INT. ASKIN’S APARTMENT (Cihangir, Istanbul) – DAY
Natalie packs. Django, in frog pose on the bed, looks on.
Django: Mommmm. Why are you doing that thing again where you take all our belongings and put them into that big red box that has wheels?
Natalie: Well, Sweetpea, we’re moving to a new apartment today, in another part of town.
Django: Aw, why, Mom? I was just getting to know the smells of this one.
Natalie: When I was your age, your Grandma and Pop-Pop used to tell me a story about Goldilocks and the Three Bears.
Django: That is not a response to the question I asked.
Natalie: Once upon a time, there was a girl with beautify, curly blond hair, ahem, named Goldilocks. She… broke into some… bears’ home… I guess… and wanted to, um, sleep in their beds. She tried the Mama Bear’s bed, and it was too firm. The Papa Bear’s bed was too soft, and the little Baby Bear’s bed was just right. So she she took a nap.
Django: I can get behind that.
Natalie: Then she ate their porridge.
Django: Why?
Natalie: Well, I don’t remember. She must have been hungry. Anyway, the Mama Bear’s porridge was too hot…
Django: Where were these bears exactly while Goldilocks was committing a felony?
Natalie: Good question. ANYWAY. The point is, sometimes you have to try different things before you decide which one is the best one.
Django: But this one is the best one.
Natalie: Well, how will you know until you try the next one?
Django: But how will you know until you try all of them?
Natalie: Well… sometimes you have to try… a lot of them.
Django: How many is enough?
Natalie: I… don’t know.
Django: Is that why you were eavesdropping on those two people from Italy while we were at the breakfast place this morning?
Natalie: Stop asking so many questions.