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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?
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
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?
- A daddy.
That is f***ing bullshit.
She needs some guidance,
for f***'s sake.
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 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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