Time passes. Jack and Babette continue to check in with one another. The family indulges an epic fried chicken binge, sitting in the car and silently gorging in the parking lot.
The Gladneys’ eating patterns display a certain solitude. This parking lot fried chicken binge is a markedly 20th century meal, one completely removed from the communal aspect of the traditional dinner table, where everybody faces each other and converses. In this moment—and every Friday when they watch TV over dinner—eating becomes nothing more than a non-communicative feeding frenzy, producing a solitude not unlike the loneliness Jack feels after the family has spent the day furiously shopping at the mall.