Panic2000

Alex:
You shouldn't have done that with Sammy, dad.

Michael:
What are you talking about?

Alex:
Making him feel bad like that, about spilling the glue.

Michael:
[Dismissively] The kid's a retard.

Alex:
He's very smart.

Michael:
Right.

Alex:
He is!

Michael:
Okay. I'm sorry. I get aggravated. Tell Martha I'm sorry. Is she pissed at me?

Alex:
Yes.

Michael:
Did she make you come talk to me? Are you the messenger boy?

Alex:
No.

Michael:
You p*ssy-whipped, son? I think you're p*ssy-whipped. Don't feel bad about it. We're all f***in' p*ssy-whipped. Women run the world. Don't let anyone tell you different. Women, not men. F*** them.

Michael:
[sighs] Sneaky, the way they do it. That's what they're good at: being f***ing sneaky. Who decides what you're gonna' eat tonight? Who decides how much booze you should drink? Who decides what movie you're gonna' go see? Follow my drift, Alex? Women are vipers.