Chapter 6: Food Fight
Alice: I've got you cornered. Now give it back.
Dillon: (using the turkey as a shield) You can't tell my mother!
Tracy: Too late. (smiles)
Georgie: Well, it's our food too!
Tracy: Your food? You shouldn't even be here.
Dillon: I invited her.
Tracy: (clears throat) Obviously.
Ned: You know…Georgie does have a point. It's their food as much as it's ours.
Tracy: Oh would you shut up? Dillon, darling. Please return the turkey. (pause) Oh my God! Never in my life did I imagine I would say that. (shakes head)
Alan: Maybe we should have allowed Ned to order the pizzas after all.
Edward: We are NOT eating pizza this year, damnit!
Skye: Then let's just return to the den. No hard feelings, all right?
Monica: Fine. As long as everything is brought back to the house this instant.
(The teenagers exchange glances.)
Lulu: Nah! We came this far! Go Dillon, go! Diego, help us out!
Diego: (confused) Uh…
(Dillon runs with the turkey. The adults go after him.)
Lulu: Wait one minute! (blocking the adults)
Tracy: WHAT are you doing?
Lulu: Girls…Defend yourselves.
Brook Lynn: Uh. Lulu, what are you talking about?
Luke: Oh just let me at the turkey! (about to run through them)
Lulu: The mashed potatoes!
Georgie: What?
Lulu: Fling the mashed potatoes!
(The girls laugh. Lulu starts flinging the potatoes. Georgie and Brook follow her lead.)
Tracy: Oh my goodness! You've all gone insane!
Skye: This is REALLY immature!
Monica: Oh like you should talk.
Lorenzo: What is she talking about?
Skye: (laughs quietly) Oh nothing. (glares at Monica)
Diego: Why are you throwing potato at me? Aren't I on your side?
Lulu: You aren't helping us! Keep throwing it, girls.
Ned: Um, I think I have potato in my eye.
(The adults continue to run after Dillon.)
Georgie: (laughing) We're out of mashed potatoes!
Lulu: Just throw anything you can!
Luke: Noooo! You're wasting all the food!
Tracy: This is ridiculous. Damnit! Dillon! Get back here.
(In the distance, Dillon falls…)
Tracy: Dillon!
Luke: Not the turkey!
(Everyone runs after Dillon.)
(Next scene…)
Tracy: Dillon. Dillon. Are you all right?
Georgie: Oh my God! Dillon! Are you okay?
Dillon: Um, I think I hurt my ankle.
Tracy: Serves you right.
Dillon: Mom. I'm serious.
Tracy: Alan, get over here!
Luke: Where did the turkey go?
Skye: Oh would you knock it off?
Ned: See that ditch?
Luke: Yeah.
Ned: There's your turkey.
Luke: Agh!
Alan: (approaches Tracy) What do you want?
Dillon: Did my son break his ankle?
Alan: Well, we're going to need X-rays to know for sure.
Monica: Oh, Dillon. Let me see. (twists his ankle)
Dillon: Agh! What are you doing?
Monica: It's not broken. Just sprained.
Tracy: Shouldn't you get an X-ray?
Monica: Can you walk on it?
Dillon: A little help would be nice.
Georgie: (holds out her hand)
Dillon: (walks) Yes, but it hurts.
Alice: Want to use the broom as a crutch?
Monica: You'll be fine, Dillon. I can wrap it up for you when we get back to the house.
Tracy: I want a second opinion.
Alan: Tracy, he'll be fine.
Tracy: You said he was going to need X-rays!
Dillon: Mom. I think I just overreacted.
Monica: You get that from your mother.
Tracy: Haha, Monica.
Lainey: Ms. Quartermaine—If I may…
Tracy: May what?
Lainey: Offer my opinion…As a qualified doctor. Dillon's ankle appears to be fine.
Tracy: (sarcastically) Why thank you. But did I ASK?
Lainey: Well, you did—Never mind. (to Justus) I was just trying to help.
Justus: Don't worry about it.
Lulu: So is the turkey really in the ditch?
Ned: Want to see for yourself?
Lulu: I'm sorry.
Skye: For what?
Lulu: This was all my fault. I thought it would be fun to have Thanksgiving in the boathouse. Just me, Dillon, Georgie, Brook Lynn, and Diego.
Skye: It's all right, Lulu.
Brook Lynn: And I apologize for agreeing to the plan…(laughs)
Lois: As you should, young lady.
Monica: And I am going to talk to your mother, Georgie.
Dillon: Monica, is that really necessary?
Tracy: You want ME to talk to her mother?
Dillon: Oh Monica, please call.
Skye: Don't you think you're all overreacting? Was it immature? Yes, but…come on.
Lainey: Well, I agree. You're talking about a bunch of kids here. They just wanted to have some fun.
Tracy: (disgusted) They flung mash potatoes at me.
Brook: (laughs) And you look hilarious, Granny.
Ned: Brook…
Brook: (sighs) Fine. Sorry.
Lorenzo: Can you really blame them for not wanting to spend Thanksgiving with all of you? This is a madhouse.
Monica: Hey! What did I say?
Lorenzo: Well, Skye. My offer still stands. Dinner at MetroCourt?
Skye: You can go with Diego, but—
Diego: I'd rather stay here.
Skye: I'm staying here too, Lorenzo. They're still my family.
Tracy: No we're not!
Alan: Oh give it up.
Monica: My sister-in-law is right, Alan. Skye has no place here.
Alan: So you're going to kick Skye out and let Coleman stay?
Coleman: I didn't say a thing!
(The family starts arguing…)
Ned: And who said I shouldn't order the pizza?