- What in the world?

[barking continues]

Honey? What's wrong?

Michelle?

Yeah, okay.

No, I get

the whole ending part.

They end up together,

and that's all good.

My concern

is the first act.

Right.

No.

No, no, no.

What is the vacuum

cleaner's motivation

for becoming

a rocket?

And what does he care about

Howard Hughes? Hey there.

Whoa.

Hang on a second.

Who are you?

[barking]

Honey! What's that?

Oh, that's Pluto.

That's our new stray dog.

[barking]

That's on me.

That was my idea.

- You done, sweetie?

- Yup.

Can you please

leave the bacon?

Yeah. You're sure hungry

this morning.

- I am.

- Okay, hurry up. It's time to go to school.

Oh, you're right.

- Bye, Christian!

- Have a good day.

- [snickering]

- [gasps]

- Pluto!

- [Rachel giggling]

Come on, Pluto.

Come on.

- You think that's funny, huh?

- [door closes]

[barking]

[whispering]

Look, it's your brother

out there.

- [bat hits ball]

- [crowd cheering]

Out!

[barking]

[cheering, chattering]

I know, hon, I know. I'm

gonna be home really soon.

I'm just finishing up

a couple of minutes of...

[whispering] Mitch, come on.

This is getting ridiculous.

You're working all day.

I mean, Mitch, it's nearly midnight.

It's crazy.

It's too late.

It's too late.

They can't keep

working you like this.

Come on, Pluto.

Hey, Son.

You missed my game.

I know.

I'm sorry.

You're always sorry

because you're never there.

- Come on, Pluto.

- [Pluto barks]

Mitch? Honey?

[groans]

Honey, wake up.

We need to talk.

What?

This isn't

working anymore.

What's not

working anymore?

California.

Our family.

You working day and night

at the studio.

Hey.

Listen, I know

it's hard right now, but...

this is everything

we worked for, you know?

[sighs]

Selling our house.

Going to USC.

It's all led to this.

I know it did.

We came, we saw,

we conquered.

Yeah, and now I think it's

time for us to leave.

Wh-What about all

the money we spent?

What about the credit cards?

The student loans?

What about our dreams?

Your dreams

or ours?

Because my dream

is a happy family,

and we're not

doing so well.

Your dream was actually

to become a writer,

and that's not

going so well either.

Okay.

Look, Michelle,

every day I walk past

three Dumpsters on the lot

filled with

rejected screenplays.

Okay?

It turns out it's a lot scarier being a

writer than it is being a studio exec.

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