Mr.Slade：It’s all right.Charlie.You break my heart，son.All mylife I stood up to everyone and everything becau it made me feelimportant.You do it ’cau you mean it.You got iy，Charlie.Idon’t know whether to shoot you or adopt you.
Charlie：Not much of a choice，is it，sir？
Mr.Slade：Aw，don’t get cute now.
Charlie：el，plea put the gun away？
Mr.Slade：I asked you a question.Do you wao adopt ya，ordon’t ya？
Charlie：Plea？I mean you’re just in a slump right now.
Mr.Slade：Slump？No slump，Charlie.I’m bad.I’m not bad.No.I’mrotten.
Charlie：You’re not bad.Y—You’re just in pain.
Mr.Slade：What do you know about pain？Hmm？You little snaildarter from the Pacifiorthwest.What the fuck you know aboutpain？
Charlie：Let me have the gun，el.
Mr.Slade：No time to grow a dick，son.
Charlie：Just，just give me the gun，all right，el？
Mr.Slade：I’m talkin’a parade ground.Ten-hut！Soldier，that was adirect order.
Charlie：Give me the gun？
Mr.Slade：You stay or you leave.You uaherway，I’m gonna do this thing.Now why don’t you leave and spareyourlf？
Charlie：I want yun，el.
Mr.Slade：I’m gonna give mylf a t.You need a t forbalance.Five，four……three……two……one.Fuck it.
Mr.Slade：It’s all right.Charlie.You break my heart，son.All mylife I stood up to everyone and everything becau it made me feelimportant.You do it ’cau you mean it.You got iy，Charlie.Idon’t know whether to shoot you or adopt you.
Charlie：Not much of a choice，is it，sir？
Mr.Slade：Aw，don’t get cute now.
Charlie：el，plea put the gun away？
Mr.Slade：I asked you a question.Do you wao adopt ya，ordon’t ya？
Charlie：Plea？I mean you’re just in a slump right now.
Mr.Slade：Slump？No slump，Charlie.I’m bad.I’m not bad.No.I’mrotten.
Charlie：You’re not bad.Y—You’re just in pain.
Mr.Slade：What do you know about pain？Hmm？You little snaildarter from the Pacifiorthwest.What the fuck you know aboutpain？
Charlie：Let me have the gun，el.
Mr.Slade：No time to grow a dick，son.
Charlie：Just，just give me the gun，all right，el？
Mr.Slade：I’m talkin’a parade ground.Ten-hut！Soldier，that was adirect order.
Charlie：Give me the gun？
Mr.Slade：You stay or you leave.You uaherway，I’m gonna do this thing.Now why don’t you leave and spareyourlf？
Charlie：I want yun，el.
Mr.Slade：I’m gonna give mylf a t.You need a t forbalance.Five，four……three……two……one.Fuck it.
Charlie：Gimme！Fuck it！
Mr.Slade：Get out of here！
Charlie：I’m stayin’right here！
Mr.Slade：Get outta here！
Charlie：I’m stayin’right here.
Mr.Slade：I’ll blow your fu’head off！
Charlie：Then do it！You want to do it？Do it！Let’s go.
Mr.Slade：Fuck.Get outta here！