(Rachel's car drives and arrive almost at the mine)
Rachel: Just have to make a quick stop.
Harry: Sure, that's okay.
(The car stops)
Harry: Uh, what are we doing here?
Rachel: This'll only take a second.
(The horn beeps)
Lauren: So, you have any kids?
Harry: Um. No, I don't.
Lauren: You're lucky. Right, Mom?
Rachel: No, honey. Sometimes having kids is just wonderful. And sometimes...(unbuckles the seatbelt and beeps the horn again) Graham!
(Rachel gets out of the car)
Lauren: My brother Graham, he's in a lot of trouble.
Harry: Uh-huh. Yes, I think he is.
Rachel: Graham! Graham!
Harry: You get in trouble?
Harry: Of course not.
Graham: (from inside) I'm coming.
(Graham and his friends appear out of the mine)
Rachel: Get in the car. You boys, go home. You should know better.
Graham: See you, guys.
(Graham and Rachel get in the car)
Rachel: I don't know what's wrong with you.
Graham: Can we do this another time?
Ash: No, Graham. You know you can't go inside the mine.
Rachel: Your cousin is right. The mine is dangerous. It's off-limits.
(The car start and drives backward and then forward on the road)
Jane: Hey, Rachel! Hey!
Rachel: Hey, Jane. I heard Mrs, Mackey was sick.
Jane: Oh, you know, just a touch of the flu. And how are you?
Rachel: Dr. Fox, this is Harry Dalton of the United States Geological Survey.
Jane: (shaking hands with Harry) Oh, hey.
Harry: How do you do?
Jane: Well, nice meeting you.
Rachel: 'Bye, Jane.
(The car continues driving)
(In the forest)
(Rachel's car drives)
Graham: Do you want to see it?
Lauren: It looks like black liquorice.
Harry: Can I see it? (Graham offers him the crystal) You know what this is?
(Graham nods no)
Harry: This is a smoky quartz crystal. I had one just like it when I was your age. Very lucky.
Ash: Do you know about this stuff, Harry?
Harry: Hmmm. Yeah, just a little bit.
Rachel: Dr. Dalton's a geologist.
Harry: Volcanologist, actually.
Lauren: You mean like Dr. Spock?
Graham: Mr. Spock.
Harry: Well, kind of, but without the ears, you know? (humming)
Graham: Hey, Mom, drop me off at Grandma's.
Lauren: Yeah, me too.
Graham: You're not tagging along.
Rachel: Stop fighting. No! No one's going. Dr. Dalton has been patient enough.
Harry: It's okay to drop the kids off at your mother's. I don't mind.
Rachel: She's not my mother. She's my mother-in-law. Or my ex-mother-in-law.