[After hearing ZeppCo's message about Ernie's proposal with them...]
Betrayed by my own brother.
Betrayal? Don't talk to me about betrayal! You should have told me about that offer! Half that factory is mine!
And half is mi... And half is mine, including the half that you tried to sell!
Yeah, and it would have, if it hadn't been for that stinking bus!
Bus? You can't leave well enough alone, can you? You ruin everything!
Me? You blame me for this?
Well, look! [He points to the big hole caused from the bug bomb] You blew a hole in the floor!
Well, I distinctly remember somebody yelling, "Shoot, shoot!"
Yeah, yell, you've never listened to me before!
And you know why?
Why?
Because I have no respect for you! Spending your whole life in that stupid factory! It's tragic.
You think I didn't have other things I wanted to do with my life? You think I didn't have ambitions of my own?
Oh, come on, you love string.
I didn't love string.
Well, you could have fooled me. You and Pop were always huddled together running some piece of something through your fingers. It didn't matter what I did, I didn't even exist! I made him my special rack of lamb for is 70th birthday.
Yes, you remember! I slaved over that meal, making sure everything was perfect! Did he say, "Thanks, Ernie, it was delicious"? No. He only noticed the string I had tied it with. [He sighs] He was crazy. But I still wanted his approval. I didn't leave, Lars. I was cast out.
There you go again. Blaming everything else but yourself. You think you're a success. Huh? Well, you... [He points at Ernie] ...can't...cook!
I hate you!
And I hate you!
Not as much as I hate you!
Yeah?!
Yeah, double! Double! Oh, give me something! I'm gonna brain you!
Here it is!
Oh, yeah, give it to me! Go ahead!
[In the midst of an argument, Lars throws an orange at Ernie, but the orange hits the mouse instead. Ernie sees the unconscious mouse on the table in shock]
You killed him! [He laughs with joy as Lars walks over]
I didn't even know he was there!
Just think of all the trouble we could have saved ourselves if we just threw fruit at him in the first place!
Look! He's still breathing!
Well, kill him, kill him! Find a blunt object! There!
Let him have it. [Lars hesitates] What the hell are you waiting for?!
I can't just hit him with a shovel.
Why not?
Well, look at him, he's pathetic.
Pathetic? He's Hitler with a tail! This is The Omen with whiskers! Nostradamus didn't see this thing coming!
Well, Ernie, he's a living thing.
Not for long! Give me that! [He snatches the shovel from Lars and prepares to kill the mouse, but hesitates] I can't! [he hits himself in the head with the shovel and starts crying] Look at him just lying there! It just doesn't feel very sportsman-like.
[The mouse starts regaining consciousness]
We'd better do something quick! I think he's coming to!
