Woman: [o.s., to her young son] Don't you dare talk to me like that, you hear me? I told you, I don't care how long. You'll have to wait.
George: Hey, hey, hey. Is that really necessary?
Woman: Why don't you mind your own business?
George: Well, I think hitting a defenseless child is my business.
Boy: You're ugly.
George: What?
Boy: You're ugly.
George: You are!
Boy: You are!
George: That's what you think.
Boy: That's what I know.