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 fuck 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]
