Come to Mom’s Kitchen, where you’ll feel like you’re at your mother’s for dinner. But, don’t bring a date. Mom may not approve.
Bring her around again. I like her.
You know, she’s right. I don’t ask
for much, but would it hurt to just
say, “Thank you” once in a while?
BILL
(giving in) Thanks.
MOM
Now, was that so hard?
Bill EXITS.
MOM
(calling out to Bill) You make
sure you’re home by eleven,
Mr. Valentino.
GUY
Hey, Mom, can I have my check please?
Mom walks back to Guy’s table.
MOM
Sure. Mom has nothing better to do
than to cater to your every whim.
Did you finish your veggies? When
are you going to get a decent job
like your cousin Silvy? Your hair
is getting awful long.
GUY
Aw, Mom.
FADE OUT:
THE END
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