Vance gets a sno cone from outside, then re-enters the house and sits down. Ivan walks over and joins him on the couch.
Vance: So what’s going on son?
Ivan: Mom wants me to talk to you about my new roommate.
Vance: Is it that fine girl that I met at your party? She was…
Naomi: *from across the room* Vance!
Vance: *completes sentence in a more appropriate manner* … a very nice young woman.
Ivan: *chuckles* No dad… she’s just a friend. I moved into a house with this guy named Travis.
Vance: A guy? Are you…?
Ivan: No, he needed a roommate and I agreed. Living on the house boat kept making me sea sick, so I felt it was time to live on land.
Vance: I don’t get it… what’s the problem?
Naomi walks over…
Naomi: The problem is… he doesn’t even know this dude. He could be crazy or something.