Are you fucking serious? Freddy, what the fuck do you want? Do you want to stay? Do you want to go out there and get fucked? Do you want to fucking live alone?

[It's enough to drive a body crazy. At first the old man's thinking that this is all just one pitch after another to get him to reach a boiling point he never knew he had. Both paws are in the air and it strikes him to the core that his anger may get the best of him.

Again.

Larry rakes both hands through his own hair.]

Goddammit, fuck this! Fuck you! Good luck, man. Nobody'll wail on you like I did. Won't that be great?

[He's stepping on out of the room and slamming the door behind him. Fat good that does since he's stomping into his room.]