Son of a BITCH!

Arnold Stoner:

[to wife, off camera]
Sweetheart, I'll talk to him. [to Anthony, "Man", as he makes a fruit smoothie] Arnold Stoner:
Son, your mother and me would like for you to cozy up to the Finkelstein boy. He's a bright kid, and, uh... he's going to military school, and... remember, he was an Eagle Scout... Mrs. Tempest Stoner:
Arnold... Arnold Stoner:
[shouting as wife continues]
Will you shut up? We're not going to have a family brawl! Mrs. Tempest Stoner:
...and a retard! Arnold Stoner:
We've put up with a hell of a lot. [Anthony starts blender] Arnold Stoner:
Can this wait? Build your goddamn muscles, huh? You know, you could Build your muscles picking strawberries. You know, bend and scoop... like the Mexicans. [Anthony turns off blender and pours contents into tall glass] Arnold Stoner:
Shit, maybe I could get you a job with United Fruit! I got a buddy with United Fruit. Get you started. Start with strawberries, you might work your way up to these goddamn bananas! [Anthony drinks from glass as his father shouts] Arnold Stoner:
When, boy? When... are you going to get your act together? [Anthony turns to him and gives a loud belch] Mrs. Tempest Stoner:
[in disgust]
Gross! Arnold Stoner:
[rubs his forehead with his hand]
Oh, good God Almighty me. I think he's the Antichrist. [turns to his son] Arnold Stoner:
Anthony, I want to talk to you. Now, listen! [Anthony walks away and gives an obscene gesture behind his back] Arnold Stoner:
Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you! You get a goddamn job before sundown... Mrs. Tempest Stoner:
[pointing to Anthony as he walks away]
Is that some kind of peace sign? Arnold Stoner:
...or we're shipping you off to military school with that... goddamn Finkelstein... shit kid! [turns away in frustration] Arnold Stoner:
Son of a BITCH!