(George is at the coffee shop with his parents)

GEORGE: So, uh, Mom, Dad, I was hoping that you could help me to remember my childhood a little clearly..
ESTELLE: I feel a draft. (Grabs the bread basket and her drink) Let’s change tables.
FRANK: Get outta here! We have a booth.
ESTELLE: Frank, I’m cold!
FRANK: Order a hot dish.
ESTELLE: Why can’t we sit over there? (Points to a table)
FRANK: (Yelling) That’s not a booth!
ESTELLE: (Trying to match Frank’s loudness) So, who says we have to sit in a booth?!
FRANK: (Loud shouting) I didn’t take the subway all the way to New York to sit at a table like that! (Gestures to the table)
ESTELLE: (Nagging yell) Well, I didn’t take the subway to be in a drafty restaurant!
(A moment passes)
GEORGE: (Pleading for them to stop) Mom.. dad.
FRANK: Now, George, what do you want to know about your childhood?
GEORGE: (Fed up with his parents) Actually, I think I’m pretty clear on it.
FRANK: (Looks up) Where’s that breeze coming from?

(via The Andrea Doria)