this country is going straight to hell.
are you expecting anyone?
colonel frank fitts, u.s. marine corps.
let's cut to the chase, okay? what are you guys selling?
yeah, yeah, yeah. but you said you're partners. so what's your business?
how come these faggots always have to rub it in your face? how can they be so shameless?
well, it is.
don't placate me like i'm your mother, boy.
me too, son. me too.
ricky!
you know i don't like locked doors in my house, boy.
i need a urine sample.
yeah, i suppose. well. good night, son.
what is this, the fucking gay pride parade?
colonel frank fitts, u.s. marine corps.
you little bastard--
how did you get in there?
how!? how?! c'mon, get up! fight back, you little pussy!
how did you get in there?
what were you looking for? money? are you on dope again?
girlfriend?
this is for your own good, boy. you have no respect for other people's things, for authority, for.
you can't just go around doing whatever you feel like, you can't--there are rules in life--
you need structure, you need discipline--
oh, ricky.
you stay out of there.
you ready to go?
where'd you get that?
don't lie to me. i saw you with him.
what did he make you do?
don't you laugh at me!
i will not sit back and watch my only son become a cocksucker!
i swear to god, i will throw you out of this house and never look at you again.
damn straight i do. i'd rather you were dead than be a fucking faggot.
boy--
get out.
get out!! i don't ever want to see you again!!
get out.
where's your wife?
your wife is with another man and you don't care?
yes.