[the King, completely drunk and furious, catches Mike and Bobby watching TV late at night]

Hey! What are ya doin' up? Go to bed! Go to bed! [to Bobby] Not you!

Yeah, but...

[cuts Mike off]

Bobby, come here! Mikey, you go to bed. Bobby, you come here!

But I wanna stay...

[cuts him off again]

GO TO BED! Come here, Bobby. Come HERE! Come here.

[the King grabs and pulls Bobby towards him; Shane, the family dog, growls whilst Mikey cries]

What did I tell ya? What did I tell ya? Why don't you listen to me? Why don't you ever listen to what I TELL YOU TO DO? GET TO BED, YOU LITTLE SON-OF-A-BITCH!

[a few minutes later, Bobby, in tears, walks into the room] [to Mike]

We can't stay up so late anymore.