Duration: 1m44s

Folks, I'm sorry. I hold myself to a high professional standard and you shouldn't hear that language, okay? I'm having a shitty day. Oh, fuck-stick! Now, I know this is tricky, given your relationship, so I'm going to give you the evening to think about it. I forbid it! You forbid it? What? Who are you? Julius Caesar? Who the hell is Julius Caesar? You know I don't follow the N.B.A. Look, I am so sorry that this happened, Ron, but you and I, we're partners, sweetheart. And when something good happens to me, it also happens to you. That's ridiculous! It clearly just happened to you! You... Oh! Be quiet. Mom? I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Burgundy. He no go to sleep. Damn it, Lupita, what have you been doing up there? Eating nachos? Mommy? Daddy? Why are you yelling at each other? Did Mom touch Dad's hair again? Walter, honey, why don't you just go to bed, all right? Mommy and Daddy are just having a discussion. No! He needs to hear this. He's six years old. He's a man. Walter, listen to me. Life isn't a fairy tale. It's not a bunch of jumping rope and grabbing ass. It's complicated. What do you want to do with your life? What do you want to be when you grow up? I want to be an astronaut or a cowboy! You're never going to be any of those, okay? Ron! You've got to set the bar a lot lower. Service industry. Fry cook. Prison guard. Maybe you're a lighting guy at a porn shoot. Which basically means you hold up a flashlight while adults do things. He is a child, Ron! Nah, nah, nah! He's got hair on his nugs. He's old enough to hear this. Your father is a wise man. I will lock you in a closet! Veronica, here's the bottom line.