Location: Interior, tastefully-appointed middle-class rural Austrian kitchen, a little on the rustic side but not too bad. Little sister, 5, is sitting at table. Dad messing around with breakfast at counter. Big sister, 13, enters, wearing jeans with a fit some women would kill for, and a beige bra with clear shoulder straps.

Dad: [Reaction shot: thinks, whoa, where'd all those curves come from suddenly?]
Big Sister: Grnmph.
Little Sister: Hey, why aren’t you wearing a shirt?
Big Sister: [Groggily] Eh, forgot.
Little Sister: You look like Shakira. [She's a huge Shakira fan.]
Big Sister: [Does double-take.] How would *you* know what Shakira looks like? You don’t even have a TV.
Little Sister: Sometimes she’s on when I watch TV at grandma’s.
Big Sister: Hrm.
Dad: [Goes into cellar to laugh.]