Frank: Junior. You coming, for ****'s sake?
June: Frank.
Frank: What? What is it now?
June: The boy.
Frank: What about him?
June: See, Frank, please don't be angry. It's just, he's not really...
Frank: "Not really," what?
Frank Jr.: Sorry, Dad.
Frank: The **** is that? You cannot go with me dressed like that.
Frank Jr.: See, I don't really think, you know, I'm into it.
June: He doesn't want to go, Frank.
Frank: Doesn't want to go? Where else you gonna go?
Frank Jr.: I was actually gonna go and meet some friends from the college. From the college, is it?
Frank: Right. Well, that's a blow and no mistake, no two ways about that.
Frank Jr.: Sorry, Dad.
Frank: Some way to treat your old man.
June: Please, Frank.
Frank: You shut the **** up! Hotel **** management.
Frank: You put him up to this.
Frank Jr.: Dad, it's not like that.
Frank: Shut the **** up! "Dad." Maybe I'm not your dad. I see it now.
June: No, Frank.
Frank Jr.: Dad, leave it.
Frank: "Leave it"? I don't want to **** leave it! What if I don't want to **** leave it? What you gonna do about that, eh? Tell you what...
[Walks up to Frank Jr.'s face as close as possible menacing him with Jr.'s stonefaced] Free pop.
June: No, Frank!
Frank: Shut it. Come on. Stick one on then, you ****. Take a **** swipe at me. Do it. Do it! No, you cannot **** do that. See, if you were my son, you'd have stabbed us there. I'd be lying, breathing my last through a hole in my chest. But you cannot **** do that.
June: Frank.
Frank: What? What is it now?
June: The boy.
Frank: What about him?
June: See, Frank, please don't be angry. It's just, he's not really...
Frank: "Not really," what?
Frank Jr.: Sorry, Dad.
Frank: The **** is that? You cannot go with me dressed like that.
Frank Jr.: See, I don't really think, you know, I'm into it.
June: He doesn't want to go, Frank.
Frank: Doesn't want to go? Where else you gonna go?
Frank Jr.: I was actually gonna go and meet some friends from the college. From the college, is it?
Frank: Right. Well, that's a blow and no mistake, no two ways about that.
Frank Jr.: Sorry, Dad.
Frank: Some way to treat your old man.
June: Please, Frank.
Frank: You shut the **** up! Hotel **** management.
Frank: You put him up to this.
Frank Jr.: Dad, it's not like that.
Frank: Shut the **** up! "Dad." Maybe I'm not your dad. I see it now.
June: No, Frank.
Frank Jr.: Dad, leave it.
Frank: "Leave it"? I don't want to **** leave it! What if I don't want to **** leave it? What you gonna do about that, eh? Tell you what...
[Walks up to Frank Jr.'s face as close as possible menacing him with Jr.'s stonefaced] Free pop.
June: No, Frank!
Frank: Shut it. Come on. Stick one on then, you ****. Take a **** swipe at me. Do it. Do it! No, you cannot **** do that. See, if you were my son, you'd have stabbed us there. I'd be lying, breathing my last through a hole in my chest. But you cannot **** do that.
Frank : Junior. You coming, for ****'s sake?
June : Frank.
Frank : What? What is it now?
June : The boy.
Frank : What about him?
June : See, Frank, please don't be angry. It's just, he's not really...
Frank : "Not really," what?
Frank Jr. : Sorry, Dad.
Frank : The **** is that? You cannot go with me dressed like that.
Frank Jr. : See, I don't really think, you know, I'm into it.
June : He doesn't want to go, Frank.
Frank : Doesn't want to go? Where else you gonna go?
Frank Jr. : I was actually gonna go and meet some friends from the college. From the college, is it?
Frank : Right. Well, that's a blow and no mistake, no two ways about that.
Frank Jr. : Sorry, Dad.
Frank : Some way to treat your old man.
June : Please, Frank.
Frank : You shut the **** up! Hotel **** management.
Frank : You put him up to this.
Frank Jr. : Dad, it's not like that.
Frank : Shut the **** up! "Dad." Maybe I'm not your dad. I see it now.
June : No, Frank.
Frank Jr. : Dad, leave it.
Frank : "Leave it"? I don't want to **** leave it! What if I don't want to **** leave it? What you gonna do about that, eh? Tell you what...
[ Walks up to Frank Jr.'s face as close as possible menacing him with Jr.'s stonefaced ] Free pop.
June : No, Frank!
Frank : Shut it. Come on. Stick one on then, you ****. Take a **** swipe at me. Do it. Do it! No, you cannot **** do that. See, if you were my son, you'd have stabbed us there. I'd be lying, breathing my last through a hole in my chest. But you cannot **** do that.
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