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- It's a quick one.

I'll back this evening,

and don't you get any ideas.

- Mm-hmm.

- Are you gonna go see Ginny?

- Or Uncle Lou?!

- That, too, yes.

But no, I'm going to interview

for a teaching position

at the university there,

and that's what I was trying

to talk you girls about.

If you think I'm moving

to Buffalo,

- you're out of your mind.

- It's not just up to you, okay?

If I get a job there,

that's what we're gonna do.

I'm not going, I don't care

what you have to say.

- I'm excited.

- Shut up!

Alexis! We can't afford

to live here anymore.

I am tired of struggling.

I'm tired, do you understand?

- I can't do it.

- I don't care. I'm not going.

I'll stay in the apartment

by myself.

That's not an option, okay?

Because

I have to put the apartment

on the market.

Oh, f*** you!

It's not yours to sell.

Please don't talk to me

that way. I am trying.

You think I want to move

to Buffalo?!

Do you?

You think I wanna do it?

It's our house, not yours.

They left it to us.

Hey, don't worry, Dad.

I can get a job

at a piano bar or something

to make some extra scratch.

Who are you?

I'm the cure,

and you're the disease.

What is that, Terminator?

No.

Cobra.

Wow.

[CAR DOOR OPENS]

Hey, buddy.

[SIGHS] Good times.

- What's wrong?

- Looks like I'm moving back.

Don't sound too excited

about it.

It's not just me

I have to worry about.

Jimmy, you're talking

about kids, babe, okay?

Kids are kids are like

night animals, okay?

They just adjust.

They'll be fine.

You haven't spent enough time

with Alexis lately.

Wait a minute, this ain't

a democracy, cuz, okay?

What you say goes, period,

end of story.

Says the guy who has no kids.

Yeah, says me.

Let me tell you another thing.

Parents nowadays, they give

their kids too much freedom

to speak those little

f***ing minds, all right?

Was it like that

when we were kids? No.

No, it wasn't, but your father

whooped your ass every day.

Are you suggesting

that I smack Alexis around?

Yeah, I think you should beat

the sh*t out of your daughter.

No, you jerkoff, but you still

gotta be firm, okay?

With an iron fist, velvet glove.

Okay, can we not talk

about this?

- I'm stressed enough as it is.

- Let me tell you one more thing, okay?

That piece of sh*t shaped me

into the person I am today.

So like him or not

which I motherfucking don't,

okay, he taught me respect.

You know what?

You missed your calling.

You should've been

a child psychologist.

Well, compliments

of Uncle Lou for Gracie.

- You're welcome.

- What the hell?

- Copland? F***ing Copland?

- Yeah, so what'?

So what?

She's 12 years old?

Oh, please, Jimmy,

we didn't watch those movies

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