Joyce Palmieri/Rachel Myatt Crisp You know, kindergarten is like the ocean. You don't want to turn your back on it. Cullen Crisp, Sr. Kimble, you've wasted years chasing after me, and what has it got you? Huh? Nothing. I'll be out of here in a week, and you'll still be eating takeout food in that dump you live in. Yeah. I know all about you, Kimble. Without me, you wouldn't even have a life. My old lady left because of the money. Yours left because she just couldn't stand the sight of you. Cullen Crisp, Sr. The boy... is mine! HE'S MY BOY! You get your own goddamn family!