Detroit Rock City
O diálogo dos sonhos:
- Kiss? How dare they call
themselves Kiss.
- Kiss is about love.
- They are teaching our children
lust, betrayal, and hate.
- We as parents are obligated–
- How’s it going, Mom?
- I’m going to ask you
this nicely first.
- Can I have my drumsticks back?
- Your drumsticks are the least
of your worries, young man.
- You ran out on God!
- My son just ran out on God!
- You are in a world of–
- Trouble?
- I’ve been in trouble
for the past twelve hours.
- I’m going to be in St. Bernard’s
boarding school…
- for the next two years
of my life, remember?
- I’m going to be out of your hair
until I am a legal adult!
- Then all you have to do
is go to church…
- light a candle, and pray
to some stupid statue…
- and all is forgiven
and forgotten, right, Mom?
- Then you can spend your days
in a guilt-free pursuit…
- of more constructive
activities…
- like telling everybody else
how screwed up their lives are.
- Then you no longer
need the patience…
- and understanding required…
- in order to talk to your own son
on some normal plane.
- That way,
you don’t even need to think…
- about how tough it was for you
when you were growing up.
- It’s probably a good thing, too,
‘cause if you did…
- you’d realize what a lousy…
- goddamn, shitty-ass parent you are.
- Jeremiah, what has gotten into you?
- I just lost my virginity
in a confessional booth! Lord have mercy!
- Now…
- for the last time…
- Mom, give me back
my fucking drumsticks.
- Please.
- Cute.
- They grow up fast,
don’t they?
