Brooke: (looking directly at camera) Don’t worry. They’re from a box. (Takes a gulp of wine)
Army Boy: (from living room) Why is our front lawn a den of iniquity?
Brooke: (walking into the other room) Since when do you use phrases like “den of anything”?
Army Boy: It’s a direct result of living in sin.
Brooke: Ah cool, got it. And why are we asking questions about iniquity?
Army Boy: (Points out picture window.) Look.
Brooke: What the hell. Are we in freakin’ Yellowstone?
Army Boy: It’s laying down. Eating.
Brooke: Clearly it has lost its preservation instinct. It might be rabid. Or a Zombie. Stay in the house.
Army Boy: No more wine.
Brooke: Shutup. But seriously. Look at that sloppy little bunny whore. It’s reclining on its Bed of Sluttosity.
Army Boy: Is that… a word?
Brooke: Yes. Look it up.
Army Boy: I would, but I’m transfixed by the Lazy Rabbit Whore.
Brooke: It’s almost as bad as getting sucked into “Real Housewives of Anywhere” marathons on Bravo.
Army Boy: Rabbit Whore’s face is moving a lot more than any of the New Jersey women’s do.
Brooke: Good point. (drinks more wine)