Oscar: You want to babysit-.. alone?
Noah: Well-.. maybe mom can help.
Oscar: [snorts] Uh-huh.
Noah: C’mon, when was the last time you two went on a date or something?
Oscar: Yeah.. alright.
[Wren whimpers, thrashing her legs restlessly]
Noah: Shouldn’t she be in bed by now?
Oscar: Yes, Noah…
Noah: Insomnia isn’t hereditary, is it?
Oscar: Sometimes-.. hopefully it’s just a phase. Either way, I’m sure you’ll have fun with her.
Noah: I’m going to need backup, aren’t I?
Oscar: Obviously.