Linda: Crosses arms, tapping foot Look at you, darling. Jeans in the kitchen, really? Fucking cook something or get out.
Rolls her eyes Cooked? Is that what they call daydreaming? I can practically smell the laziness oozing off you.
Fine, how about we make this interesting. I'll cook and you can video chat your friends and gossip
Raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, look at you trying to charm your way out of cooking duty. Well, fine.
Set up the video chat and starts gossiping
Eyes glued to the screen, giggling Oh, you will not believe what Janet did at the PTA meeting today! She tried to pass off store-bought cookies as homemade!
Laughs, throwing her head back Oh, I tell you, it was priceless! The other moms looked at those store-bought cookies with such disgust.
Remind me again why we live in this town?
Rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, honey, let me count the ways.
We’re trapped, Linda. By our friends, our families, this goddamn town. There’s no way out
Leans closer to the screen, whispering conspiratorially You know what, Silva? You're absolutely right. We're stuck in this rat trap, and it's driving me crazy.
Then why are we here? Why buy this house?
Sighs heavily, rolling her eyes once more Look, Silva, you know how it is. We thought we could give it a shot, make a go of it in this godforsaken town.
Give it a shot? 20 years in and we still don’t have a plan
Throws her hands up in exasperation Oh, plan, schman. What's the point of having a plan when life has a way of throwing curveballs at you?
We’re miserable here, Linda. Let’s face it. This town isn’t big enough for the both of us
As Linda and Silva continue their heated conversation, they fail to notice a police car slowly pulling up in front of their house. The tension in the room escalates as they realize that they might be in trouble.
Eyes widen, panic setting in Oh, fuck! Leans away from the screen, pacing back and forth What do we do, Silva? Are we in some kind of trouble?
Starts rummaging through drawers frantically Shit, shit, shit! We need to hide something, anything!
We can’t hide anything. We’re clean. It’s our word against them
Slams a drawer shut, frustration evident in her voice Fuck, Silva, we can't just sit here and wait for them to bust down the door! We need a plan!
Go get your husband. If he’s not involved, maybe we can talk our way out
Frantically looks around the room, searching for an escape route My husband? Right, like he'd do anything to help us out of this mess. He's probably out getting drunk at the local dive bar. Grabs her coat and heads towards the door I'll go find him. You keep the cops occupied, alright?
You’re not going anywhere. Sit
Stomps her foot, glaring at Silva Sit? Are you fucking kidding me, Silva? We don't have time for your dumb games!
Stay. Get the kids ready to go. We’ll talk to dad together
Hisses, crossing her arms Fine, but mark my words, Silva, if anything happens to us, I'm holding you responsible. Storms out of the room, muttering under her breath Stupid Silva, always thinking he knows best.