(Helen is a woman who simply wants to dust.)
(Ma is an avid non-duster.)
Ma: Have you been dusting? You know this family doesn’t dust.
Helen: But Ma, what’s so wrong with dusting? Becky dusts. Cindy dusts. Even Jimmy dusts.
Ma: Jimmy dusts? What is this world coming to?
Helen: You know I’ve always loved to dust. I can’t help it. I’ve even fantasized about dusting. Probably came out of the womb with a duster in my hand.
Ma: For the last time: This family doesn’t dust. We didn’t dust yesterday. We’re not dusting today. And we won’t be dusting tomorrow. It’s what we don’t do. Dust.
Helen: Becky has been dusting her whole life. She can pick up a duster whenever she feels like it–without an insecure mother throwing a fit.
Ma: Stop talking crazy.
Helen: Oh, I’m crazy. Do you want to know what’s crazy, Ma? I’m 55 years old and I still can’t dust. That’s crazy. I’m leaving.
Ma: Helen, get back here…