Now you tellin' me I carry your ass for nine months and I'm gettin' a voicemail? You know, you know what I'm callin' for. You know I'm tryin' to borrow that hunnid for bingo, and I get your voicemail? I wiped your stinky ass, fed you for all these years, and I'm gettin' a voicemail for a hunnid dollars? Mm-mm-mm.

I don't know if you fell and bumped your head, but I remember I told you that you needed to be in this house before the streetlights came on. And, uh, I just looked and the streetlights are on, but you are not home. Uh, I think now that you've been hanging out with this group of friends, you think you are oh-so-Billy-Badass and you've grown. Yeah, well, I'm gonna show you've grown. Have fun sleeping outside tonight. The door's locked.