[Raymond knocks on Margie's front door and she answers] Raymond: Hello, my name is Raymond Bishop. This is my son, Harold. Say hello, Harold. Harold: I’m sorry. Margie: What’s going on?! Raymond: It seems your son was down in the woods giving out free tattoos and my son was one of his victims! Margie: I don’t understand! How do you know it was my son?! How did you get this address?! Raymond: I have my ways. Believe me, I have my ways. Margie: You a cop?! Raymond: No I’m a fireman. I work for a living. [Grabs Harold's right arm and holds it up] Look at this! You believe this?! See that there?! See that line?! I don’t know if you burn these off or what but we’re taking care of this and you’re paying for it, you understand me?! Margie: Scott! [To Raymond] I’m so sorry. There’s an aesthetic laser at the hospital where I work and it can completely remove it! I get a discount! I’m gonna pay for the whole thing! I don’t know what I’m saying! I feel terrible! Raymond: You should feel terrible! Look at that! Scott: What’s up? Oh fuck! Raymond: There he is! Get your ass over here! Scott: Hey, he said he was eighteen! Raymond: He looks like he’s four you fucking moron! Scott: He consented! Harold: He’s lying! Scott: Harold, come on! Raymond: Of course he’s lying! You can’t have consent! He’s nine years old! Harold: Dad, let’s go! You’re embarrassing me! Raymond: We’re not going anywhere! He’s just a little kid! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Scott: He was roaming around in the woods, he wanted a tattoo! Where were you?! Raymond: I was at fucking work! Scott: Fuck you! Raymond: If I was you I would shut your fucking mouth because I can call the cops right now and have your ass thrown in jail! Scott: For what?! Raymond: For sticking needles in a kid’s arm, you fucking dope! Did you even raise him? Did you even raise him?! Margie: There’s no reason to call the cops! I can handle this and I can also handle disciplining him! Raymond: Well clearly you can’t or you wouldn’t have a middle-aged son still living at home, tattooing minors against their will. Harold: I asked him to do it. Scott: That’s right. That’s my man. Raymond: Go wait in the car, Harold. And don’t raise your voice at me either. Scott: Later Harold. Raymond: Don’t say goodbye to my kid. [Harold crosses the street to the car] Raymond: Look both ways! Look both ways! Harold: I am! Raymond: Watch your mouth! Margie: [To Scott] Go to your room! Scott: For your information I am not middle-aged. I am a twenty-four year old man and I am going to my room because I fucking want to! [Scott leaves] Raymond: What kind of animal are you raising in this house? I’m bringing you the bill, I don’t care what it costs. I mean what the fuck is going on around here? Margie: Just give me a day to arrange the laser! Raymond: You know something?! Is his father home?! Where’s his dad?! I don’t want to fucking yell at you! Margie: He’s deceased. Raymond: Well I’m sorry for your loss. I’m sure if he was still around he would agree with the fact that you should still pay for it.

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