Setting: A grimy, dimly lit kitchen. Dirty dishes piled high in the sink. The air reeks of burnt toast and despair. Martha, in her stained bathrobe, sits at the table, her face buried in her hands. The sound of screaming children echoes from upstairs.

(Rosie storms into the kitchen holding a butter knife.) Rosie (screaming): "That little shit touched my crust! I told her I’d fucking stab her if she touched my food again!"

Martha (muttering to herself): "It’s 7 a.m., and I already wish I was dead."

(Sophia, the younger sister, bursts into the kitchen, holding her arm with a bleeding scratch.) Sophia (crying): "Mom! Rosie’s trying to kill me again!"

Martha (snapping): "Jesus fucking Christ, can’t you two go five minutes without turning this house into a crime scene?!"

(Rosie lunges at Sophia, but Martha grabs the knife mid-swing.) Martha: "If I have to break up one more fight, I swear to God I’m gonna start stabbing people myself!"

(Sophia whimpers and hides behind Martha, who tosses the knife into the overflowing sink.) Sophia: "She’s crazy! She said she’d cut out my eye like in that movie!"