Setting: Family bathroom, now.
The half-dressed DAUGHTER examines herself in a large mirror.
DAUGHTER: Oh my God!
The MOTHER knocks once on the bathroom door, then quickly opens it. The DAUGHTER stands in front of a big mirror, towel clutched around her chest.
MOTHER: What's wrong?
DAUGHTER: It's my boob.
MOTHER: Oh no. Is it a lump?
DAUGHTER: No. It's a hair.
MOTHER: A hair?
DAUGHTER: I found a hair on my left boob.
MOTHER: Oh that. You'll get used to it.
DAUGHTER: No, I won't. I thought the three hairs on my chin were bad enough.
MOTHER: Honey, you're middle aged now. It's all part of the aging process.
DAUGHTER: It's hair, a long hair coming out of my left boob.
MOTHER: Get dressed. We're going to be late.
DAUGHTER: I don't feel like going.
MOTHER: Don't be dramatic. It's just menopause.
DAUGHTER: Just menopause?
MOTHER: A few hairs here and there.
DAUGHTER: What's next? I guess I'll wake up with a penis tomorrow.
MOTHER: What do you expect me to say?
The DAUGHTER stares daggers.
DAUGHTER: Thanks for the comforting words, Mom.
MOTHER: Be grateful you found a black hair. Wait until a white comes out of your nipple.
Smiling, the MOTHER exits. The DAUGHTER searches for tweezers.