ME: Hey. I need to have a word with you.

DICK: Who me?

ME: Yes you.

DICK: Oh. Okay. Let me just finish what I'm doing.

ME: No no no no no. This can't wait. I need to talk to you now.

DICK: Gah. What's your damage Heather?

ME: You are my damage Heather. We need to get something straight. You do not do the thinking for me.

DICK: Whatever Dude. I'll do what I want.

ME: And that's the problem. You do whatever you want without thinking about the consequences. Show some impulse control.

DICK: You show some impulse control you pansy.

ME: (to Brain) Hey you! Wake the fuck up. This concerns you too.

BRAIN: (groggy) Wha? Huh? Another five minutes mom.

ME: Wake up dumbass. You've been sleeping on the job.

BRAIN: I'm tired. Can we do this some other time?

ME: No! You need to start pulling your weight around here. Get off your lazy ass and start doing what you are supposed to.

BRAIN: (whines) But it's too hard and complicated. It's easier for him. He's got a simpler system in place.

DICK: Two against one dude. You're screwed.

ME: Shut up. You aren't the boss of me.

DICK: Au contraire mon frair. I beg to differ.

BRAIN: (snickering)

ME: You think that's funny?

BRAIN: Well...yeah. (snickering)

ME: What am I going to do with you two?

DICK: Are we done here? I got shit to do.

BRAIN: And I want to get back to my nap.

ME: Oy.