Mom
"Mom, I really can't talk for long. I'm completely swamped with stuff right now."
"What is it that they have you working on? You're working all the time. All the time."
"Oh -- just stuff. I was handed part of another project yesterday."
"Is it because they're letting all these people go? I mean, really, you have no time for yourself ...or for your dear mother."
"I don't know, really. But you can look at it that it probably means my spot is secure."
"Well. Hmm. Well. Have you heard anything more about those meetings with the sales people?"
"Yeah, I think they went well. Very well."
"I was talking with your sister and when I said you were pursuing something in Sales she said 'Oh, that's such a difficult life!'"
"Mom. Her husband is in sales. She should be talking to him."
"What? Why are you talking so low? Remember, your poor mother is hard of hearing."
"I'm at work. The walls have ears."
"Fine, fine. Well, I can't tell you how much I appreciate your driving home to be here. I don't think I could do this on my own. We'll be all set tomorrow."
"Are you sure you don't want me at the hospital?"
"No, no. You can help by taking Dog for a walk. We'll be just fine."

Sister
"Hey! How's it going?"
"It's fine, I just wanted to call to see how Dad is doing."
"He's fine, in fact I can't believe how well he's doing! He was able to walk on his own and everything. And only taking Extra-Strength Tylenol. I wonder if the anesthesia has fully worn off yet, ha ha!"
"Cool! So, hey, Mom told me you've been setting up these meetings for a different job."
"Yeah... maybe in sales."
"I think that's great! I think you'd be awesome in sales."
"Yeah, I hope something might work out. Hey, how are things there?"
"Oh, it's wonderful! I love it here! You know they're having a UFO festival here this week."
"Yeah, I saw it's famous for a 'sighting' in 1950."
"Yeah! Tomorrow they're having a UFO parade, and they have guest speakers and it turns out a good friend of mine from L.A. is going to be speaking so I'll get to see him!"
"Wow, cool."
"Yeah, he's a survivor of an implantation and he's helped thousands of other survivors."
"Yeah? Wow."
"There are two races of aliens, he says. It's really fascinating. And he's going to be here tomorrow."
"Hm. yeah. hmm...."
"There are the 'greens' and then there are the 'greys'."
"Hmm, uh huh. Hey, I hate to cut you short but I'm in the middle of the TV special on -- of all things! -- Elvis."
"Oh OK. I love you. I can't wait to see you!"
"Me too."

Dad
"What a sap, I never knew Elvis was that much of a sap for his mother."
"So they say. I think the actress playing his mom did a great job, too bad she's dead now so you can't see more of her acting."
"I thought Elvis was good in his early days, but later -- maybe it was the drugs -- he couldn't hit all the notes."
"I bet it was the drugs."
"Did they dub Elvis into these songs? It sounds just like him."
"I think this guy is singing them -- he's hitting all the notes."
"He's doing a fantastic job if he is then, it sounds just like him."
"Yeah."
"Now who's this?"
"I think that's P'rsch'lla."
"She looks awfully young, are you sure?"
"No, It's Priscilla, see she's introducing herself. She was only like 14 when they met. Yeah, that's what she's saying right now, she's only 14 and has to be back for curfew."
"Oh! I didn't know that about him. Didn't they have children?"
"Yeah. L'shaM'ree -- also known as the First Mrs. Michael Jackson."
"Oh! What was she thinking? Now who's this?"
"I think that's Ann Margret - we'll find out after the commercial break."
"He had an affair with her? Oh my!"
"Well I gotta say Dad you seem to be doing just fine."
"Oh I am Son. Thank you so much for being home. I think it really helped keep things calm around here."