But why did you marry Dad? Oh, well... Why not? Well, it's just that w-when he drinks, he... changes. Oh, he doesn't change, Orel. That's just his true nature coming out.

This place is... depressing. Yeah, well, when you're constantly depressed you don't really notice!

I'm done! Go away! Go a million miles away!

Well, it worked, you got to me! Now you stay away from him! He's not yours, I am! I mean—he's mine, my son!

It's because you become a bad person when you drink!

Orel, these near-death experiences are getting a little tiresome. And expensive. Now, I don't wanna have to sign another one of your death ceritificates. You get me? Attaboy.

Mom, guess what? Dad isn't Shapey's father! I know that, Orel.

And that through your weaknesses, you built up a poison, that poisons others around you. That you love.

With all you people as role models, no wonder my son is... sensitive.

I don't know. I guess you just have to act like nobody cares; like, nothing you ever do really means anything to anybody. You know, like you're totally invisible.

HEY! Blood, blood! Money, money! Booze, booze, booze!

Your birthday? Why didn't you say anything, Miss Censordoll? I prefer not to annually celebrate the emergence of my unclad body through such an unsavoury passage as my mother's womb.

People just don't say what's on their mind, Dad. Don't give me that, that's MY line! Well, guess it's true.

For you see, a lot of the problems start when people get too greedy and want all of the 'F' words, and don't appreciate the ones that they have. Then they're just making their life miserable... and who ever heard of somebody actually wanting to make his life miserable? Amen.

Son, imagine my disappointment when I got a call from the hospital and found you weren't sick or injured.

Orel, you know you shouldn't upset your mother by coming home with dirty clothes. Because then, your mother talks to your father. And no one wants that.

That kid gets more action than I do. Ahah. I am still weaning him, Clay. Bloberta, he's SEVEN! He should not be using your milk to wash down his meatloaf—which I pay for—by working that stinkin' dead-end job!

You're amazing. The beer goggles you have on right now are making crucifixation look like Marilyn Monroe. I never drink beer.

What is family? Well, a lot of times, family is just a bunch of people who are forced to be together just because they came out of each other, but every so often... a miracle happens. A loving family, just like that—out of nowhere.

Orel! You know you're not supposed to think when it comes to God and faith!