Don't worry darling

9

TOMMY
Mom, Jack keeps holding me under!
JACK 
I do not!
BETSY
I don't care who's holding who
under, knock it off or you're both out of the pool!

She continues on to Evelyn, sitting in the shade.
BETSY (CONT'D) (re: the boys)
I swear to god I'm gonna bottle the both of 'em and sell 'em as birth control.
Evelyn laughs, holds out her margarita glass for a refill.

EVELYN They're getting so big.
Betsy fills her glass.
BETSY
You're telling me. Goes by so fast.
They won't even let me kiss them on the cheek anymore, they think I have cooties or something.

Evelyn continues watching the kids. Betsy notices.

BETSY (CONT'D) Speaking of which...
(time to pry)
I heard you and Clifford are trying.
Evelyn forces a smile.
EVELYN Mm-hmm.
Betsy frowns.
BETSY
You don't seem too excited about
it.

She glances at Clifford across the yard, making all the guys laugh. He's certainly the alpha of the group.