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Sweetheart, I'll talk to him.
Son, Your mother and me would like for you to
cozy up to the Finklestein boy.
He's a - He's a bright kid
and, uh, he's going to military school and
'member he was and Eagle Scout
and uh WILL YA SHUT UP! ARNOLD YOUR SON IS A...
WE'RE NOT GONNA HAVE A FAMILY BRAWL!
and a retard.
We put up with a hell of a lot!
You lift weights,
BUILD your GOD DAMNED MUSCLES HUH?
Y'know you could build your muscles pickin' strawberries.
Y'know, bend and scoop, like the Mexicans.
*** Maybe I could get you a job with United Fruit.
I got a buddy with United Fruit
get you started.
START WITH STRAWBERRIES YOU MIGHT WORK YOUR WAY UP TO THESE GOD DAMNED BANANAS!
WHEN BOY? WHEN,
ARE YOU GONNA GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER?
BURRRRRRRP!
Grrosss!
Oh good God almighty me, I think he's the anti-Christ.
Anthony I want to talk to you.
Now LISTEN!
DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME WHEN I'M TALKIN' TO YA!
YOU GET A GOD DAMNED JOB BEFORE SUNDOWN...
OR WE'RE SHIPPING YOU OFF TO MILITARY SCHOOL...
WITH THE ***-FINKLE-STEIN-***-KID!!!!
SON OF A ***!