COREY

If you want to be an architect, then why are you here?

C.J.

What do you mean?

COREY

If you want to build skyscrapers, you’ll need to go to college somewhere to study architecture. Why don’t you just do that?

C.J.

(turning back to his rope) That’s not how things are done—not out here.

COREY

But—

(JOE TAYLOR enters, limping with a cane, unnoticed by C.J.)

C.J.

(turns back, angrily) Just leave it alone, will you?

(sees JOE and sighs) Great. Here comes my dad.

JOE

(gruffly) What’s going on out here?

C.J.

Just talking to these folks for a minute.

JOE

You have chores to do.

C.J.

I know.

JOE

And after you’re done with those chores, you have even more chores.

C.J.

(annoyed) I know, Dad.

JOE

(steps close to C.J.) Don’t take that tone with me, boy.

C.J.

I’m not a boy, Dad.

JOE