I'm gettin' real tired of this, you know? You keep sayin' its my fault. Well, all I'm sayin' is it ain't my fault if our window was shattered by a bunch of sober accountants on a weekday. What can I do 'bout that now? They gotta have some law against stuff like that, they gotta. And don't you look at me like that. Eat your dinner and go back into your shell, you hear me? I won't be having any of that insolent mutiny stuff here. Lemme get back to my new york times crossword and my room temperature coffee now.
Well, what're ya lookin at now, ya little runt? You gotta be told special, yeah? Its not like it used to be, is it, with your mom not here for you to whimper behind? You better get used to it, 'cause this is how its gonna be from here to the end of the road. Now, leave me alone, lemme see what the president's sayin' about people driving on the left side of the road. My coffee's cold now, 'cause of you blasted kids.