Woman: Hey. Are you okay?
Man: Yeah. I just have a cold, I think.
Woman: No, no you don't. You've sounded like that for a while. You smoke, and you're dying from it.
Man: What? Well, you know, I'm just . . .I'm just a casual smoker, and I can quit anytime I want.
Woman: No, you can't. You smoke two packs a day, and I DONT call that a casual smoker.
Man: Hey, it's my choice, so butt out. We've talked about this before, and I'm tired of you, mom, and dad nagging me about it all the time.
Woman: Okay, but what about your kids? Don't you worry about how your smoking is affecting them?
Man: It's not a problem. I smoke outside.
Woman: Yeah, but don't you worry they'll start smoking too?
Man: No. They won't. I know my kids. I trust them.
Woman: Yeah, yeah. Didn't you say that Jacob got caught smoking a week ago at school?
Man: Yeah, but it was the first time . . . He's under a lot of pressure these days.
Woman: Yea, right. The first time you know of. He's lying to you.
Man: I trust him.
Woman: Really. Well, what about these cigarettes? [ What? ] Right here! [ Oh! ] I found them in his clothes when he stayed over last night. Listen.
Man: They . . . They're probably not his!
Woman: They're his. He's following your example. You can't expect him NOT to smoke when you smoke yourself.
Man: Hey. Don't tell me how to raise my kids. It's my job.
Woman: I won't have to. You're killing yourself, and someone else is going to be raising your kids for you.
Man: Well, what does that mean?
Woman: Figure it out. Listen. I ('ve) got to go now. If you want to talk more, I'll be at mom's house.