INT. SON’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
SON: Dad, can you spray monster under bed?
DAD: There’s no space under your bed. We cut the legs off remember?
SON: I’m talking about your bed.
SON: Yeah, before you here I hear mama fight someone.
SON: I don’t know. I knock on door to protect her. I love her and I was beat that monster up like Spider-Man.
DAD: Did you use the web shooter I bought you?
SON: Mama not let me in. She open door little and said everything ok but her hair messed up. I saw something move under bed. I don’t know.
DAD: Well, son, you don’t have to ever EVER worry about seeing anything move under our bed again ‘cause I’m about to go cut 9 legs off.
SON: It 4. You don’t know how to count daddy haha.