Drunk moth­er: So, do… When we should send the kids to bed?
Drunk fa­ther: Well, the old­er one can stay up lat­er tonight… What the fuck is that kid’s name…?
Drunk moth­er: Bri­an­na?
Drunk fa­ther: Who the hell…? I mean, Sab­ri­na.
Drunk moth­er: You’re hold­ing Sab­ri­na.
Drunk fa­ther: Cassie! Send the oth­er two to bed in an hour or so, but Cassie can stay up lat­er. [Ba­by in his arms starts to cry.] Shut the hell up, Cheyenne.

–Beach camp­ground, Min­don, On­tario, Cana­dia