Brian: I thought I told you to get out? Justin: I guess I didn't hear you. You tend to mumble a lot. You want some soup? It's Debbie's homemade recipe. Brian: No wonder I feel like barfing. Listen to me, you little shit, I don't want you here. Justin: I don't care what you want. Justin: You're not getting rid of me. Justin:Shit! Are you all right? Tell me you're all right. Brian: I'm all right. Justin: No you're not. Brian: Then what the hell are you asking me for? Justin: So that I can tell you what a motherfucking piece of shit you are for not telling me. For shutting me out. For thinking that you can handle this on your own. And most of all for thinking that I would leave. Why would you think that? Because you had a ball removed? Because you're no longer perfect? Well believe me, Mr. Kinney, that is the least of your imperfections. And if I wanted to leave you, I've had better reasons, plenty of them. Brian: Maybe you should have. Justin: Yeah, maybe you're right, but I thought we had a commitment, and I plan to stand by it. Now, I want you to get your ass back in bed, you son of a bitch. And eat some fucking chicken soup.
