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Don't you know anything

about your father?

Yeah.

I do.

- I know what Mom says.

- What does Mom say?

She says you're a pathetic loser.

She says that affectionately.

What about you?

What do you think?

I don't really know you.

So...

You know, two years is a long time

in the life of a teenager.

- Where'd you learn to talk like that?

- My psychiatrist.

Psychiatrist.

You have a psychiatrist now?

I do. Mom thought it would be

a good idea. I was acting strange.

There's nothing strange

about you, all right?

You're 15 years old. You don't need

a f***ing psychiatrist.

Believe me, I know.

I know you better than anybody.

Yeah, you sure do, Dad.

How old did you say I was?

Did I say you were 15?

I meant you were 14.

Did I say 15?

You got money to pay

for these beers?

I don't... I... I'm a kid.

I don't have any money on me.

- What happened to your pocket money?

- I spent that on condoms.

I... What?

No, no, no, no, no.

Too much information.

- You ready?

- For what?

Ah!

That was fun, right?

Don't smile.

- It was fun, Dad.

- Yeah. You had a good time.

We haven't ran like that

since you were little. That was good.

- This your daddy?

- Hey.

- I'm glad you're here.

- Look away.

I was just going to the car...

- You OK?

- I'm fine.

I'm sorry. My bad.

Have a great day.

I could've taken that guy,

just didn't want to make a scene.

Do me a favor, all right? Don't tell

your mom I lost my job today.

Listen to me...

Thanks for a really

normal day, Dad.

What?

Sh*t.

Hello, everyone.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- How's work?

- Uh, fine.

You look hungry.

Her teachers are

really worried about her.

No girls like her at school.

She is distant, and basically,

the only people who want

to hang out with her

are older boys who want to f*** her.

Oh, really? And you find that

a big surprise

seeing how you let... you let

her walk out of the house

looking like... I... like...

Jodie Foster from Taxi Driver?

She dresses the way she wants to,

and besides, any daughter

who dresses like that

- only wants one thing.

- A pimp?

- No, Dan, think about it.

- A daddy.

That is f***ing bullshit.

She needs some guidance,

for f***'s sake.

Well, guide her! Guide her!

You waltz in here

like a f***ing clown,

you tell me how to raise my kid,

the kid that you pick up

once a month and decide

you have a f***ing conscience about.

You know what?

Thirty seconds after you're gone,

we'll have totally forgotten

you were ever here.

Thank you.

Sh*t.

F***.

I thought there was no hope.

I thought there were no answers,

and then I found God.

God may not always be

on our time,

but he's on time.

Whenever you're alone...

Sir?

Go.

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