Oh, shit. They're home. Quick. Let's go up to my room.
I should say hi to your dad. I don't want to be rude.
Nice suit. You're looking good, Mr. Burnham.
Last time I saw you, you looked kind of wound up.
Ooh, is that root beer?
I love root beer, don't you?
-Hi, Mom. -Hi. -Remember Angela? -Yes, of course.
I forgot to tell you. She's going to spend the night.
-Sorry about my dad. -Don't be. I think it's funny.
Yeah, to you he's just another guy who wants to jump your bones.
But to me, he's just... too embarrassing to live.
Well, your mom's the one who's embarrassing. What a phony.
-But your dad's actually kind of cute. -Shut up.
-He is. If he just worked out a little, he'd be hot. -Shut up!
Come on. Like you've never sneaked a peek at him in his underwear?
-I bet he's got a big dick. -You are so grossing me out right now.
If he built up his chest and arms, I would totally fuck him.
I would suck your dad's big fat dick, and then I'd fuck him until his eyes rolled back in his head.
What was that noise?
-I swear I heard something. -Yeah.
-That was the sound of you being a huge, disgusting pig. -No, I'm serious.
See?
-Oh, my God. Jane. -What is it?
It's that psycho next door.
Jane, what if he worships you?
What if he's got a shrine with pictures of you surrounded by dead people's heads and stuff?
-Shit. I bet he's filming us right now. -Really?