Mo-om!
What?
He's painting our roses again!
Dylan It's art.
You can't call it art unless you have talent. That's just tagging.
Dylan Mom gets married, we get drafted.
Hey! What's that badge for? It's pretty cool.
Animal skinning. [polishes his knife]
Mom! [Jimi and Michael make faces at each other]
Done!
Dylan You have an illness. [Dylan spray paints the walls]
Whoa, what are you doing?
Dylan It's called decorating.
No, that's called vandalism. Whatever.
No way. [Mick walks in with Fiona, and a cellphone ringing is heard]
Hey, where's my cellphone?
She's just a pig!
Not the pig. You!
Uh-oh. [Christina angrily chases Mick] Mom, the cheerleader's after me!
Nice towel, Christina.
Dylan Yeah, cute boxers, William.
You guys are so dead.
A least we'll be clean.
Can I get the two of you guys closer together?
Naoko, What are you doing?
Webcasting. [Kids laughing, Christina angrily screams inside the house.]
Dylan Say cheese.
Come on, guys. [gets kids inside the House.]
