Years Apart

Dylan O'Brien:
Need any help?

Susan O'Brien:
[Fixing dinner] Oh, you're still here. I thought you were leaving too.

Dylan O'Brien:
What are you cooking?

Susan O'Brien:
[Susan roughs up the pans] Pasta! Frankly, you don't deserve it. A sandwich would be plenty.

Dylan O'Brien:
So, where's the man of the year?

Susan O'Brien:
Who, oh I guess you mean Jack Ass John, right. He's on the porch. Why don't you go join him?

Dylan O'Brien:
[Amused by the last comment] I don't really care about Jack Ass John right now.

Susan O'Brien:
Look who's talking "Mr. don't bother bringing out the buffet, cause I gotta leave".

Dylan O'Brien:
[Dylan doesn't appreciate Susan's last comment] What the f*** does that mean?

Susan O'Brien:
I think you know exactly what it means.

Dylan O'Brien:
What are you upset about? The fact that I left without tasting your stupid sandwiches, or...

Susan O'Brien:
[Interrupting]... How'bout cause most of people thought it was a little bit strange that the son of the deceased left the funeral so early.

Dylan O'Brien:
[Pissed off] The hell with what people were thinking! Anyway, I had an early flight that day.

John O'Brien:
[John storms into the house] An early flight! You had an early flight the day of your father's funeral.

Dylan O'Brien:
Like Dad really wanted me here the day of his funeral.

John O'Brien:
You were Dad's favorite Man!

Dylan O'Brien:
[Pissed off] Hey listen Pal, this is a discussion between my sister and me, so, if you don't mind.

Susan O'Brien:
All right that's enough! John, Dylan if you have a bit of respect left for me you're both going to sit down and shut the hell up!

Dylan O'Brien:
[Dylan gently sits down] I guess I can stay for dinner.

Susan O'Brien:
What about you John, you're staying?

John O'Brien:
I'm still here! Anyway, there's no flight back to New York today, so.

Susan O'Brien:
[Susan gets back to her cooking]