Cellphone: RIIII-IING! RIIIIII-IIING!
Long-haired guy smeared with yellow paint: Yo.
Long-haired guy smeared with yellow paint’s mom: Hello… Hello? Hello, Harold? Is that you?
Long-haired guy smeared with yellow paint: Jesus Christ, mom… not now! I’m out with the guys!
Token black guy with dinner-plate belt-buckle: …WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT!
Long-haired guy smeared with yellow paint’s mom: Harold! As long as I pay for that phone you’re speaking into and the roof that’s over your head you’re going to be home before eleven thirty p.m., do I make myself CLEAR!
Benecklaced white-faced Eastern mystic: BLLEEEARGH!
Long-haired guy smeared with yellow paint: You know what, mom? Fuck you, mom! My crew is gonna take it to the top…
Token black guy with dinner-plate belt-buckle: WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT… ANYMORE!
Long-haired guy smeared with yellow paint: …and I don’t need you or dad coming down on my scene, you FUCKING DINOSAURS!
Benecklaced white-faced Eastern mystic: BLOOOOARRGH!
Goth guy wearing your mom’s dress: (s-s-suck) That’s. Art.
