Jeff Talley: Fucking rich people.
[watching a tape of Mars robbing a convenience store and shooting the clerk]
Wil Bechler: Classic foster product. Three years old, Marshall Krupcheck witnesses daddy kill mommy then sees daddy kill himself. You can guess the rest.
[zooming in]
Wil Bechler: Look at this. He was only seventeen at the time.
[zooming in again]
Wil Bechler: Clerk... He's trying to say something.
Jeff Talley: He's saying, "help me."
Wil Bechler: Yeah. Why's he standing there? Why's he just standing there?
Jeff Talley: He's not just standing there.
[pause]
Jeff Talley: He's watching him die. We're talking to the wrong
guy.
Mars Krupcheck: [while choking Jennifer] You're my girl. And my girl comes with me.
Jennifer Smith: Would you stop it?
Tommy Smith: We need to help daddy.
Jennifer Smith: Shut up! Watch the tv. That's the police, okay? They're gonna help.
Tommy Smith: We gotta cut the tape.
Jennifer Smith: Shut up!
Tommy Smith: Pull all together, okay? Off the
bed then like maybe we can get what's under the bed.
Jennifer Smith: Under my bed? What's under my bed?
Tommy Smith: Your bong. We can break it.
Jennifer Smith: What? Have you been sneaking in my room?
Jeff Talley: Why don't you tell me something that I don't fucking know?
Kevin Kelly: Put it back.
Mars Krupcheck: Claustrophobic?
Kevin Kelly: Try fuckedaphobic.
Kevin Kelly: Why do I always gotta go?
Dennis Kelly: If I'm buying, you're flying. Get outta the truck.