Yvonne: Of course. It’s not every day I get to tell my parents I’m pregnant over turkey dinner.
Quinn: Well, we were going to have to tell them eventually.
Yvonne:(stares at him) Do you have any idea how hard it’s going to be telling my mother she’s going to be a grandmother? She’ll probably drop dead in the stuffing.
Quinn: She’s really that obsessed about getting old?
Yvonne: You’ve met my mother, right?
Quinn: Yeah. Do you want me to tell your dad and then he can tell her after we’ve left?
Yvonne: I hope you don’t think I’m going to talk to you tonight.
Quinn: I don’t expect …
Yvonne: Of course not. That’s why we’re going to a restaurant instead of staying home for Thanksgiving dinner.
Quinn: But you …
Yvonne: I know. I know I burned the turkey last year. You don’t have to rub it in. I was willing to try again but nooo, we have to go to a restaurant because you don’t trust me! Admit it!
Quinn: I …
Yvonne: Don’t talk to me. I’m not talking to you.
Quinn looks out the window.
Yvonne: Don’t pout.
Quinn: I’m not …
Yvonne: Yes you are. I can tell by the way you’re looking out the window.
Quinn: What the …
Yvonne: (holds up palm) Don’t talk to me. And don’t pout. Let’s just get there and get this over with.
Quinn:(looks up to the front of the bus) It’s …
Yvonne: What part of “don’t talk to me” didn’t you understand?
Quinn: But …
Yvonne: Ugh! I’ve had enough of this. I’m walking the rest of the way. (gets up)
Quinn:(calls to her as she’s walking down the aisle) You’ll have to anyway! We just passed the stop!