:17:03
- Gordie, sit down. We're having roast beef.
- Why do you guys always have roast beef?
:17:08
Boo-hoo! Little Lord Fauntleroy's tummy
hurts cos there's too much roast beef in it.
:17:14
It's just boring.
:17:16
- I'm eating a chicken sandwich.
- You're not!
:17:19
This is crazy. I'm 28 years old. I should
be able to eat a chicken sandwich if I want.
:17:23
He's 28 years old and he can eat
a chicken sandwich. Very impressive.
:17:27
Mike Fitzgibbon's son
is a nuclear physicist...
:17:30
...and my son can eat a chicken!
:17:33
Jim, no!
:17:36
You can either eat that goddamn roast beef,
or you can go to bed.
:17:45
Good.
:17:48
Sh. Gord! Gord!
Don't hammer 'em so loud. Jeez.
:17:52
It's late. You're gonna wake up your parents.
:17:55
- You're right. I'll use the electric nail gun.
- Yeah.
:17:59
Sh. Sh. Gord. Gord!
:18:02
- What?
- Oh, boys!
:18:05
Will you two faggots stop making
so fucking much noise? We're sleeping.
:18:10
Sh!
:18:12
Goddammit!
:18:14
It's three in the morning!
:18:16
- Stop the fucking hammering!
- Jim, I got a kid over here. OK?
:18:19
- Gord, are you almost done over there?
- Yeah, nearly, Mr. Malloy.
:18:23
Hey, Gord.
Can I play on your ramp tomorrow?
:18:26
Sure, Andy. Any time.
:18:37
Has your dad got, like, bowel problems?
:18:41
- Let's skate this thing.
- Don't you think it's kinda dark, Gord?
:18:45
I gotta work tomorrow.
:18:47
You mean to say we're finished now and you
are not gonna enjoy the fruits of your labor?
:18:53
I don't have the right shoes on.
They're slippery and they got no sole.
:18:59
- Just enjoy the fruits here.
- Don't say "the fruits".