Aunt Nina:
You're not in your room.
Aunt Nina:
Your bed seems tidied.
Aunt Nina:
You didn't sleep in here!
Aunt Nina:
WHERE THE HELL DID YOU SLEEP AT YOU FUCKIN' FAG?!
Newt:
That's out of your bloody fucking business.
Aunt Nina:
TELL ME WHERE YOU SLEPT FAG!
IT WAS OVER THAT BOYFRIEND OF YOURS, WASN'T IT?!
Newt:
What boyfriend?
Aunt Nina:
Don't play stupid on my you little disgusting annoying fag! You slept with the other fag!
God throw fire on both of you!
Newt:
Prove it then.
Aunt Nina:
Look above.
Newt:
...
Oh, Tommy...
Aunt Nina:
Pack your things.
Newt:
nO YOU CAN'T FORCE ME TO GO!
Aunt Nina:
I am not.
I have a better job for you.
Newt:
Oh my... Bloody hell...
Aunt Nina:
You better be scared.
Because it'll be no good for you.
But it'll bring money to me.
Newt:
Aunt Nina, please-
Aunt Nina:
PACK.YOUR.THINGS.FAG.
You're coming home.
Or I'm coming to get you.
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