luke: well, the funeral was fucking horrible.
marc: it wasn't so bad.
luke: strange people was talking how awesome was my mom and they don't really know she! it was...fake! it was fucking fake!
marc: *read* elisabeth watson. 1975 - 2014. a great person and a better mother. your husband, mike, your son, luke, and your daughter, estella will miss you.
luke: oh, yeah, your husband, who beat you everyday and your daughter, who don't speak to you, will miss you so, so, so, so muuuch.
marc: calm down, luke.
luke: BUT LOOK AT THIS FUCKING SHIT! IT'S FULL OF LIES! SHE WAS MY FUCKING MOM AND NOW EVERYBODY TELL LIES ABOUT HER AND HER LIFE! I CAN'T CALM FUCKING DOWN.
marc: dude, seriously, calm down. do you want to come to my house and eat all the ice-cream in the fridge?
luke: yeah, dude. i want to do that.
