Well, son, I think you’ve learned something here: Never tell anyone anything you don’t want repeated.
(this is actually good advice!)
You got this, Mitchell. Just think of it as one more time when your dad helped you out with all this gay business.
Good ol’ Mr. Wilson.
“Hi-de-ho, neighbor!”
“Hey, Wilson.”
Hi-diddly-ho, neighbor!
Wont you be my neighbor?
There’s a family down the street, the Huddles!
The McCoys live right next door.
Let’s ride with the folks just down the street
Courtesy of Fred’s two feet
Thanks for the ride.
What if we were to get in a car with a crazy person?
Is that all I am to you? A four-wheeled friend?
This is the only car that will play “O Promise Me” in second gear.
They say no one’s ever beaten the Van Wyck, but gentlemen, I tell you this - I came as close as anyone ever has. And if it hadn’t been for that five-car pile-up on Rockaway Boulevard, that numbskull would be on a plane for Seattle right now instead of looking for a parking space downstairs.
Why don’t you question the other people at the gate, huh? Did you see that old lady with the cane? What if she has a ceramic knife in there that can go through the metal detector? And yet you waste your time harassing a little kid.
War isn’t Hell. War is war, and Hell is Hell. And of the two, war is a lot worse.
“Should it ever happen again, I will report you to your superior officer, and then to his superior officer… all the way up until it comes back to me.”
"If I have my way, you’ll all be court-martialed — and since I’m the man who makes those decisions, I always get my way.*
-“BB”-
In a moment, the results of that trial.
You are not the father.
I’m your mommy.