K: Mom, can I.
M: NO! You can NOT!
K: Mom, I am serious. Can I go...
M: NO! You can NOT go!
K: Come on...My sweet mom, that IS so important, hear me up please. I'm just gonna go out with...
M: NO! You are NOT going ANYWHERE, absolutely not.
K: Anyway, I was NOT asking for permission. The truth is we've already got the tickets. I was just trying to be polite, you know,I don't want to be an ungrateful son of a BIATCH but it seems everything has to be like this every time I got a plan.
M: So lighten me up, what's your stupid plan this time?
K: The Rock Tour, 4 people, 3 days, a rental car and motels.
M: Yeah, right. Lemme guess, Silly Billy talked you through this right? 'Hey buddy let's get out of town and hit the road. We can hook up with some hot chicks on the way and I've got some nice weed.' Like this, am I right?
K : No mom! Not Billy this time, and no weed, I promise.
M: huh-hah.So the chicks part is solid, I see. Be smart, do not get robbed again. I hate to drive 5 hours to a strange town to pick my dear son up from a shitty motel. Remember last time, she DID even take your jeans and shoes away and vanished while you were terribly drunk? What was her name again? Juicy? Jollie? Jolin?..
K: That's enough, Mom. I will take good care of myself this time.
M: Yeah, take good care of your stuff too, will you please?