Rev. Samuel Runt:
My Lord Bullingdon -- You seem
particularly glum today.
You should be happy that
Your Mother has re-married.
Lord Bullingdon:
Not in this way.
And not in such haste.
And certainly not to this man.
Motherfucker.
Rev. Samuel Runt:
I think you judge Your Mother too harshly --
Do you not like Your New Father?
Lord Bullingdon:
(hate-glare)
Not very much.
He seems to me little more than
a common opportunist.
I don't think he loves
My Mother at all.
And it hurts me very much,
to see her make
such a Fool of herself.
Doctor, I'm takin' Your Little Sister
Under My Protection, here.
If anything happens to her, anything at all, I swear to you, I will get VERY choked up.
Honestly. There could be tears.
WHAT'S THE FIRST RULE
OF FLYING, JESSI?
