INT. Cafe day
Door to cafe opens, MUM, DAD and SON enter.
Son
I don't want to go in here, it stinks.
Waitress
Table for three, sir?
SON
No, it stinks in here, you stink.
The waitress forces a smile and shows them to a table and hands out the menus.
Dad
Mmmm, think I'll have the pie, Mother?
Mother nods.
DAD
Three pies please.
The son throws a tantrum.
SON
I don't want pie, it stinks.
DAD
Well, what do you want then?
SON
Alphabet spaghetti, NOW...!!!
The son sticks his tongue out at the waitress who smiles, returns to the counter and gives the order to the chef.
Chef
I don't know how you manage to keep your cool sometimes, I really don't.
WAITRESS
You get used to it.
The chef prepares the pies, the waitress prepares the alphabet spaghetti.
The waitress returns to the table with the meals.
WAITRESS
Pie for madam, and for sir and spaghetti for the young master.
Mum smiles.
Mum
Say thank you, Michael.
SON
NO! Go away!
MUM
Sorry, he's a little highly strung at times.
WAITRESS
Really, it's not a problem.
The boy removes the plate cover and reads.
WRITTEN IN SPAGHETTI: FUCK OFF YOU LITTLE CUNT
The waitress quickly stirs the spaghetti, 'playfully' SLAPS the boy on the back of the head.
WAITRESS
Enjoy your meal, Michael...
thanks mickey j