Kelly: And that’s what you want, Dale? To end up like your brother? To follow in his footsteps, to become a mobster, a gold digger, a selfish man the kind that marries his girlfriend just to steal her family’s assets?

Dale has heard enough, and before he says something he’ll regret later, he prefers to get up from the table.

Kelly: Dale, where are you going?

Dale: Outside.

Kelly: Aren’t you going to finish your dinner?

Dale: I’m done.

Kelly: That’s not true.

Dale: Well, as far as I’m concerned, I am.

Kelly: Dale, why don’t you cut the crap and tell me what’s going on?

Dale: Nothing’s going on, I just don’t want to talk about this anymore.

Kelly: Why, because I hit the nail on the head?

Dale: Kel, stop it, okay?