Margaret Tate:
Andrew! Andrew! Andrew!
[throws a pillow at him, waking him up]
Margaret Tate:
[whispering]
Your mother's at the door, get up here! Get up here!
Margaret Tate:
[to Andrew's mother]
Just a second!
[Andrew throws his pillow and blanket at her]
Margaret Tate:
[whispering as she takes Andrew's blankets off the bed]
Baby blanket, get it off, get it off...
Margaret Tate:
[Andrew gets close to her, as if they were sleeping together, as she feels something]
Oh my God, what is that?
Andrew Paxton:
I'm sorry... it's morning!
Margaret Tate:
What do you mean it's morning?
[Andrew rolls his eyes, as the meaning is obvious]
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