You’re in so much trouble.
Bobbie: I do hope it was nice.
Cindy: Do you? Do you really hope that I had a good day? Because if I were you, I would be praying I would be hit by a car. My day was awful if you must know.
Bobbie: I think I might retire to my room a bit early.
Cindy: No, no, no, no, I want an afterschool snack, Mom. How about some cheese and wine?
Bobbie: You know I can’t serve you wine, you silly goose.
Cindy: Hmm, so you’re disobeying me again.
Bobbie: No, I’m not disobeying you. Your father has given me very strict instructions on alcohol and curfew.
Cindy: I’m going to tell him how awful you’ve been to me. You’re in so much trouble.
Bobbie: Please, Cindy, honey, I’ll get a wine. How about a nice Pinot Noir? I keep a bottle in my room.
Cindy: Just put it in mine.