No its great, I mean, if a guy wants to fvck me just by looking at me, it means that I have a real shot at being a model.
Your father lost his job this morning.
I didn't lose my job...It's not like, oops where did my job go...I quit!
Will someone just pass me the fvcking asparagus?!?
And another thing: from now on, we're going to alternate our dinner music because, frankly - and I don't think I'm alone here on this one - I'm sick and tired of this Lawrence Welk sh!t.
Who's car is that out front?
Mine. 1970 Pontiac Firebird. The car I've always wanted, and now I have it. I rule!
This is a four thousand dollar sofa upholstered in Italian silk. It is not just a couch.
IT'S JUST A COUCH!
You ungrateful little brat! Just look at everything you have. When I was your age, we... lived in a duplex! We didn't even have our own house!
I see you're smoking pot now. I suppose you think smoking illegal psychotropic substances is a good example to set for our sixteen year-old daughter?!
You're one to talk, you bloodless, money-grubbing freak.
Where's your wife?
Uh, I dunno. Probably out fvcking that dorky, prince-of-real-estate guy.
Your wife is with another man and you don't care?
Nope. Our marriage is just for show. A commercial for how normal we are when we're anything but.
Spectacular.