I don't know maybe we feel like we have to put on this brave face for Claud and Owen. But maybe that's stupid. Maybe we should talk about it. Maybe it would help.
[to Owen] Listen just to keep you up to date, and don't take this the wrong way, but I'm going crazy here. So unless I come up with some kind of nanny soon, I'm gonna have to sell you off to white slave traders. Now I know that's not how you pictured yourself growing up, but hey welcome to the club. Sleep well.
[to Charlie] We'll give up whatever we have to to get by and we'll let everyone think you're this great guy just trying to hold his family together, who's like a father to us, even if we know it's a lie.
Julia get down here now, family meeting. Me and Doug and a friend of his were gonna by into this co-op. We were gonna fix it up and sell it. The whole thing was gonna take a month tops. We would have doubled our money no questions asked. Except the guy took the money and split.
Hey, you know what? I am really sick of hearing that from you, Bailey. If you've got a problem with this agreement, fine. It doesn't have to be this way. You guys just won't be able to stay together. No one will be in charge, and they'll come in here and split you guys up. I'm responsible for this family and I'm gonna take that responsibility seriously.
Oh, give me a break, Charlie! You're the one who lost the money, not me! You wanna help us? We don't need your rules, okay? Why don't you go get a job?
You know you've always got something in the "wings", Charlie. I saw the jobs you circled in the paper. "Construction foreman", "master carpenter". You're not looking for a job, you're looking for a career. We need money now. If you wanna help us, go get a job. [to Claudia] It's late, Claud. You should probably get to bed.
Well you better figure it out, cause if you spend the next 3 days mooning over this babysitter and blow this paper, you get put on academic probation and get benched from the team, and we lose another game. Ten other guys are gonna come to your house and do a job on your face so no girl will find you attractive again, OK?
Listen I got this idea. It says here there's a new band at the Armory and they're supposed to be really hot and I get off from the bar early. You free?
No, it's kind of perfect. The truth is I kind of owe it all to you. If you hadn't bailed out on me a couple of weeks ago, George and I might have never hooked up.
It was totally cool when you're this close to having your skull crushed by a skinhead wearing a pair of Doc Martens. You know you're alive on the planet you know?