#oscar!!!

Courtney: Where’d you two go? Oscar: I’ll tell you later. Courtney: Is Ivan not with you? I thought he’d be home by now. Oscar: I think he said he was going out-.. I told him it’d be fine. Courtney: Out? Oscar: Like, out out. Courtney: And you let him?! Oscar: What do you mean, let him? Is he a child? Courtney: That’s not a good way to cope… [Oscar snorted dismissively] Oscar: Maybe getting his.. stick wet will cheer him up. Courtney: OSCAR! Oscar: What?! It might! Courtney: I can’t believe you’d let him do that. Oscar: He’s a grown man, Cookie. Oscar: Besides-.. maybe he’ll meet someone nice. Courtney: Maybe you should go out n’ meet someone nice as well, someone new. Oscar: [laughs] I have a perfectly perfect wife at home-.. the spaghetti’s questionable though. [Courtney gasped, launching a forkful of said spaghetti at Oscar’s head-.. she missed, probably giving Lou or Oreo a free morsel and unwittingly giving Wren a free pass to launch yet another fistful of her own meal in some unknown direction] Oscar: That one’s on you. Courtney: Yeah, yeah. Oscar: Robin’s in trouble, by the way, so no dessert for him today. Robin: Dad-… Oscar: Don’t dad me, that’s what you get for playing spy. Robin: Dad had a cigarette! Oscar: You little-.. no dessert for a week now. Robin: [gasps] But-… Courtney: You heard him. Don’t snitch on people either, it’s not nice. [Robin scoff-sighed and rolled his eyes; all these rules were stupid and so were parents-.. sometimes]