[Frank Jr. jams to T.Rex with his guitar in his room. His mother starts knocking on his door]
Deana:
Turn it fucking down, Frankie!
[Frank Jr. flips his mother and raises the volume before she walks in the room and turns off the stereo. She notices his guitar]
Deana:
What's that?
Frank Feranna, Jr.:
What's it look like?
Deana:
Where'd you get it?
Deana's Boyfriend:
He probably stole it.
Frank Feranna, Jr.:
Who the fuck is this guy?
Deana:
You think I don't know where you got all this shit?
Frank Feranna, Jr.:
So you noticed something I did, for once!
Deana's Boyfriend:
Don't talk to your mother like that, you little prick.
Frank Feranna, Jr.:
Seriously? Who the fuck are you? You know what? I don't even care. Gonna be another you tomorrow, anyways.
Deana:
You wanna know who this is? He's another man in my life that you're gonna drive away... just like you did your fucking father!
Frank Feranna, Jr.:
I was two years old, you bitch! He left you!
[pause, then Deana approaches Frank Jr]
Deana:
Then how come he never tried to call you then, Frankie?
[Frank Jr. takes off his guitar]
Frank Feranna, Jr.:
Fuck you!
[Frank Jr. smashes his guitar on the wall before slamming the door on Deana]
Frank Feranna, Jr.:
Get the fuck outta here!
Deana:
Open the fucking door, Frankie!
[Frank Jr. starts destroying his room before pulling a switchblade from his bed]
Deana:
Open the fucking door! Goddamn it! You little shit! Open the fucking door! Open the fucking...
[Frank Jr. opens the door and shows her his knife before he slices his arm with it]
Deana:
No! No, baby! No! No! What are you doing, baby?
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