Character: Charlie Babbitt, Charlie Babbitt

He called the police and said that the car was stolen. Said: "My son took the car without permission", but simply "stolen". Police station. The fathers of my friends posted bail within the hour. He left me there for two days.

- The tenth grade, I was sixteen years old, and once, when I brought home a report card with some excellent grades, I came to my old man and asked, "can I borrow the car?" I wanted to go with the guys to ride. What kind of a trip of the winner. He said, "No." And then I stole the keys and went to hell.
- You took the car without permission? Why? Why did you do it?
- Because I... I deserve it. No matter what I did, it was not enough for him.

- You're using me, using Raymond. You use everyone.
- Using Raymond? Hey, Raymond, I'm using you?
Yes.
Shut up. It answers the question that was asked half an hour ago.

- Have you lost your mind!
Runs in the family.

- One bad, two good.
- Two is better.

If there is a hell, my dad sits there and looks at us and laughs up a storm.

- In my childhood when I was scared, a man came the rain and sang to me. It was my imaginary friend.
And what became of him?
- Nothing, I got older.

Classic demands respect. It is not for children.

Damn the environmentalists, the whole world breathes the smoke, and they think that the exhaust of my cars on something affect.