(After their parents had divorced and now live somewhere else, Dale and Brennan are now the only ones in the house, as they are continuing to whisper in bed)
Hey. Are you awake?
Yeah. I can't believe we have actually have to move out of this house.
I know. I feel bad.
Hey, you know, we don't have to whisper anymore. Mom and Dad aren't here.
Yeah, but can we keep doing it, though? It helps me pretend that they are.
You must feel just terrible. I mean, I know I feel bad.
Yeah.
But I can't imagine how you feel...after my dad looked right at you and said...it's all your fault that they broke up.
That's funny, because my mom said; "If that curly-headed **** Dale wasn't here, everything would be perfect."
No way. It's your fault.
(He and Brennan get up from their beds)
You know what your problem is? You live in a fantasy land, you refuse to get a job, and you don't even know what it's like to work for something!
You don't take responsibility for your actions! And that's why this is all your fault!
Well, you're a mama's boy who's too chicken to sing in public! (Brennan frustratingly walks out of the room) Yeah, that's right. Run away, little boy! You know it's true! Just avoid everything! (Later, he hears drumming sounds) What are you doing?!
MOTHER****ER!!
(Dale screams while he runs toward the room where Brennan is playing his drum set; with Brennan distracted, Dale thereupon grabs a cymbal and bashes Brennan in the head with it)
