What do you want, Michael?
I don't know. I want something that isn't this.
Dad, Jimmy called me a bitch!
I want to be a good Dad, love my family and... live the dream.
I hate you!
Why do I have to hold your hand through all this whole mid-life crisis bullshit?
Come here!
Don't kill him!
But at the same time, I really want the other stuff too.
And you're plainly addicted to chaos.
Well, I'm not sure that's true, Doc.
I'm rich. I'm miserable. I'm pretty average for this town.
I think you need a new therapist.
So you giving me a lecture about not being a good enough gangbanger?
That's all we got. That's our heritage.
I thought we was trying to get out of this bullshit.
You sounding more and more like a sni-eye-itch everyday.
I sound like somebody trying to make some paper and not get killed.
Oh, my bad Mr. Gold Card.
Hah, gangsta shit!
You ain't got no respect.
I got respect for reality.
Enjoy them ho's, homie!
Yeah, whatever.
I ever tell you about Trevor?
Major drug dealer.
Real hillbilly type shit.
Bring me my coffee or I'm gonna cut your arm off.
Back in town, baby. Yeah!
Please, just go and ruin somebody else's home furnishing.
I'm new in town. I'm making friends, alright?
A lot of friends. I mean, things could get really messy.
Just keep him away from me and the children.
Nice new tits, by the way.
What is wrong with you?
Abandonment issues. I see a shrink once a week.
You've been shot, amigo.
Floyd! Massage!
No no, I really don't...
Do you want me to get my dick out again?