GEORGE: So, uh, Mom, Dad, I was hoping that you could help me to remember my childhood a little clearly..
ESTELLE: I feel a draft. Let's change tables.
FRANK: Get outta here! We have a booth.
ESTELLE: Frank, I'm cold!
FRANK: Order a hot dish.
ESTELLE: Why can't we sit over there?
FRANK: That's not a booth!
ESTELLE: So, who says we have to sit in a booth?!
FRANK: I didn't take the subway all the way to New York to sit at a table like that!
ESTELLE: Well, I didn't take the subway to be in a drafty restaurant!
GEORGE: Mom.. dad.
FRANK: Now, George, what do you want to know about your childhood?
GEORGE: Actually, I think I'm pretty clear on it.
FRANK: Where's that breeze coming from?
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