junior, you are wrong.
this boy must be turning over. oh, he just kicked me again.
did you do your homework?
what?
that's nice.
last saturday we handed out over two hundred meals.
week by week the crowds at the door keeps getting larger. we can't feed all the hungry.
i don't know if we could take one in with rhonda and me at home alone at times.
why not? harry says that's the only way to do good.
don't shout!
these old folks can dance better than i can. get rid of that long face. get one of these old farts to show you how to do the black bottom.
he just leeches off your parents. he is a master at wearing out welcome.
where does her get the power to summon all his old raffish friends? they all smell of moth balls.
now you don't have to say anything if you don't want to.
rhonda, take sunny in the backyard. take a bowl so you can pick some strawberries. sunny will enjoy it.
you shouldn't talk about the boy's father in front of him. this is family business and we have to pull together.
it's probably harry, but i hate to mention his name, because every time we say something about him something bad happens.
don't ask that.
stop it junior!
stop it! stop it! look what you are doing!
i'm okay now.
how long is harry going to hang around?
the poor thing is not to blame. rhonda, take sunny for a walk.
i got white meat and i got dark meat. i know it sounds cruel but we have to eat.
why don't you look through his things to see if you can find a number?
i think we better be ready.