You're Driving Me Crazy (Scene 2) Flashcards
MR. VAN DE GROOT: Excellent. Excellent. Uh, excuse me?
Oh, don’t mind us. We promise we’ll be quiet.
MR. VAN DE GROOT: Who are you?
DAD: ???
MR. VAN DE GROOT: (Doesn’t shake it.) Yes. I kind of figured that.
DAD: ???
DAD: Hi. I’m Kenny Jorgenson, and this is my wife Dorline. We’re Brooke’s parents. (Extends his hand.)
MR. VAN DE GROOT: (Doesn’t shake it.) Yes. I kind of figured that.
DAD: Great. Then you won’t mind if we come along.
MOM: We’re just teasing you, sweetiekins. I’m sure you’re a very good driver.
A regular Mario Andretti, she is! Come on, honey. Smile for the camera.
LITTLE SUSIE: I have to pee.
Well, you’ll just have to wait. I’m sure Mr. Van De Groot wants to get started with the lesson.
GRANDMA: I’m coming! I’m coming!
GRANDMA: I’m coming! I’m coming!
DAD: Now, can I get one with the two of you together?
BROOKE: I think I blinked.
DAD: I’ll try it again without the flash.
MOM: You’re so thoughtful, honey. Isn’t she thoughtful, Kenny?
She’s a regular Mother Theresa.
MR. VAN DE GROOT: No, you can’t start the car!
Smile! You weren’t smiling, Mr. Van De Groot.
MOM: I said they’re much roomier than they look! Honey, would you help her?
I can’t. I’m trying to get the camcorder working.
MR. VAN DE GROOT: You brought a camcorder?
Oh, yes. We’ve got all of Brooke’s firsts on tape. Her first smile. Her first steps
LITTLE SUSIE: Her first spit up.
BROOKE: Dad, I thought you erased that one!
How could we erase it? No baby has ever shown such a gift for spitting up.
MOM: Oh, we know it’s a little tight, but we’ll make room.
DAD: ???
MOM: Do I? Twelve people, three dogs, and a ferret!
DAD: ???
DAD: Remember when we drove to the Grand Canyon, honey?
MOM: Do I? Twelve people, three dogs, and a ferret!
DAD: In a Volkswagen Beetle, no less! Come on, Brooke. Say something funny.
MOM: She doesn’t know what to say. Did you hear that, Kenny? Isn’t our little girl just the funniest thing?
DAD: I keep telling you, she’s a regular Don Rickles.
MOM: Oh don’t be silly. We wouldn’t miss this for the world. Move over.
DAD: ???
MOM: Well, move over some more.
DAD: ???
DAD: I am moved over.
MOM: Well, move over some more.
DAD: If I moved over any more, I’d be in the next state. (Fall out then shove)
GRANDMA: Well, you don’t have to shout! I’m not dead!
Can you move over a little, Mr. Van De Groot? Your head’s blocking the shot. (Shove head)
MOM: She said “ow”!
DAD: Okay, honey. Now turn the steering wheel back and forth like you’re really driving.
BROOKE: Like this?
DAD: Can you make some motor sounds?