[Kyle refuses to let Brandon have the rifle Noah gives him for his birthday]
Brandon Breyer:
Give it to me!
Kyle Breyer:
I'm sorry, what'd you just say to me?
Brandon Breyer:
I said...
[pounds his fist on the table]
Brandon Breyer:
give it to me!
[Erica and two other diner patrons notice Brandon making a scene]
Tori Breyer:
[whispering]
Brandon.
Kyle Breyer:
Okay, we are done here. We're not having ice cream. Thank you so much. Brandon, let's go.
[Kyle grabs onto Brandon and refuses to get up]
Kyle Breyer:
Brandon, come on, let's go... Brandon? Up now!
Tori Breyer:
[whispering]
Brandon. Listen to your father.
Kyle Breyer:
[as Brandon makes a mean face to his mother]
We are leaving. Let's go!
Tori Breyer:
[Tori and Brandon get up]
Love you, guys.
Merilee McNichol:
I love you. I'm sorry.
Tori Breyer:
So fun!
Kyle Breyer:
Let's go!
Tori Breyer:
Thank you so much.
Merilee McNichol:
Call me later.
[whispering]
Merilee McNichol:
Okay, sorry.
Tori Breyer:
Don't even worry about it.
Merilee McNichol:
[whispering]
I'm so sorry.
Tori Breyer:
No. Yep. Bye. Ha-ha.
[Erica and two other diner patrons continue to stare at the family leaving as Erica makes a smirk]
Merilee McNichol:
I love you guys! Babe, I told you.
Noah McNichol:
You sure you want kids?
