David: I gotta go.
Dorothy: So you're just gonna wimp out, huh?
David: I'm not wimping out.
Dorothy: What do you call this?
David: Why should I stay here when I got all this crappy stuff to do? And no one likes me anyway.
Dorothy: You know, first of all, buddy boy, life is full of crappy stuff to do. It's everywhere, so you better get used to it. The President has crappy stuff to do. Second of all, your grandmother happens to like you. My mother likes you. She doesn't hit anyone unless she really cares. Take it from me. And I happen to like you.
David: My life stinks.
Dorothy: I know. Things are tough at home and that really does stink. But you have a choice. You can tough it out or you can let it beat you. But right now you're here, and this doesn't have to stink. And if you stay and work at it and everything turns out, you'll have a place to visit when the things at home really get to stink.
David: I just can't, like, come here whenever.
Dorothy: You can just, like, come here whenever.
David: Well, I don't mind the gardening. But it's, like, the vacuuming I hate. That's, like, for girls.
Dorothy: Well, we can renegotiate. I'll do the vacuuming if you'II, like, uh, learn English.