Julius: I don't want to know, I don't want to understand, I don't even want to hear it. I just want him gone.
Rochelle: Well, he has no place to go.
Julius: I don't care.
Rochelle: Him and my mother had a fight.
Julius: He about to have a fight with me. What's he doing with my shirt on?
Rochelle: Well, he spilled chocolate sauce on his.
Julius: My chocolate sauce?
Rochelle: Well...
Julius: Now he's spilling my food, he's wearing my shirt, sitting on my couch, eating my popcorn, watching my television, burning my electricity.