Come in here Danny. Seth... Hey man you going to Cam's party tonight? Is Davina's ass...

Seth: Come in here Danny. Danny Vinyard: Seth... Hey man you going to Cam's party tonight? Seth: Is Davina's ass water tight? Danny Vinyard: You're fuckin sick man. Seth: Alright, relax let me ask you a few questions. Danny Vinyard: I'm not in the mood I got a lot of homework to do. Seth: Tell me some of the shit you've learned fuckass before I pistol whip you! Danny Vinyard: Ok, I believe in death, destruction, chaos, filth, and greed! Seth: Cut the shit Danny come on. Tell me what I wanna hear asshole. Danny Vinyard: You mean that shit about your mother man? Seth: You wanna get fucking beaten Danny? [Davina starts to laugh] Seth: I'm not fucking talking to you Davina why don't you shut up? Seth: Who do you hate Danny? Danny Vinyard: I hate anyone that is a white Protestant. Seth: Why? Danny Vinyard: There a burden to the advancement of the white race. Some of them are alright I guess... Seth: None of them are fucking alright Danny ok? They're all a bunch of fuckin' freeloaders. Remember what Cam said we don't know em we don't wanna know em They're the fucking enemy. Now what don't you like about them and say it with some fucking conviction! Danny Vinyard: I hate the fact that's cool to be black these days. Seth: Good. Danny Vinyard: I hate this hip-pop fuckin' influence on white-fuckin'suburbia. Seth: Good. Danny Vinyard: And I hate Tabitha Soren and all there Zionist MTV fucking pigs telling us we should get along. Save the retorical bullshit Hilary Rodham Clinton cuz it ain't gonna fuckin' work. Seth: That's some of the best shit I've heard come out of your mouth. Davina Vinyard: No Danny I feel sorry for you. You don't really believe any of that shit do you? Seth: Shutup Davina! Davina Vinyard: No you shut the fuck up! Get out of the fuckin' house now you piece of shit please go!

Come in here, Danny. Seth. Hey, man, you going to Cam's party tonight? Is Davina's ass watertight? You're fucking sick, man. All right, relax. Let me ask you a few questions. I'm not in the mood. I got homework to do. Tell me some of the shit you've learned, fuck-ass, before I pistol-whip you. Okay. I believe in death, destruction, chaos, filth and greed. Cut the shit, Dan. Come on. Tell me what I wanna hear, asshole. - You mean that shit about your mother? - You wanna get fucking beaten, Danny? I'm not fucking talking to you, Davina. Why don't you shut up? Look, you got to let me do this my own way, all right? I'll take care of it. Who do you hate, Danny? I hate anyone that isn't white Protestant. Why? They're a burden to the advancement of the white race. - Some of them are all right, I guess. - None of them are fucking all right, Danny. They're all fucking freeloaders. Remember what Cam said? "We don't know them. We don't wanna know them. They're the fucking enemy." What don't you like about them? And say it with some fucking conviction. I hate the fact that it's cool to be black these days. - Good. - I hate this hip-hop... ...fucking influence on white fucking suburbia. - Good. - And I hate Tabitha Soren... ...and all her Zionist MTV fucking pigs... ...telling us we should get along. Save the rhetorical bullshit, Hillary Rodham Clinton... ...because it ain't gonna fucking happen. That's the best shit I've heard come out of your mouth. Danny, no. I feel sorry for you, Danny. I know you don't believe that. - Shut up, Davina! - No, you shut the fuck up! Get out of the house, you piece of shit! Please go. Is that any way to talk to a guest? A friend of the family? - Derek hates you and you don't realize it. - Hey, how do you know who I hate? Fucking A. Back from the dead. God bless Jesus Christ, man. I think you lost weight, man. I can get my arms almost all the way around you. Fifty fucking pounds, man. Jesus, look at this hair. Holy shit. - Yeah, I told him it's gotta go. - It's good to have you back. Grab your jacket, let's get the fuck out of here. All right. I wanna talk to him one second. Look... Hey, uh, listen... ...did you pull some shit in school today? - No, just the usual. - I'm telling you, man, this kid is awesome. - Did you turn in a paper on Mein Kampf? - Yeah. - Awesome. - You should've— - Sweeney probably shit his pants. - He did, man. Did Cameron put you up to that? Did he tell you to do that? No, man, I thought it would be cool. How'd you know, though? - How'd you know? - Doesn't matter how. This kid is smart as hell. Was that Sweeney on the phone? Yeah, Sweeney called. What are you talking to Sweeney for? - Relax. Listen. - He's got to get a fucking life. - He pisses me off. - Sweeney's a good teacher, all right? Sweeney is a nigger on a power trip, Vinyard. That's what he was like when we were there. - And it'll never change. Fuck that nigger! - Hey, Seth. - Seth, go away. Go away. - What? Are you kidding? Go wait in Danny's room. I wanna talk to my brother. I'm glad to see you. - I'll be there in one minute. - Hurry up. I'm starving. Come here. Seriously, look... Forget this yahoo. He kills bugs for a living. You don't wanna be like that. I'm serious. It's not funny. Sweeney is a good teacher. You can learn from him. So don't fuck it up with small-fry shit like that. You got to be smarter than that. You gotta see the bullshit paper he's making me write. I know about it. He told me about it. I don't care. Do it. You do anything he tells you to do. I mean it. I don't want you in trouble in school, trying to impress me... ...taking this shit in there, all right? Do you understand what I'm saying? I guess, but I was doing it because I thought you'd be happy. Well, I'm not. Shit. Listen to that. Yeah, I know. It's been getting worse. All right, don't worry about it. I'll talk to you about this later. - Okay. - Later. She's coughing her lungs out and you're blowing this shit in her face all day. - Put it out. - I'm putting it out. All right. Come on. Hey. Come on, I wanna talk to you. Mommy, are you okay? What are you doing? Put that out. I'm yelling at him for blowing smoke and you're here sucking on it. Nice thing to come home to, huh? Yeah. You all right? You all right? Look... ...you gotta take it easy. You gotta get some rest. I want you to take Danny's and my room and we'll hit the couch.