Damn.
Freaking fudge facker, man like,
They're both good,
I mean for freakin' hater shirts.
Like, why is this even a decision I have to make right now?
*Sarcastic voice* "Oh, which hater shirt do I like, for people to freakin' not like me?"
I like this one because it's... It's kinda like diagonal, and it's like a rebel, like graffitied it on there.
(Corn behind the camera): Yeah, I think I like the diagonal one better... (Jesse): You like the diagonal one better?
The uniformed one looks like it was meant to happen and that's a lit-- *Door squeak*
Can we talk?
Yeah we can talk, what are you doing here?
I've come to see you.
We've gotta talk.
You shouldn't be coming to my workplace.
Why? There's no customers out in that lot.
You never know when somebody is gonna come in... Are they for me?
Yes they're for you.
Well, that was nice.
Can we sit down and talk somewhere, or go somewhere?
I have a ton of work to do, it's December 21st Jeff, all, we've been so super busy here.
But we've got to talk!
This is going on too long.
What's going on too long?
You've been gone, it's going on too long.
I need time for myself!
Yeah, but what about me, what about the family?
Are things any different?
Yeah! I think it's different.
(Jesse): Hey, Mom, he's doing something nice for once.
(Terry): Jess, stay out of it please. (Jesse): I just..
*Sigh*
(Terry): You- you think it's different?
(Jeffrey Sr.): Yeah!
(Terry): Well- (Jeffrey Sr.): There's been peace and quiet there, there's nothing going on.
The actions you've shown to me...
I mean, this is, this is a nice action.
But, before, you destroyed my computer.
I know I did!
I'm sorry about that.
(Jeffrey Sr.): It just happened. (Terry): Are you're sorry? (Jeffrey Sr.): Yeah, things happen.
And you're not gonna, you're not gonna do that anymore and then look at- (Jeffrey Sr.): I-
-and you haven't listened to me for such a long time. I don't wanna go back to that life! (Jeffrey Sr.): I've always listened to you.
And you can't change overnight!
I'm not saying I've changed all overnight, I can change though!
You can't give me chance?
Think about it, can't you give me a chance?
After 29½ years.
You know how many chances I've given you?
(Jeffrey Sr.): How many?! I don't... What's the big deal? (Terry): Over the past two years, you know how many chances I've given you?
(Jeffrey Sr.): Two years?
(Terry): Yes! (Jeffrey Sr.): In comparison to 29?
Jeff!
(Jeffrey Sr.): How come you couldn't stand me before then? (Terry): A long two years!
A very long two years!
I thought they were great.
I don't understand it!
(Terry): You have blinders on or something! (Jeffrey Sr.): I don't have blinders on!
I don't to go back to being; Not listened to.
(Terry): I don't want to go back being totally ignored. (Jesse in the background): You'll be listened to!
I don't wanna... I don't want to back... to have- to being unhappy!
You'll be listened to.
I- I am old enough now, I...
This, I-I just, I just told you, you need to leave me alone!
Unless, unless there's going to be some dramatic changes with-
But wait.. no, no, "Leave you alone"? How many weeks have you been left alone?
And you haven't come to any realization or decision of what's going on your life, our life, your family's life?
(Jeffrey Sr.): Have you? (Terry): Yes, I have, I've thought- I've been thinking about things alot!
(Jeffrey Sr.): Have you? (Terry): Yes!
Are you coming home?
No! I'm not coming home, I want to-
You're telling me right now; "It's over" and you're not coming home?
(Terry): *Mumbling* Oh, my God! (Jeffrey Sr.): Tell me now!
(Terry): Are you gonna hear me?! Leave me alone, okay? (Jeffrey Sr.): Tell me now!
So is it over?!
IS IT OVER?
(Terry): It's over. (Jeffrey Sr.) IT'S OVER?!
(Jesse): Jesus Christ... DAD!
(Terry): Stop! come on! (Jeffrey Sr.): Yeah, it's over! (Jesse): Dad, okay, Dad. You need to calm down...
(Jesse): Dad... DAAAD! (Terry): *Screams*
HOLY SHIT!
Dad, that was the shirt presser!!
(Jeffrey Sr.): You're all making money off of me! (Jesse): Holy fuck! (Terry): *Screaming "stop it right now" on the top of her lungs*
*Psycho Store Raid*
(Jesse): DAAAD! Daad!! Holy shit!
(Terry): Jeff! (Uncle Larry): You better get the fuck out of... Get the fuck out of here man, right now!
(Jeffrey Sr.): What are you doing?! (Uncle Larry): Get the FUCK out of here, NOW. (Terry): Jeff! Jeff, please!
(Jeffrey Sr.): What are you gonna do? Hit me with that metal stick, or pipe? (Jesse): DAD, THIS IS A WHOLE SHIRT SALE! (Uncle Larry): Get the fuck out of here, man, right now.
(Terry, crying): Jeff! You got to stop!
(Terry): What's wrong?! Stop! (Jeffrey Sr.): "What's wrong?".
(Uncle Larry): Call the cops, call the cops. And get the fuck out of my shop.
(Terry): I don't want the cops here!
DAD, what the hell was that, I thought we were gonna make a change!
(Uncle Larry): Get fuck out of here. (Jeffrey Sr.): Yeah, pull a pipe on me. (Uncle Larry): Yeah I'll pull a pipe on ya!
*Door slam*
(Jesse): Lock it! Lock it.
(Jesse): What the fuck was that?!
*Terry sobbing in the background*
(Uncle Larry): He fucking destroyed everything over here. (Jesse): Where- I mean, all the presses were here!
(Uncle Larry): You got to call the cops, Terry. (Jesse): What the fuck are we gonna do?! (Terry): We can't call the cops, I don't want to call the cops...
(Jesse): You have to do something, he can't just come in the business and destroy all this shit, it's Christmas! (Terry, sobbing): I know, but I care about him still, we can't call the cops..
(Uncle Larry): Shhhit... (Jesse): I-I...
I understand that, but Jesus Christ! I mean Christmas is in like four days and we can't get-
Why- What's calling the cops gonna do? What's it gonna do?
I don't know! Maybe it will cause him sudden to realize there's something he's doing wrong, I don't, I... I don't know!
What are we gonna do about shirt sales like-like-
Alright, alright, alright. Alright, settle down.
We can order new machines.
But how long's that gonna take, it's gotta hold up production, right?
I-is there anything left?
I don't know, I can't even see the other presses and shit.
Did he break... did he break this?
I don't- I know that one shattered.