And action...

Open curtain

The stage is dark. A spotlight illuminates downstage center. There is a white mini van.

Narrator: It was February 6, 2010. Time: 9:30pm. It was a cold, winter night and this middle class family was just leaving a friends house. They enjoyed a night of fellowship, food, and games. It was time to head home and tuck the kids into bed when in the still of night a conversation broke out.

Jerry: (Place left leg over car seat to extend into Gia's car seat.)

Gia: Jerry, move your leg.

Jerry: (ignore her)

Gia: (Push Jerry' leg) Move your leg, get it off me.

Jerry: No. (Make weird noises to display your disapproval, but eventually move leg back to own car seat)

Gia: Jerry, look at me. How many times did I ask you to move your leg?

Jerry: I'm not talking to you, Gia.

Gia: Jerry, answer me and I'll be nice to you. Four times. Two times on the way there and two times on the way back. Four times.

Jerry: Yeah, four times.

Gia: Four times. (While using your fingers, count to four on your forehead) One, two, three, four.

Jerry: (Roll eyes).

Close curtain.