“Put us on speaker,” Mom says. “No, I’m not going to—” “Put us on speaker, Brando,” Robbie echoes. “No, I’m—” “Please, honey. We just want to make sure he’s okay.” “She wants to make sure I’m okay.” Robbie’s grinning like an idiot. “Do it do it do it.” “Do it,” Mom and Dad start chanting too.

