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.
Suppose you get hit by a bus and
have to go to the emergency room?
BILL
Look, crazy lady, for the last time,
I’m not your son.
BETTY
That’s it. I’m out of here.
Betty gets up. Bill stands.
BILL
Wait, Betty, don’t go.
MOM
Where do you think you’re going, young man?
BILL
I’ve got to get Betty home.
MOM
Sure. Mom slaves all day to make
you a nourishing meal, but do you care?
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