Trudie: I'm Trudie. You must be Ben's mum.
Phoebe: Why else would I be here?
Trudie: Why don't you sit down?
Phoebe: Uh-huh.
Trudie: I gather Jack and Ben haven't been getting along lately. I'm sure there are two sides to this story, but all I've heard is that Ben's a bit of "poo-poo-head."
Phoebe: Uh, I'm sorry. Won't Jack's father be joining us?
Trudie: Well, I'm sorry, Jack's father's not available.
Phoebe: Mm-hmm. Okay. Well then, could we reschedule for, say, Friday night, perhaps at 8:00?
Trudie: Oh, no. I know that wouldn't work. My husband's in concert.
Phoebe: Concert. Yeah. That does put us in quite a pickle. You see, I'm very busy before and after the concert, and he's obviously busy during.
Trudie: So, I guess you and I should talk about Jack and Ben right now.
Phoebe: Unless- Unless- Okay, I would be willing to go to the concert, all the while thinking about the children.
Trudie: Are you here for tickets?
Phoebe: Oh. Thank you. Four would be great.
Trudie: I'm not giving concert tickets to someone who'd use their son like this.
Phoebe: Oh, good. Then you're in luck. Ben's not my son.
Trudie: Look, I've just pressed a button triggering a silent alarm. Any minute now, the police will be here.
Phoebe: The Police? Here? A reunion?!