Vinny Vicks: I'm cold.

Mother Vicks: I know, son.

Vinny Vicks: I'm hungry too.

Mother Vicks: MAYBE IF YOU ATE ONCE IN A WHILE!

Vinny Vicks: You're harsh, man.

Mother Vicks: Don't "man" me, man.

Vinny Vicks: Oh man.

Mother Vicks: I WARNED YOU SON!

[Mother twats Vinny Vicks with a rolling pin]

Vinny Vicks: Fucksicles.

Ted Vicks: HAHA! Are you still cold, bro?

Vinny Vicks: Yes ma'am.

Ted Vicks: That's great, I bet you learnt your lesson.

Vinny Vicks: I sure did, I'll never play with an eskimo ever again.

Ted Vicks: You're more right than you can imagine.

Vinny Vicks: What do you mean?

Ted Vicks: He hanged himself, dude.

Vinny Vicks: That's um, not good.

Ted Vicks: Nosiree, Bob.

Vinny Vicks: MY NAME IS VINNY VICKS, AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT!

[Vinny Vicks goes to sleep]

Mother Vicks: He's had a hard two weeks, son. You should go easier on him.

Ted Vicks: I'm not the one twatting him with the rolling pin!

Mother Vicks: ARE YOU QUESTIONING YOUR UPBRINGING!?

Ted Vicks: No mum, jeez, put the pin down you crazy bitch!

Mother Vicks: WOULD A CRAZY BITCH KICK YOUR SHINS OUT!?

Ted Vicks: SHit ma', YES!

[Mother Vicks kicks Ted Vicks shins out.]

Mother Vicks: You must be drunk.

Ted Vicks: What do you mean?

Mother Vicks: You're legless.

Ted Vicks: Terrible.