UNDER THE HOUSE
Before school, Norman has been tasked with fixing the lattice under the porch. Under there he finds a terrifying, very strange and dirty little doggie, and because he is Norman, he tries very hard to make friends with the doggie. The dog is not so sure about Norman, because she is a wild stray, but also because he is weird as hell.
When Dylan comes in -- jacket over his shoulders due to the broken arm, which makes him look like he's about to start his first day at the Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft & Wizardry -- Norma is cooking and has graciously plated him a delicious square meal, which she offers with a smile. Having never seen her smile at him before, Dylan is instantly alert to danger.
Dylan: "What is this. What kind of a trick is this."
Norma: "It's not a trick, silly! It's the most important meal of the day!"
Dylan: "Why did you do this. I am nervous about everything going on."
Norma: "Can't a mother make her ssssss... her child breakfast?"
Dylan: "Some mothers, but not you. Listen, you know I'm still moving out, right? Just because I protected you that one time and you gave me the first hug I have ever received in my life doesn't make you less crazy in the days to come."
Her affect, of course, changes instantly. The smile slides off her face like a sunny-side-up egg. I thought for a second she was going to do something to his breakfast, like send it flying at his head. So, I think, do they both.
Norma: "What? Did you not hear me say that Norman is the crazy one and that we need to always watch out for him in case he goes crazy again? Surely you can see why I would need help. He's such a handful, that Norman."
Dylan: "Yeah, nevertheless. I mean, I'm not leaving town. I can still help you. I just can't be in the actual plague miasma of your trainwreck life. I need to be apart."
Norma: "What did you get shot for, if not so I could swallow you whole?"
Dylan: "That was just me being awesome, which is the opposite of what I will be, if I continue to hang around here."
They get into a dreadfully awkward fight over the garbage can, and eventually he wrests the bag away from her.
Norma: "Fine! Take out my garbage! Great! What a good kid! Thanks!"
Still wizarding around in his jacket, poor old Dylan mumbles dejectedly as he trashes the trash and then notices a super fucking creepster idling in the parking lot with sunglasses and a staring problem. Dylan, because he was raised by wolves, knows a monster when he sees one, so he steps up and wizards over into the dude's face.