Glass Concrete - 10 Years Ago
Polly: All right, punks. The name of the game is Fuck, Marry, Kill. One option one - Celebrity name. Victor, who would you fuck?
Victor: Hmmm… The chicks from Drama on TV!
Devin: There are three of them!
Victor: You said one name, not one person.
Polly: You’re such a dog, Vic! OK, Devin, who would you marry?
Devin: There is only one person on this entire planet I would marry and cherish to my last breath – Matthew Hamming! *swoon*
Polly: Oh, you and your stupid macho Hamming, You’re so predictable…
Devin: Oh, am I? Why don’t you surprise us, Popo? Who would you kill?
Polly: First, I will kill Lola Belle and take her place as the most successful music producer ever known.
Polly: Second, I will marry her boy-toy Kai Leiko to throw dust in people’s eyes.
Polly: And third, I’ll fuck that personal trainer Moxie Logan 24/7. How’s that?
Devin: OMG! You’re a total freak!
Victor: And you call me a DOG! Damn it, Popo!
Polly: I may be a freak, but you two are pricks. Ha!
Victor: Be quiet, you fools, or somebody will call the fucking pigs.
Policeman: Good evening, young folks. May I ask you what are you doing out so late after your curfew hour?
Victor: Agh… group studying for a… math test.
Nicolette: *Promise you won’t shout at him. Just promise, honey.*
Patrick: *I won’t. Stop nagging. Jesus!*
Nicolette: Hi, Vic. Where have you been, sweetie? You’ve got us really worried.
Victor: I must have lost track of time. Sorry, guys!
Patrick: You’ve lost track of time??? Or more like you’ve lost your God damned mind! It’s after midnight, you piece of shit! You have school tomorrow! We have to go to work in a few hours!
Patrick: CHILL OUT?!? MAN?!? Have you been smoking marijuana again?!? We already have a drunk in the house so now we are getting a junkie?!?
Patrick: I WILL RIP YOUR HEAD APART! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!?
Nicolette: Honey, he understood! Honey, you are really tired and riled up! Please go to bed. I’ll take it from here, OK baby? Victor, let’s get you something to eat.
Victor: OMG! I was late with a couple of hours. What’s his fricking problem?
Nicolette: He just got really worried, Victor, you know him. Listen, sweetie, it’s really late and we are all tired and jumpy, so I’m not planning to chew on you. I know you are a bright young man and I’m sure you have your priorities straight and there is no harm having a little bit fun from time to time. Just know your healthy limit, because of the consequences of overdoing with such substances… just don’t worth it. I should have put my “Trust me, I’m a doctor” t-shirt for that speech, right?
Victor: You don’t have such a t-shirt, Nicky.
Nicolette: It’s a joke, baby… Never mind. Finish your plate and go straight to bed. I’m going to deal with your brother now. Sleep well. Love you.
Victor: Good night, Nick.
Patrick: I’ll kill him next time, I swear to God!
Nicolette: Stop being so harsh with him. He is just a teenager. And he still may hurts. Just come here already, will you?
Patrick: It’s been five years already. Do you want him to turn into father? He should man up like I did. Why are you untying your nightgown? Oh…
Victor: *whispers* Good night, Patrick.
Victor: *whispers* Good night, dad.
Victor: *whispers* Good night, mom.
