Betsey from Maine gave me today's word. Thanks!
Dawn's Dad reaches into his pocket.
Dawn's Dad:Now go outside and order all of us some food. The band realy likes plutonium wings. And get me a salad and order something for yourself.
Dawn's Dad hands Dawn a phone and some money.
Dawn (off-camera):Bleah...wings? All those little bones are so annoying.
Dawn:Fine...I need a break from all the musical destruction anyway.