I think I made it pretty clear, PRETTY GOD-DAMNED CLEAR, Eileen, that when I come home from SLAVING AWAY AT THE OFFICE ALL DAY WITH THOSE SLOBBERING GOYIM SO YOU CAN GO TO YOUR BRAIN-DEAD TUPPERWARE PARTIES, that I would like my F*CKING TURKEY POT PIE..!!!
Why does Neil drink, and why is he so mean..?
His son on the left now goes to Pomona, in California.