Lisa:
Denny, look at me in the eyes and tell the truth. We're your friends.
Denny:
I bought some drugs off of him. Things got mixed up. I didn't mean for this to happen!
Lisa:
[crying]
Denny...
Denny:
I don't have them anymore!
Lisa:
What kind of drugs, Denny?
Denny:
It doesn't matter, I don't have them anymore!
Claudette:
It doesn't matter? How in the hell did you get involved with drugs?
Lisa:
Mom...
Claudette:
What? Were you giving them to him, selling them to him? Where in the hell did you meet that man?
Lisa:
[screaming]
What kind of drugs do you take?
Denny:
It's nothing like that!
Lisa:
[screaming]
What the hell is wrong with you?
Denny:
I just needed some money to pay off some stuff!
Lisa:
How much do you have to give him?
Claudette:
This is not the way you make money!
Lisa:
[screaming]
How much?
Denny:
[screaming]
Stop ganging up on me!
Claudette:
Well, it is time somebody ganged up on you for God's sake! A man like that! Where in the hell did you meet a man like that?
Denny:
It doesn't matter!
Claudette:
It matters a great deal! A man holds a gun on you! You almost got killed and you expect me to forget that happened?
Denny:
You're not my fucking mother!
Claudette:
[grabs Denny by the shirt]
You listen, you little boy!
Lisa:
No, stop! No!
[grabs and hugs Denny]
Claudette:
Somebody had better do something around here!
