Red: Steven, you're 18 now. It's time to start being a man. And the first rule to being a man is you gotta spend your life doing crap you don't wanna do. Like right now, I don't wanna be here talking to you but I am. And you don't wanna go to a party but you will.
Hyde: Actually, I won't.
Red: [mock sympathy] What's the matter? You don't like parties? Me neither. But as long as you're living under my roof, you'll do what I tell you to do.
Hyde: Well, lucky for me, I won't be under your roof much longer anyway.
Red: What the hell you talking about?
Hyde: Well, I'm 18. I should be getting out of here, right? I mean, that's what my dad did and my uncle did and my cousins did. They were all on their own when they were my age.
Red: What are they doing now?
Hyde: Uh, pumping gas, prison, prison, dead, prison.
Red: And the reason you're living here is so you don't end up like them. But if you want to leave, I can't stop you. So, what's it gonna be, Steven? Prison, death or a birthday party?
Hyde: I guess I'll go to the party. [clears throat] Thanks, Red.
Red: You're welcome. And, uh... don't tell Eric that we had this little conversation. 'Cause when he's 18, he's out.