Screw you!

[Steven tries to bury Charlie in the backyard when the neighbor dog Spike barks at him through the fence] Steven:
Spike! Spike! Get your ass in here. Are you finished crapping or what? Mr. Kreeg:
[Steven hides in the hole when another child in the hole kicks and grunts] Mr. Kreeg:
Who the hell is that? [Steven kicks the kid to shut up] Steven:
I've got an NRA membership in my pocket and a shotgun over the fireplace, so get outta here before I... Mr. Kreeg:
It's me, Mr. Kreeg. Steven, Steven Wilkins. Steven:
What in God's name are you doing down there, Wilkins? Hiding Bodies? [Steven kicks the kid again as he grunts from the bag] Mr. Kreeg:
What did you say? Steven:
Nothing, its... Uh, septic tank is acting up. Mr. Kreeg:
Is that what that smell is? Steven:
I'm afraid so. Mr. Kreeg:
Then fix it. It stinks like a dead whore out here. Steven:
I'm... [kicks the kid] Steven:
...Trying. [kicks the kid again] Mr. Kreeg:
And keep your kid out of my yard. Goddamn freak. [Mr. Kreeg heads back to his house] Steven:
Happy Halloween. Mr. Kreeg:
Screw you! [Mr. Kreeg slams his back door]