Raymond: I knew I smelled you. The fuck, Scott? Scott: What? Raymond: Huh? What, are you spying on me now? You Magnum, P.I.? Scott: What?! Raymond: Telling your mom that I'm homeless? You think it's funny to tell her that I'm a loser?! Scott: What are you talking... No. What?! Raymond: What do you mean, what am I talking about?! You've been speak... You talking to my ex-wife?! Scott: Uh, yeah. She's actually a really nice person. Raymond: Oh, is she?! Why don't you marry her?! Scott: Yeah. Raymond: Why don't you marry her and see what the fuck happens?! Scott: Hey, I'm just trying to protect my mom from you, okay?! You're a fucking psychopath! Raymond: Oh, I'm a psychopath?! Scott: Yeah. Raymond: I've been nothing but nice to you! I tried giving you direction. You're too busy smoking your fucking weed. And all you've been doing is trying to destroy everything that I have with Margie. Scott: Because you're a fucking loser, dude! You're a, you're a degenerate gambler in your-your mid-50s, who bets on the Jets! Uh, who... Have you not learned anything about betting?! Raymond: The Jets are gonna come back! Scott: No, they're not! They got three number one fucking picks! They're never gonna come back! They're never gonna come back! Raymond: I'm trying to give your mother a good life! Scott: I... No, you're not, okay? You're a piece of shit, dude. You're a fucking drug addict! Raymond: I'm a piece of shit?! Scott: Yeah, you're a piece of shit! Raymond: I'm a fucking loser?! You're the biggest loser I ever met in my fucking life! Scott: Oh, really? You should know. Raymond: Yeah?! Scott: Yeah! Raymond: You surround yourself with them! Scott: Oh, yeah? Why don't you try me? Raymond: Oh, really? Scott: Why don't you try me?! Raymond: Yeah, yeah, yeah... This ain't gonna go how you think it's gonna go! So why don't you get the fuck out of my... Really?! [Shoves Scott and knocking him to the ground] Scott: Fucking asshole! [Gets up and lunges at Raymond] Raymond: Throw a fucking punch at me?! Scott: Oh, yeah. Raymond: Huh? You gonna cool off?! Come here, cocksucker! You gonna cool off?! I'll fucking cool you off. Yeah, I'll fucking cool you off! [Picks up Scott and throws him into the pool] Raymond: Hey, you cool off now?! You're in there 'cause of your own actions! Scott: Are you kidding me?! I'm gonna tell my mom you tried to drown me! Raymond: In an aboveground pool?! You're, like, fucking eight feet tall! Scott: You're lucky my dad isn't here! He would kick your ass! Raymond: Oh, yeah? Well, guess what, I knew your dad! Okay?! Scott: Yeah?! Raymond: Yeah, I crossed paths with him a number of times! And you know what? He was even a bigger asshole than you are! [Scott gets out of pool and lunges at Raymond, throwing a punch with Raymond grabbing Scott around waist, grappling him and maneuvering him to the ground] All right, that's it, that's it! It's over! It's over. Huh?! Huh?! You like that?! You like that?! Scott: Ow. Jesus! Fucking asshole! Raymond: Come on, tap out! Tap out! Scott: Fuck you! No! Get me out! Let me out! No! No! Let me out! Oh, my God! Get me out! Margie: What's the matter with you?! Scott: He's a psycho. Raymond: No. We're just talking! Margie: About what?! Raymond: About him telling you lies about me. Scott: He's an animal. He picked me up and he threw me in the pool. All right? He has to go. Margie: No, I need you to go. Now. Scott: What? Why-why me? He-he's the one who started it. Raymond: Yeah, that's right. Get the hell out of here. And get a job and a life while you're at it. Your freeloading days are over. Margie: You, too. Get going. Raymond: Wait, what did I do?! Margie: You put your hands on my son! You're not respecting my family! Scott: You're an animal! Raymond: Look, okay, just listen. Just calm down. Margie: I don't have to calm down! What are... You're attacking my son! And you're, and you're making up lies! You made... You tricked me into thinking you're a good guy! You're not a good guy! Raymond: Right. Mm-hmm. Margie: You're a fucking small guy. Raymond: Margie, Margie, just let me explain this to you. Just let me talk to you, okay? Margie: You are not in control of me! Raymond: Okay, okay, listen, all right? Okay, you don't have all the information you need. All right? Scott is acting out 'cause he's afraid to move on with his life. It's no different than when the Boston Red Sox finally won a World Series, okay? Margie: Oh, my God. Raymond: They had, they had to get to a point where-where they believed, okay? Margie: Just shut up. Raymond: All-all... Margie: Shut the fuck up. Raymond: All I did was just ask him a question, and he flipped out. So I put him in the water, which is soft. I diffused the situation.It was what-what m-my training's all about. I-I wa... I was totally diffusing the situation. Margie: Do you ever shut up?! Do you ever just shut the fuck up?! You just talk and you talK and you talk and you don't know what you're saying. It makes no sense. It's like you picked up all these little pieces of information from all over. They don't make any sense. They're fragments. No sense. Nonsense. Raymond: I-I'm not talking. Margie: I've had it up to here. I'm done. Both of you, get your shit out of here! [She turns and walks away] Raymond: Margie. Oh, fuck. Scott: Well... Well, where do we go now?! Raymond: What are you asking me for?! You created this whole mess, you fucking schmuck.

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