No Way Jose Page #5

1970s were a difficult

era for a young man

and his mother.

I think that if

you were to think about

Generation X it would be

less about the letter X

and more about

it maybe being E-X...

Children from, broken...

I'm saying

that maybe it's

not that big of a deal?

That's what you're going with?

You're a registered sex offender,

but it's no big deal.

Given my options,

I guess that's what I'm going with.

Listen, it's not, you know...

I'm Tier 2.

I don't know if you're familiar with the...

No.

Okay.

Well, it's not so bad.

Really, it's not great...

It's not optimal, okay?

But in three years,

I can unregister.

Good!

Come on! It's not

like I was some old man

luring kids into

my underground dungeon.

You're a children's

musician, Jose!

Jesus, why didn't you at least

stop me from doing that?

I've tried!

I've been super

passive-aggressive about it!

But

you kept making T-shirts!

"Tsipar..."

Tupac Chopra? I have no...

F***ed up neighbors, man.

Glendale, I don't understand.

You always had this, didn't you?

This

secret was like a ripcord.

You didn't want any of this.

You finally have a good out.

Take it.

You're breakin' my heart

You're tearin' it apart

So f*** you

You won't boogaloo

Run down to Tramps

Have a dance or two, ooh!

You're breakin' my heart

You're tearin' it apart

...but f*** you

One is the loneliest number

One is the loneliest

One is the loneliest number

That you'll ever do

Then

Then you drifted away

When I awoke I found out

I'd been dreaming

Some of my bed clothes

were still on the floor

I looked around

Realized you were leaving...

How good Dusty was for him

and how he provided her with

a kind of creative caliber.

Yeah, that's what you said,

but you obviously went into

some sort of alpha state

when I responded with the

occasional skepticism.

Really, Gabe, an alpha state?

Honey, don't call me Gabe.

Why?

That's your name, Gabe.

Yeah, but you know what,

I think sometimes you just...

Guys, guys, guys,

Violet, knife! Guys!

Jesus, Violet.

Violet, get away from your brother.

You're gonna stab him.

Violet!

Time-out box.

There's a time-out box?

What, like a hockey player?

Way to keep

an eye on them, babe.

Right,

I'm a terrible father and

you're mother of the year.

I didn't say that.

I just...

No, I mean...

No, you didn't say it.

Maybe you could put your

guitar away for two seconds

when your child is attacking...

And one's standing

in the kitchen.

I guess I just

feel that since...

My God, are you okay?

I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay.

I just needed your attention back.

And should I ever actually be choking,

I'm going to do this.

So there's no confusion.

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