Ben: “Jazz, what is this music?”

Jazz: “It’s hardcore electric punk funk! Isn’t it great?”

Ben: “It’s loud. Can’t you turn it down a little?”

Jazz: “I mean if you wanna admit that you’re getting old and can’t stand that newfangled teen music, sure. But I’d rather you show me you can still bust a move!”

Ben: “I am not old, Jasmine.”

Jazz: “So ya gonna prove it then?”

Natalie: “Bea, I think it’s best we go to the kitchen. You won’t want to see this.”

Bea: “Why’s tha--”

Bea: “Mom, if this music doesn’t stop, I think my ear drums are gonna explode.”

Natalie: *Sigh* “I know..... But what are we supposed to do?”

Jazz: “Well you know, if you’re really struggling with the troubles of modern technology..... Why don’t we go camping? The weather’s nice and cool, it’s the perfect time!”

Bea: “Camping? That’s a great idea! Mom, can we?”

Natalie: “Anything to get some peace and quiet.”

Jazz: “Cool. I’ll text Ruby and tell her to pack.”

Bea: “If Ruby’s coming, I wanna bring Gabe!”

Natalie: “Girls, sit down. We’ve got--”

Ben: “Great news! Seriously, it’s fantastic, listen to this! Your mom’s--”

Natalie: “Ahem.”

Ben: “...Oh, sorry. I guess I’m just a little excited... Take it from here, Nat.”

Natalie: “Thank you, Benji.”

Bea: “Um, can someone just please tell us what’s going on already?”

Jazz: “Yeah, spit it out! Are we getting a dog? I bet it’s a dog.”

Bea: “Is it a dog?!”

Natalie: “I mean, I did make a second, but I’m kind of eating for two, you see…”

Ben: “So you’re saying I can’t have a sandwich?”

Natalie: “Ben. Stop thinking about grilled cheese. I’m pregnant!”

Ben: “You’re kidding! Baby, that’s great!!”

Natalie: “Right?? Maybe we’ll finally get that boy this time.”

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Ben: “Beatrice, how could you come home so late? I texted you over an hour ago to get home before seven! You’re forty-five minutes late!

Bea: “I didn’t mean to, okay? I ran as fast as I could, geez.”

Ben: “That’s another thing. If you know you can’t make it, call us, and we’ll come get you. You worried us sick!”

Bea: “It’s no big deal, Daddy, it’s not like it’s dark or anything. I’m fine!”

Ben: “Sit down and give me ten.”

Bea: “What?”