Father (protagonist), about 60 years old but craggily handsome, speaking to cute, young Vietnamese waitress: What’s your best phở on the menu?
Waitress: I like #5, with fatty brisket and round steak.
Father, with a slight smirk: Thẻ á (really)? Well, if you like it, I am sure I will like it. Give me the dặc biệt, nhé (the special, OK).
Waitress, fluttering: Wow anh (uncle), you speak good Vietnamese!
Father: Mọt chút thoi (just a little).
Waitress gives him a big smile: Oh no, you’re very good, anh! (She leaves for the kitchen).
Son (half-Asian, early 20’s): Nice, dad. So, you’re hitting on a waitress about 40 years younger than you.
Father: No, no, just trying to be friendly.
Son: I’ll bet you think she’s wringing out her panties in the bathroom she got so wet talking to you.
Father: What the hell are you talking about? Jesus…
Son: I know you’ve got this Asian woman fetish going on, all the fucking time. You married one, but you can’t stop there, can you?
Father: You can stop this bullshit anytime.
Son: I saw it on your fucking phone, Dad. Tell me the truth, you got girls over there in Vietnam? How many? Tell me, don’t fucking lie. Tell me the truth, or I will kick your ass. I may kick it anyway. Tell me! You’re cheating on my mother, right?
Father: It’s not your concern. You don’t know what I’ve been through. I love your mom but it’s been damn hard, dealing with her depression and anxiety, day in, day fucking out.
Son (rising in anger): Tell me, how many?
Father: It’s not your concern!
Son: Tell me, now, or I will fucking hit you, I swear.
Father (pleading): Michael…stop this…
Son: Tell me!
Father: OK, one.
Son: Fucking bastard. Who was it? What did you tell her? You just used her, right, you scumbag?
Father: That’s it, I’m leaving.
(Father gets up to leave, and walks outside the restaurant. Son follows him outside, and starts throwing punches at his father’s head. The father flees, with the son in pursuit. Just then, a police car happens by, and stops.)