Mike: Happy birthday.
Sue: Huh? [yawns] Donut holes?
Mike: Had to drive 10 miles up the road to find them, but, yeah. I know they're your favorite.
Sue: Oh. Thanks, Dad.
Mike: I'm sorry if I was short with you last night. I know this hasn't been a great birthday, and I'm sorry for that too. How about when we get home, we throw you a nice big party?
Sue: Really? [nods] Wow.
Mike: We okay?
Sue: Mm-hm. We're okay. But, Dad?
Mike: Yeah, honey?
Sue: Donut holes are Brick's favorite. I like waffles.
Mike: [sighs] Really?
[Axl groans as he stretches and the fold-out cot unfolds]
Axl: I like donut holes.