Fade In: Night on the freeway. Raining, wipers streak against the windshield. KLOVE plays softly on the radio. Red break lights illuminate faces in the car, boys getting restless in the back seat, mom anxious to get through the congested Portland traffic to pick husband from work.
Raph: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII love you, Mom.
Mom: (sigh) I love you too, Raphie.
Raph: I love you AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH lot, Mom.
Mom: I love you a lot too, sweetheart.
Raph: Okay, stop talking now, Mom. It quiet time. Quite time NOW.
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