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-I thought last year was great!

-We took the lnterstate!

-I was talking about Christmas dinner.

And what's wrong with my

family's Christmas dinners?

Your family.

Your mother always felt you deserved

more than a used car salesman.

Now that salesman has become

a respected sales manager.

So, I'm sorry, baby,

but screw your mother!

-Anything else?

-Your damn brother is a freak too!

He jerks off to gun magazines!

That is disgusting! That is

disgusting and that is not fair!

-Mikey has had a lot of hard times!

-Poor little Mikey! Poor Mikey!

Wht do I have to suffer every time

I talk to the son of a b*tch?

-You are just so sensitive!

-I know it's Christmas, Laura.

I know it's the season of giving,

but I don't give a sh*t right now!

I just wanna get

off this goddamn road!

-Jesus! Mother of..! F***!

-Oh, Frank!

It's okay, honey.

We just had a blow-out.

-Okay.

-I'm pregnant.

Marion!

Jesus Christ!

I smoke pot.

I'm gonna go change the tire.

You handle that wrench

like a whore handles a baby.

-F***ing do it yourself, man.

-You watch your mouth, goddamn it.

-All right.

-You want some help?

How is Marion doing?

She's pregnant.

-How are you?

-Frankly, it's been much for one night.

I'll say.

-Where did Richard go?

-He's probably off smoking a joint.

That is not funny!

Our son is doing drugs!

Please, Laura.

-Can't you see this is a cry for help?

-Christ! It's just a joint, all right?

-Not worse than those pills you take.

-My pills are legal!

Pregnant.

Man, I hope it's a boy.

What's up, little critter?

I'm your Uncle Dick.

That means you'd better

show me some respect, huh?

Or I will f*** you up.

Okay.

Are you okay, honey-bunny?

-Don't you ever call me that again.

-Okay.

-Okay, that's fine.

-That's what Brad called me.

Uncle Dick. Right on.

F***!

I love you.

Jesus!

Okay. I'm done. Let's go.

Richard, we're going!

-It's the car!

-Oh, my God...

Open the door!

-Open the door! Open the door!

-Laura! Laura!

Let's go back and get the car!

Dad! Dad!

Richard! Richard!

Come here!

Laura, get in the car now!

-Frank...

-Get in, we'll get him!

-Faster!

-lt doesn't go any faster, Laura!

-Where is he?

-I don't know. I can't see him.

The son of a b*tch

shut off his lights!

-They are gonna kill him.

-No!

-They are gonna kill him!

-No, they won't!

-Yes, they are!

-Calm down, mom!

He'll be all right!

I'll get him!

-lt was Richard!

-Shut up! Damn it!

It was Richard!

Stop the car! Stop the car!

Please...

My baby!

Please...

What did they do to you?

-Mom...

-Come on.

Come on, baby. You can wake up.

Come one, baby.

Laura...

-Laura...

-What? What?

-Mom, he is...

-No! No, no...

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