MIKE and MABEL sit on the porch in the backyard.
MIKE: Whatcha doin?
MIKE: Oh. Okay.
MIKE: Studying what?
MABEL: Your Mom.
MIKE: Geez-O-Pete. I was just asking.
MABEL: No, seriously. Your Mom, and her journey down the hellish, ill-fated track that led her to give birth to you.
MIKE: If you tell me what you’re studying I’ll leave you alone.
MABEL: Daniel Boone.
MIKE: Ohh, is that for a school project?
MABEL: Thought you said you’d leave me alone.
MIKE: I guess I lied.
MABEL: You’re so funny, Mikey.
MIKE: Do you like me?
MABEL: No, I guess I lied.
(Mabel hits Mike in the stomach and he runs away, crying.)
(Mabel writes. Daniel Boone approaches.)
DANIEL BOONE: Now you sure as hell know you shouldn’a done that.
MABEL: And why not?
DANIEL BOONE: That’s juss…not the way to treat a gentleman.
MABEL: Oh yeah? …Is that how you treat a lady then?
DANIEL BOONE: I wasn’t tryin to come over an’ start an argument, little girl.
MABEL: I know. But you are.
DANIEL BOONE: D’you wanna go find some Injuns?
MABEL: They’re called Native Americans. And only if we help them get back their land.
DANIEL BOONE: You strike a hard bargain, missy.
(She’s already gone.)
DANIEL BOONE: Hey, wait up!