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I'm finishing my Master's.

That's great, good for you.

KELLY:
In what?

ERIN:
In literature.

Wow.

So were you a student of Crispian's?

I was. But I'm not anymore.

Not anymore.

Mm-mm.

She was my TA,

but we stopped, because we figured

that that was inappropriate,

(SOFTLY)

It's a little unprofessional.

What?

(IN NORMAL VOICE) What's that?

CRISPIAN:
What you just said.

What was that?

About what?

You said it's unprofessional.

Is there something else

you wanted to say to me?

DRAKE:
No, I was just agreeing with you.

You weren't agreeing with me.

I mean, I... What he...?

I thought he said it was unprofessional?

Don't look at her. I'm right here.

Crispian.

What?

PAUL:
We're having a dinner here.

I'm having a conversation

with my brother.

Is there something that you wanna say,

because I feel like...

I don't know what you want.

I don't think that you're in any position

to be judging my moral decisions.

Who says I'm judging you?

CRISPIAN:
You are, with your eyes.

It's a big semantics conversation.

CRISPIAN:
The whole time you've been here

you've been needling me,

and I'm not putting up with it.

DRAKE:
You are so jealous of me.

I'm jealous of you?

Do we have to do this at the dinner table

right now? Please, I...

(ARGUING INDISTINCTLY)

CRISPIAN:
I'm jealous of you?

DRAKE:
Always been jealous of me.

What have I done?

Who have I been jealous of?

DRAKE:
I make more money than you.

()

(ARGUING CONTINUES)

AUBREY:
Every time we have dinner,

you have to argue like this?

Pam, can you get a handle

on these boys?

()

PAUL:
Crispian, your mother's upset.

What the f*** is that?

DRAKE:
Look in the mirror!

CRISPIAN:
You look like The Elephant Man.

(ARGUING CONTINUES)

CRISPIAN:
What can you not?

What can you not believe?

Go ahead and tell me what

you can possibly not believe.

What could come out of your mouth that's interesting

or of merit or value? I mean, I've had enough.

(TARIQ CHOKING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

Ow! Aah!

AIMEE:
Oh, my God!

(SCREAMING)

Oh, my God! Aah!

Help me. Crispian!

Help me get her up.

We have to get out of here!

Aimee, no!

DRAKE:
Mom, get down! Get

away from the window!

(GROANS)

Aah!

PAUL:
Drake!

(DRAKE SCREAMING)

CRISPIAN:
Is he all right?

AUBREY:
Oh, my God!

(DRAKE SCREAMING)

PAUL:
Aubrey, get down!

ERIN:
Get down, get down, get down!

PAUL:
Stay down, stay down!

ERIN:
Get down, get down!

Stay away from the windows.

Get down!

Crispian! Get Drake, get over here.

Drake! Stay down!

KELLY:
Someone f***ing do something!

Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. It's okay.

Look at me. You're gonna be fine, okay?

Just stay down. Okay. We gotta call 911.

We're all gonna die!

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