Aw, fuck

Ned:

Hey, you know, I've been meaning to tell you. You're doing a really good thing here, Omar. Seriously. I mean you talk to us screw-ups, you give us a reason for getting out of bed in the morning. Omar:
Thanks, man. So you get out of bed in another three weeks, OK? Ned:
I'll do it. Omar:
I appreciate the compliment. It's rare that we get love from the clients. Ned:
Well, you're a good dude. And I just needed this appointment today, I'm having a tough go of it. I swear, I try and do good, but I just screw it up. Man, I screwed it up with my sisters, I'm back living with my mom. On top of it all, I broke down and smoked a joint with the kid that lives across the street from me. Omar:
OK, I didn't just hear that. Ned:
I said I broke down and smoked a joint with the kid that lives across the stre... Omar:
What are you doing? Hey! Ned, why are you telling me this? Ned:
I just need to unload, man. That's part of why I'm here, right? Omar:
I'm not your therapist, Ned. You don't tell your parole officer you got high. Now I have to report you or I could lose my job. Ned:
Seriously? Can you forget I said that? Omar:
No, Ned, I can't. Ned:
Aw, fuck