Therese: I can’t believe you told Mom and Dad about me driving the car last Saturday when I wasn’t supposed to. I thought we had a deal. You wouldn’t tell on me and I’d take you and Kathy to the movies this weekend. You’re such a tattletale. 

Stephen: I swear it wasn’t me! Why would I tell? We do have a deal and I’ve held up my end. 

Therese: Forget it. The deal is off. There’ll be no movie this weekend. 

Stephen: Hey, I told you it wasn’t me who spilled the beans. Are you sure it wasn’t Jeffrey? 

Therese: Don’t try to put the blame on somebody else. I know it was you. 

Stephen: How? 

Therese: You’re a terrible liar. 

Stephen: Well, if I did tell on you, I didn’t mean to do [bad word] on, please! I really want to see that movie this weekend. What can I do? 

Therese: Hmmm...that’s a good question. How about doing my chores for two weeks? 

Stephen: Two weeks?! No way. How about one week? 

Therese: You’ve got a deal. I’ll take you if you do all of my chores for a week. But I’m warning you. You’re on notice. If you tell on me one more time, you’ll be dead to me. 

Stephen: Yeah, yeah. I heard you.