Greatest Freak Out Ever 6


 * Jack: Okay, my parents are gone for the weekend, our grandma is taking care of us, and... her and Stephen have been getting into it all weekend and it's hilarious.
 * Betty: Please hand me the remote.
 * Stephen: No, why do you keep... I mean.
 * Betty: I want to watch the news.
 * Stephen: Leave... Why? Nothing's happened so far.
 * Betty: How do you know if you never watch it.
 * Stephen: Because you always update me like I care!
 * Betty: Well, you little brat.
 * Stephen: Don't call... Stop. How am I a brat?
 * Betty: I'll tell you what, you may disrespect your mom and dad but you're not gonna get by with me.
 * Stephen: Yeah, when my dad left, he said "Stephen".
 * Betty: Oh, he did not.
 * Stephen: He said...
 * Betty: He did not.
 * Stephen: He said "You're the man of the house."
 * Betty: Well then, why did he have me over here, you little s***?
 * Stephen: So, to make sure you don't get all crazy and crap and climb the roof.
 * Betty: Oh, that's... Uh, now, you're lying.
 * Stephen: Okay. How am I lying? I'm not changing it, we're watching this. Stop talking.
 * Betty: Do I have to get my paddle?
 * Stephen: (sarcasm) Oh, my god, anything but the paddle. That hurts so bad. You're so strong.
 * (Phone Ringing)
 * Betty: I've had enough crap this time. I can do it
 * Stephen: Okay, berry bund. Get the paddle.
 * Betty: You son of a bitch.
 * Stephen: What is wrong with you?
 * Betty: I want a little respect!
 * Stephen: You can't hit me in the face with it!
 * Betty: You wanna bet?
 * Stephen: Yeah!
 * Betty: Well, then stand up.
 * Stephen: No. (Betty hits Stephen's eye.) Ow! What is wrong with you?! Are you freakin' out of your mind? Ow, my freakin' eye!
 * Betty: I'll tell you what? I'm leaving.
 * Stephen: I'm calling my mom! And I'm taking this away before you kill somebody.
 * Betty: I'll... I'm calling your mom.
 * Stephen: I'm calling my mom and telling her that you hit me in the face with it!
 * Betty: No. I'm calling her as I leave out the door.
 * Stephen: Oh, I hope you've not got a cut under my eye.
 * Betty: You little son of a bitch.
 * Stephen: Stop cussing in my house! It's not your house, you can't cuss. I'm freakin' bleeding now.
 * Betty: Good. Where's the phone? Where's the phone?
 * Stephen: I don't know!
 * Betty: You got it up your ass too? (rekt)
 * Stephen: That's not freakin' funny.
 * Jack: (Laughing)
 * Stephen: Mom said "talk time." Talk about that.