Crooked Carver Brother

Donald, what's the matter with your appetite? Nothing's the matter with my appetite, Mom. Ask me what's the matter with the stuff you've cooked. If you don't like what Mom cooked, don't eat it.

Don't make any remarks about it either. Why don't you shut up? Donald, don't talk that way to your brother. Kenneth isn't making any trouble. He isn't making any pleasant around here either. Maybe you better leave the table, Donald.

I might as well. Don't let him upset you, Ma. He's just in one of his moods this morning. He's always in one of his moods. I don't know why I put up with you, too.

You don't know why you put up with us, well, I like that. I don't know how he put up with you. You refuse to work. You won't help me around the house. You won't do a thing ever.

You let your brother support you and me wait on you. That's a good setup, business mother. But you want me to move out and do things my way. Maybe that wouldn't be as bad as I've always imagined.

Maybe I ought to let you. You won't. You'll do anything to keep me out of trouble. By the way, I need $10 for this afternoon. I won't give it to you. All right, then. I'll better give it to him more.

Just go out and try and steal it if you don't. Thanks, brother. Sometimes you're almost a good guy. You're watching me ashamed to take money from me, Donald. It's Kenneth's money. He works for it, and all you do is spend it.

That's the way it's supposed to be. He makes it. I spend it. Where's the $10 mark? I'll get it for you. But believe me, this is gonna stop one of these days. When it stops, I'll start. That's simple, isn't it?