Hey. Are you awake? Yeah. I can't believe we actually have to move out of this house. I...

Dale Doback: Hey. Are you awake? Brennan Huff: Yeah. Dale Doback: I can't believe we actually have to move out of this house. Brennan Huff: I know. I feel bad. Dale Doback: Hey, you know, we don't have to whisper anymore. Mom and Dad aren't here. Brennan Huff: Yeah, but can we keep doing it, though? It helps me pretend that they are. Dale Doback: You must feel just terrible. I mean, I know I feel bad. Brennan Huff: Yeah. Dale Doback: But I can't imagine how you feel after my dad looked right at you and said it's all your fault that they broke up. Brennan Huff: That's funny, because my mom said: "If that curly-headed fuck Dale wasn't here everything would be perfect." Dale Doback: You take that back. Brennan Huff: No way. It's your fault. Dale Doback: You know what your problem is? You live in a fantasy land. You refuse to get a joband you don't know what it's like to work for something. Brennan Huff: You don't take responsibility for your actions. This is all your fault! Dale Doback: Well, you're a mama's boy who's too chicken to sing in public! Dale Doback: [Brennan leaves the bedroom angrily] Yeah, that's right. Run away, little boy, because you know it's true. Just avoid everything. What are you doing? [Brennen is heard in the next room banging on the drums and chanting] Brennan Huff: Dale broke up Mom and Dad Dale Doback: Motherfucker! [Dale rushes into his office] Brennan Huff: Dale broke up Mom and Dad Dale broke up Mom and Dad [Dale picks up a cymbal and hits Brennan over the head with it. Brennan falls] Dale Doback: Brennan! Get up, Brennan, I know you're faking. Get up! Get up! Brennan?

I can't believe we actually have to move out of this house. I know. I feel bad. You know, we don't have to whisper anymore. Mom and Dad aren't here. Yeah, but can we keep doing it, though? It helps me pretend that they are. You must feel just terrible. - I mean, I know I feel bad. - Yeah. But I can't imagine how you feel... ...after my dad looked right at you and said... ...it's all your fault that they broke up. That's funny, because my mom said: "If that curly-headed fuck Dale wasn't here... ...everything would be perfect." - You take that back. - No way. It's your fault. You know what your problem is? You live in a fantasy land. You refuse to get a job... ...and you don't know what it's like to work for something. You don't take responsibility for your actions. This is all your fault! You're a mama's boy who's too chicken to sing in public! Yeah, that's right. Run away, little boy, you know it's true. Just avoid everything. What are you doing? - Dale broke up Mom and Dad - Motherfucker! Dale broke up Mom and Dad Dale broke up Mom and Dad - Dale broke up Mom and... - Brennan! Get up, Brennan, I know you're faking. Get up! Get up! Brennan? It's just like Cold Case Files. It's just like Cold Case Files. It's just like Cold Case Files. People die every day. Give him a proper burial in an unmarked grave... - Brennan! You're alive! Oh, my God. - I know. I'm alive. - You were dead. I saw you die! - I was faking. I used ninja focus to slow my heart rate down. - What are you doing? - I'm burying you. - I'm alive. Brennan, I'm alive. - You're waking the neighbors! - Shut up! - No. No. - Now I'm gonna play your drum set. - Help me. Close your eyes. Let the dirt shower over you. This is your fault. Oh, I'm exhausted. I'm gonna sleep good tonight. - Don't you touch my drums! - Zombie! Zombie! Zombie! Get off me, zombie. Get off. I'm late for school. I will kiss you right on the mouth, Kenny Rogers.