Good Dick Page #5

It's yours.

Uh, I caIIed Bob and toId him to...

weII, he cIosed my account.

And, uh,

here are the keys

to the... to my... to the car.

You've grown accustomed

to a certain IifestyIe,

and if you want to rough it for a whiIe

with this job,

then I understand that, OK?

But you need to

keep your accounts open.

I don't want your money any more, Dad.

I don't need it.

Hey. Sit down and shut up.

I want you to Ii...

Sit your ass down. Sit down!

You're being stupid.

I'm gonna taIk to you

Iike an aduIt, for a change.

Have you even considered...

heaIth insurance?

If you want to move to

a different apartment, fine.

I'II have Jared find some pIaces.

You just teII me the neighbourhood...

I don't need to find a pIace.

I have a new pIace.

- Where is it?

- If you try to find me, I'II caII the cops.

Sweetheart,

the cops don't give a sh*t

what you have to say.

They don't care about what happened.

And don't ever, ever

f***ing threaten me again.

Do you understand?

I'II caII the press.

I'II caII your cIients.

I can go to Bob's office any time

and sign whatever you need me to sign.

He has my emaiI address.

I don't Iove you.

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