⁣## Movie Dialogue: Chapter 1: Sleepless in Suburbia

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

The kitchen is a disaster zone. Leftover takeout boxes litter the counter. ANNA (30s), exhausted but wired on caffeine, frantically assembles a baby monitor while MARK (30s), her equally weary husband, tries to fold a laundry basket overflowing with tiny clothes.

ANNA: (Muttering) Okay, so which button connects to the frequency…or is it the…the…existential dread of knowing I’m now completely responsible for another human being?

MARK: (Sarcastically, wrestling with a tiny onesie) Pretty sure the existential dread is factory-installed. No button needed. It’s like a permanent software update you can’t uninstall. Comes free with the placenta.

ANNA: Very helpful, Mark. You're a regular Dr. Spock. So insightful. Maybe you can write a parenting book: "Diapers and Despair: A Millennial's Guide Losing Your Mind."

MARK: I'd title it "Sleep Deprivation: The Only Diet That Works, But Also Makes You Hallucinate." Chapter one would be about the joys of deciphering baby cries. Is it hunger? Gas? Or is the tiny overlord just plotting world domination?

ANNA: (Sighs, finally connects the monitor) Be honest. Do you think we’re ready for this? I mean, we can barely keep a houseplant alive. Remember Brenda? She didn’t even make it a week.

MARK: (Grinning weakly) Brenda's death was a tragedy, Anna. But to be fair, we watered her with tequila by accident during game night. This is…different. Babies don’t generally thrive on agave nectar. I think. We'll figure it out. We have to. Unless…we can still return it, right? Like, a thirty-day guarantee?

ANNA: (Smiling faintly) I’m going to go check on her. You finish…whatever it is you're doing. And maybe try to locate the dust bunnies. They’re starting to organize.

MARK: (Holding up a balled-up sock the size of his thumb) Right, the dust bunnies. Top priority. Right after learning to speak fluent “Goo-Goo Gah-Gah.”