Tori
Erica, he said he's sorry. It was an accident. They're just kids.
Did you see my daughter's hand? He's a goddamn animal is what he is.
Kyle
Okay, can we just calm down here Erica, please?
I want him in handcuffs and I want him gone.
We are taking action. He's going to be suspended for two days.
Suspended? Do your job. Arrest him!
I'm sorry, ma'am. That's not your call.
Tori Breyer
After the suspension, he will be in regular sessions with our school guidance counselor, Miss Merilee.
His aunt. OH JESUS **** CHRIST!
Right, now she's the only counselor...
You know what, her son was inside my daughter's bedroom last Saturday.
Kyle
He wasn't.
He's a pervert.
Kyle Breyer
He was camping with us.
He's sick!
Kyle
He was 30 miles from your house, okay Erica.
Do you even know who his real mother is?
Tori
I'm his real mother!
I meant whatever inbred psycho gave birth to him.
Kyle
Hey!
Tori
I know exactly what you meant. You're trash-talking a 12-year-old child lest you sleep better at night, Erica. Maybe you're the one who needs help.
Tori Breyer
Sorry about your daughter.
Tori Breyer
Get up. Let's go.
[the family leaves with Brandon and Erica menacingly glaring at each other]
