Quint's Father: [Quint has headphones on and is reading a magazine] Quint! What the hell is this? It's a fucking mess. You live here as well. It's not a hotel or something. Goddammit. Quint! Hello?
[Quint's father comes over to him and knocks the headphones off, Quint's friend in the other room hears the yelling]
Quint's Father: Quint, are you deaf or something? I'm speaking to you. Can't you hear it? It's a complete mess. I work my ass off and then when I get home, it's a fucking mess. What do you do all day? It's not a hotel! Every time when I get home, you're reading this stupid book and listening to that crap music! You don't do anything!
Quint: Shut the fuck up! I do not exist to you, unless you need me to do something! And you are never here! You don't fucking care about me. The whole day, you're busy drinking and smoking weed with your stupid friends!
[Quint's father laughs]
Quint: You became a lazy ass junky. Try to get your life back to normal, loser!
[Quint's father punches out Quint]
