I want to talk to you.
If it's bad news,
I don't want to hear it.

I've got enough problems
with Jimmy's broken wrist.

I thought he sprained it.
Well, he did sprain it.
-That's what I said.
-No, you said...

What are you asking me
about his wrist for?

What difference does it make?
Margo, please, calm down.
Let's talk, OK?

Well, then
what'd you start for?

You're the one that started
talking about it.

-What are you looking at?
-What happened, Margo?

Tell me how Jimmy
broke his wrist.

Never mind.
Tell me how Jimmy
broke his wrist.

Why do you keep asking me that?
-Why are you yelling at me?
-I said never mind!

Mind your own fucking business!
Kids, come on. I want you
all to come with me.

Come on.
Get in the car. I'm going
to take you to my place.

Come on, let's go!
Jimmy, come on!

You can ride in the front.
Hurry up. Get in.
Shawn, get in.
You think that's funny?
That what you've done
is a joke?

What made you do
such a stupid thing?