Fred Nickle:
Adios, mi famiglia.
Tiffany Nickle:
Whatever.
Doreen Nickle:
Bye, Tiff. Bye, Lucas. I love you.
Fred Nickle:
You kids mind your grandma.
Mommo:
Okay, goodbye. Have fun. Don't worry, everything's under control.
[her teeth suddenly slips out of her mouth. She tries to catch them but they fell into the grass]
Mommo:
A little help, please.
Tiffany Nickle:
[to Lucas]
I think it's your turn.
Mommo:
Teeth in the grass.
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 08:59