There's no further on with the ball. Axe of fumble ever say that. Just slap my kid. Nah, I punched him. No, did you just slap my kid? I punched him. Did you just slap your kid? You're there for me to punch him. You're there. Don't you lie to me. I'm not lying. Carson, daddy slapped you. I punched you in it. Carson says you slapped him. Okay, that's not really nice, okay? Well, it's just not for me to rest your mind. I'd like that little chitchat. Do you rest your mom? Are you his mom or are you his dad's mom? Rest your mom. Because I'm confused. Where is your mom? Look, take your gummy foot bear head out my face, but she's not here. Oh, yeah, like you live at the park. I don't live at the park. You try to call me a tramp or something. You're the tramp, look at you. Fucking... Grimlin. Grimlin! Shut your mouth, you batty fish. How am I the Grimlin? Carson, you're shaped like that. We're leaving. Shaped like one sweaty, worldly bird. New blood. Carson, get to the car. That's a nice car. Shit. I don't care. I don't care where your mom's here or not. Are you talking to me? The shit. No, you won't. No, you won't. You crossbreed man fucking. You crossbreed man with a lady. Look at you. Back the fuck off. You're the fuck off. You're the fuck off.