Somebodies awfully quiet back there...
I'm not gonna call him dad.
Brenan... You're 39 years old. I would not expect you to call him dad.
Well i'm not going to! EVER! EVEN IF THERE'S A FIRE!....
*pause*
Robert better not get in my face... 'cos i'll drop that mother fucker.
I just want you to know I hate you. So does my dad.
Well that's fine! 'Cos guess what?! I hate you too, and this house sucks ass!
Well the only reason you're living here, is because me and my dad decided that your mum was really hot, and maybe we should just both bang her, and we'll put up with the retard in the mean time.
Who's the retard?
You.
HEY YAH DON'T SAY THAT.
Shut up! Wake up my dad and get my grounded!
Shut up.
You and your mum are hill billys. This is a house of learning doctors.
You're not a doctor! You're a big fat curly headed FUCK!
Oh yeah?
Yeah!
I'm a curly headed fuck!?
Yeah... you better not go to sleep, 'cos as soon as your eyes shut i'm gonna punch you square in the face!
I hope you stay still when you sleep, 'cos i'm putting a rat trap between your legs!
I'm gonna take a pillow case, and fill it full of bars of soap and beat the shit out of you!
I want you out of my fucking house.
No way kimo-slavi, this is my house now.
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