Friday

(Street sounds; Door opens and closes; sounds of baby crying and television)

MOTHER: That's right! That's all you do, just sit in front of the TV!
FATHER: Hey, don't break my balls, shut up already!
MOTHER: You're not gonna help! I gotta deal with your kids and that loser son of yours...
FATHER: I work hard all day and I gotta deal with your SHIT! (Sound of glass breaking)
MOTHER: What do you fuckin' think you're doing? What are you doing?!
FATHER: How do you like that?!
MOTHER: What do you think you're doing?
FATHER: How do you like that?!
MOTHER: You fucking animal!
FATHER: I told you to shut the hell up!
MOTHER: Don't you ruin my kitchen! I'm sick of this! I want out! I want out!
FATHER: Get the fuck outta here!
MOTHER: I can't stand this! You and your lousy fucking kids!
FATHER: Hey, how do you like that you bitch? (More glass breaking)
MOTHER: Don't you destroy my kitchen!
FATHER: Hey, I'll destroy your world!
MOTHER: FUCK YOU! You PIECE OF SHIT! Now get out of here you pig!
FATHER: Yeah, get outta here...you!
MOTHER: You and your fucking loser son! (Door slams) I'm outta here! I'm
not dealing with nothing anymore! You piece of shit! I WANT OUT! I WANT OUT!

(Kid breathes heavily; turns on stereo)

MOTHER: Get outta here! Get outta here! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!

(Sound of bathroom door opening and closing; bathtub water turned on)

MOTHER: I want you outta here! Right this minute! I gotta use the
bathroom! Whatta you doin' in there?! You goin' through my makeup? It's my
bathroom, I gotta use it! Don't touch my tampons! It's my bathroom, I work
hard to keep it clean, I can use it whenever I want!

(Sound of Kid slitting wrists; brief cry of pain)

MOTHER: It's my bathroom!

(Sound of blood dripping into the bathtub; door opens)

MOTHER: Oh, oh, OH MY GOD! OH JESUS CHRIST! NO! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! OOOOH MYYYY GOOOOD!!!!

(Dripping continues)