Maggie to Max: That's MY Mama, Max! Go away!
Max: That's BOTH OF OUR MAMAS, Maggie!
Maggie: Because I'm ME! (holds both arms above head in primal gesture of triumph)
Max: You're not making any sense, Maggie.
Mama: No or yes to what?
Max: You're not making any sense, Mama.
Maggie: I want milk. I'm ME!
Mama: What do you mean, I'm not making any sense?
Max: (holding up a hand imperiously) I'm working things out with Maggie, Mama.
Mama: Okay. I'll just ...okay.