Frustrated sounds, Bob banging on window
Bob (anxiously): I can't break it!
Louise: This is all my fault.
(silence)
... well don't everybody speak at once!
Linda (worriedly): No! Honey!
it's not your fault ...that much.
Louise: It IS though.
I wanted to track down the killer
and save the restaurant
and prove...
(Louise sighs)
...prove I wasn't a baby!
God! NOW you come on!
Linda (short of breath): Oh, my baby.
... I mean...sorry.
Louise (sadly): No! Stupid Chloe Barbash was right.
(words coming out in a rush) I am a baby.
I was too scared to go in the hole,
I was too scared to open the secret nipple door,
Tina had to do it for me.
Louise(haltingly): and I...
wear these frickin' ears!
(Louise exhales)
I mean... if you're brave,
you don't have to prove you're brave.
You just ARE brave.
Bob (surprised): What?
Louise, you're... you're brave.
You're one of the bravest people I know.
Louise (short of breath): It's not true!
Also (breathing heavier)
... you don't know that many people.
Bob grunts
Louise: Ugh, I've NEVER been brave.
Come on... the ears.
The only reason I got these
in the first place was because I was scared!
Bob and Linda (overlapping): What? What do you mean?
Louise: You know!
You gave them to me 'cause
I was scared about the first day of pre school.
Bob (concerned): That's not how it happened.
I mean, you were nervous,
and we had this idea to make you the hat
(Bob stammering)
Your mother made it.
It's sort of in honor of my mom.
Your grandmother
She used to wear this brightly colored winter hat.
(Bob inhales)
Even in warm weather.
It was a little weird,
(breathing heavier) but it was kinda cute
....I guess.
...She always said it was 'cause she
didn't feel like doing her hair.
I think she just liked it.
Linda: And I had extra material
so... uh...rabbit ears.
But I made 'em... after your first day day of pre school
to celebrate, 'cause you were so brave!
Louise (shocked): Really? I was?
Bob and Linda (overlapping) Yeah!
Bob: Do you not remember it that way?
Louise: No.
Bob (proudly): Yeah you didn't need 'em.
Linda (breathing heavily): You were plenty brave.
With no hat at all
We... we were so proud of you.
You slapped a kid.
Louise: I did?
Linda: Yeah! Probably for a good reason...
let's say...
Bob: You remind me of my mom, Louise.
And with the hat, it's kinda like you two have met.
I keep... forgetting that you never did.
Gene (lightheartedly): I wore that bucket
on my head for a while.
Any fun stories about that?
Bob (wearily): No... I don't remember any.
We... we were concerned.
Louise (holding back tears): Well...
thanks. For the hat, and stuff.
Bob: Yup.
Glad we could clear that up.
Since we're dying.
All except Bob: ugh!
Bob (panicked): I mean...
Since we're all hanging out. Alive!
Under the ground!