What they do not know

Get a job, you bum!

Get out your ass. - I already did.

Darling, don't talk to the boy that way. - Boy?

He's 24 years old, for Christ's sake.

And still living under my roof.

My house, my rules, Julie.

I'll talk to the little prick any way I want.

Paul, what's really troubling you?

You don't want to know.

I want to know everything that troubles my husband. Everything.

I'm not the one with the troubles, Julie. It's that son of yours who's got the real problems.

He's your son too.

Many more.

What is that supposed to mean?

Like I said, you don't want to know.

Try me.

All right.

But don't say I didn't try to spare you the grief.

The other day I was putting around in here.

I heard a strange moaning sound coming from Clay's bedroom.

At first I thought it was just something in my head.

You know, I've been hearing those things in my head, those voices in my head lately.

Well, then I heard it again.

What was it?

Hold on, you're jumping the ***. I don't know what it was.

That's why I decided to go check it out.

Believe me, Julie, I wish to God I hadn't.

Oh, Paul, you're scaring me.

Well, you wanted to hear it, now.

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