SON That was MOM.
SON Last time you made me call you “The Administrator.”
Dave pulls a sock from the hamper. Sniffs it. Writes on a clipboard.
Son stares at camera (or audience).
Dave leaves.
Dave opens the closet. Sees a single hanger facing the wrong way. Gasps.
DAVE (Slow, dangerous whisper) Who… turned the purple hanger toward the wall?
DAVE (Rubs temples) Not until you realign the bathroom towels by tensile strength.
SON That’s not how points work.
DAVE It’s a system , Steven.
SON (15, hoodie, looking exhausted) sits on bed.
DAVE Turn to page 304. Subsection B: “Eye contact while receiving critique.”
SON It’s a hanger.