Are you okay?!
(laughing like a madman) Okay? Am I okay?! YOU SHOOT ONE THING THIS WHOLE TRIP- COUNT 'EM, ONE THING- AND IT'S TWO OF MY LAST BOTTLES OF LIQUOR?!
Sorry, dad! It was an accident!
THERE ARE NO ACCIDENTS!!!!! You have done nothing but whine and complain like a little lady in a flowery, sissy skirt and attractive high heels about my drinking since we got here!
It's because you become a bad person when you drink!!!
Oh, I do, do I? Well, we'll see about that! (He tries to take off his belt to spank Orel but can't; he is that drunk off his ass. His pants fall down, and eventually he collapses onto a makeshift liquor storage tent he had set up. He still tries to pull them back up, but can only flop around waving his legs pathetically. Orel tries to help) Get away from me! I'll do it myself! (After failing to put his pants up again, he curls into a ball and weeps in a fit of despair. Finally, he stops and manages to pull his pants up.) Okay... It's time you became a man! Where's my rifle?
I-I-I don't think...
There it is! (grabs his rifle and starts aiming it around)
(trembling) Dad! W-Watch out!
Please, Orel. I know exactly what I'm doing.
Yeah, but you might shoot it off by mistake!
There aren't any mistakes either. No mistakes, no accidents, no flub-ups, no boners...
But—
DON'T "BUT" ME! (pulls the trigger, shooting Orel in the leg)
