Henry: It’s not gonna work you know.
Snow: What won’t?
Henry: Separating my moms. Everyone knows they’re a couple now.
Emma: Shut up, kid. It’s bad enough I have to wear a dress without a fight breaking out.
James: No fighting. Besides, Regina’s over here with me because we’re the lucky ones who married the White family women.
Emma: It’s Swan, Dad. I’m not changing it to White. Or Charming.
Regina: [through gritted teeth] You’re changing it to Mills, dear. Just like me and Henry.
Snow: Like hell she is. After what your mother—
Emma: Mom! Dress. Heels.
Snow: You look very pretty, sweetheart. And at least your skirt isn’t dangerously short like some people’s.
Regina: Okay, that’s it—
James: Can you just take the damn photo already? What are you waiting for? Blood splatter on your Nikon?
[the photographer finally pushes the button]
Photographer: Oh. I forgot the ‘say “cheese”’.
Regina: I can assure you, nobody minds.
So my mom and I have been working the same waitress job for 5-6 years now. She had been waitressing years before, but this is recently. Anyway, about… 15 minutes ago this guy she waited on left and told her to take care. Just that. Prior to this she had talked to him about Italy. Her people are from Florence, this and that, and she said she’s never been. She’s got 8 years of art education and she’s working a waitress job. It’s pretty… Sad and disappointing, I guess. Her and my father divorced 6 years ago and she hasn’t had a real job ever. Just been stuck in a small town she’s not from.
This man who we have never seen before tipped her 1000 dollars for a trip to Italy. Walked out, not another word.
…you know. Just when I start to lose faith in humanity….Hm.