Harold Vilmes:
So, who gets the crown? How are you going to figure this all out?
John:
Well, you know, we'll, uh, compare scores and, uh, figure out a winner because, I mean, we don't know who the winner is yet. I mean, I have no idea who Jean picked, or Harold... No idea.
Hank Vilmes:
I know who da winner is. I know who da winner - Harold! I know who da winner is!
John:
That's it... You shut your Goddamn mouth, you shut your Goddamn mouth you Goddamn retard!
[he climbs over the table and jumps onto Hank, wrestling him to floor]
Harold Vilmes:
[pulling John away and pushing him into chair]
Come on! Back off, college boy, now listen...
[he pulls John's tie and it rips off - it's a clip-on]
Harold Vilmes:
Hanky here can't help it if he was born crazier than a shit house rat!
John:
Well, for fuck's sake, why didn't you leave him with a sitter?
[Hank starts to cry]
Harold Vilmes:
Nice, John. That's real nice... You know the babysitter's dead!
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