Freddy Got Fingered  Way to go, Betty. Yeah, hi. Do you think
that I pay you to stand around watching TV? Get back to work.  -
Sorry, kid. I don't think this'll work out. - Don't call me kid.
Sir, although I respect your authority here at Submarine
Supreme...  ...and I admire your position of power... ...I
regretfully am going to have to again bow out of the sandwich
industry...  ...because in reality I am an animator. I'm an
animator, OK? See ya. - Where the hell d'you think you're going?
- To get a job, Dad. OK?  - You must think I'm a damn idiot. -
Uh... yes.  Bullshit, you're getting a job! You're a liar.
You're grounded, you liar. - Grounded? I'm 28 years old. - I
don't care! Go to your room.  Bye-bye, Daddy. Bye-bye, Daddy.
I'm going to get a jobbie!  No, you're not! Not in this damn car
you're not!  - Bye-bye, Daddy. - Fuck you! Thief! Thief! Thief!
- Where the fuck is he? - Mr. Brody?  - Where's my son? - What?
Where is he? Mr. Brody, please! I don't know. Agh! Are you gonna
tell me, you little pun