Hey, kid! I want you to spill your guts, tell us everything! Everything? *Everything*....

[the Fratellis are interrogating Chunk] Francis Fratelli: [grabs Chunk by the throat] Hey, kid! I want you to spill your guts, tell us everything! Chunk: Everything? Francis Fratelli: *Everything*. Chunk: [sobbing] Everything. OK, I'll talk! In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max's toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog... when my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I got nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out! [much later] Chunk: ...but the worst thing I ever done: I mixed up all this fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa - and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. And I never felt so bad in my entire life! Jake Fratelli: [amused] I'm beginning to like this kid, Ma! Mama Fratelli: [tired of Chunk's stalling] Hit puree!

BRAND: It's Brand, Ma. (SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY) What? I wonder if she'll notice. That's what I said! Of course. She notices everything. Pants and shirts are in the second. Just throw them all into boxes. Forget the suitcases. Can you translate that? -Certainly, Mrs. Walsh. -That's wonderful. (IN SPANISH) CHUNK: Look. How's that? You idiot! You glued it on upside down! If God meant it that way, you'd be pissing in your faces. Looks fine to me. Rosalita, this is the attic. Mr. Walsh doesn't like anyone up here. That's why it's always open. (IN SPANISH) (GASPS) This is my supply closet. You'll find brooms, dustpans, insect spray. I'd like the house clean when they tear it down. Clark, can you translate? Okay, Rosie? You're gonna be very happy here. Come on, Clark, we've got more to do. You're so fluent in languages. (IN SPANISH) You're so fluent in Spanish. That was so nice of you. "Nice" is my middle name. MRS. WALSH: I'm taking Rosalita to the supermarket. I'll be back in about an hour. Mikey, stay inside. Brand, if he has asthma, I don't want him in the rain. He should be in a plastic bubble. I'm serious. That's not funny. He takes one step outside, and you are in absolutely the deepest-- Shit, Ma. I don't like that language, but that's what you'll be in. -And you, Data-- -"Data." -Use the back door from now on. -All right. What is that? Oh, shit. What? What is that? That is a mess. I want it cleaned up, boys. -Oh, yeah. Sure! -You got it. One hour and I'll be back. Bye, baby. Rosie? -Bye, Mrs. Walsh. -Bye. (MOUTH SPEAKS IN SPANISH) (ROSALITA SPEAKS IN SPANISH) You want a breathing problem? You got one. What'll happen to the stuff in the attic? My dad's giving it back to the museum... ...or the new assistant curly-- "Curney"-- -Curator. -Wait, guys. Maybe there's stuff up there for us that we can keep from the oldsiders. -Maybe there's some rich stuff! -No. No. (ALL CHATTERING) No! It's my dad's responsibility, you guys. The museum's probably got a list. Listen to me! That's his stuff!