SCENE: Waffle House (THE HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH), int., early afternoon. An incredibly handsome young man (ME) sits with an older woman (MAMA) and two small boys (JOSH and JOE). The woman is having a conversation with the boys while the man sips his coffee, until someone says something that brings a Beatles’ song to his mind. He sings a verse of it, then turns to one of the boys…
ME: The Beatles are awesome. They’ve got a song for every situation.
JOSH: Do you like the Beatles?
ME: Everybody likes the Beatles.
JOSH: Not everybody likes the Beatles.
ME: Everybody who counts likes the Beatles.
JOSH: Everybody who counts?
ME: An appreciation of the Beatles is considered a baseline requirement for admission into polite society.
JOSH: I don’t like the Beatles.
ME: Then you won’t be allowed into polite society.
JOSH: ‘Cause I don’t like the Beatles?
ME: (thinking of all the other reasons the boy isn’t ready for polite society) Well, that’s what we’ll tell people, anyway.
ME: The Beatles are awesome. They’ve got a song for every situation.
JOSH: Do you like the Beatles?
ME: Everybody likes the Beatles.
JOSH: Not everybody likes the Beatles.
ME: Everybody who counts likes the Beatles.
JOSH: Everybody who counts?
ME: An appreciation of the Beatles is considered a baseline requirement for admission into polite society.
JOSH: I don’t like the Beatles.
ME: Then you won’t be allowed into polite society.
JOSH: ‘Cause I don’t like the Beatles?
ME: (thinking of all the other reasons the boy isn’t ready for polite society) Well, that’s what we’ll tell people, anyway.
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