Grace and Poe Bango are forced to spend the night at their neighbors’ (Joey and Marla) House. Grace notices a large doll collection and believes it belongs to their 10-year old daughter, Tiffany

GRACE (CONT’D)

That’s some doll collection your daughter has.

MARLA

Oh, you mean Tiffany? They’re not hers. Joey makes his own special outfits for them and goes to all these conventions and he’s gonna make us a whole lot of money. Joey’s an artist and a businessman, aren’t you, baby? He’s like Thomas Kinkaide, you know, that super-holy painter of light guy, and Donald Trump -- all rolled up into one.

Joey beams proudly, and takes a gulp from his beer when he notices his daughter trying to sneak into the house.

JOEY

Hey! You!

Tiffany stops -- caught.

JOEY (CONT’D)

Come ‘ere, you little shit. Come meet some friends.

She walks nervously over to her dad, one hand behind her back.

JOEY (CONT’D)

What’s that you got there behind your back, kiddo?

TIFFANY

Nothing.

JOEY

Yeah? Well then show me what nothing looks like.

She is clutching a doll with its hand glued to a tiny bottle of tequila and wearing a T-shirt that says “Drunk-ass Barbie”. Angrily, he takes the doll from her.

JOEY (CONT’D)

What the hell is this?

TIFFANY

Nothing. I was just playing with it.

JOEY

How... many... times have I told you? These are not TOYS! Go to your room! Go play with that nice roll of scotch tape we bought you for your birthday!

Tiffany runs inside.

JOEY (CONT’D)

Jesus. Kids have no fucking respect these days.

Grace and Dirge exchange uncomfortable glances. Marla ruffles her husband’s hair.