hannah—reynolds:

I’ll say he can. Did a pretty fuckin’ amazing job last time.

-Rolling her eyes, she follows behind him.- Nah. That role goes t’Uncle Vern. ‘Sides, it’s not like I wouldn’t get another job somewhere else.

-pausing, he gives her a somewhat confused look- And what’s that suppose to mean?

-snorting- Soon enough you’ll be makin’ Uncle Vern look like a stand-up citizen. -chuckling- Yeah? And with what qualifications, huh? Y’only got this one ‘cause o’me.

hannah—reynolds:

Your car didn’t get puked on! ‘Sides, I got more angsty teen drama where that came from. Just you wait.

… Asshole. Fine. But that’s damn low, even for you.

-scrunching his nose- You need to stop.. Or go find Shaun. He can deal with y’emo little shit a lot better than this asshole can.

-scoffing, he begins walking down the hallway- I don’t car. M’not having m’little sister being the free-loader of the family.

hannah—reynolds:

But I don’ wanna work at this hellhole. ‘Sides, I’m real good at quittin’ things.

Ma goes postal ‘bout everything. Y’wouldn’t need to tell her anyways.

…Well that just went to an angsty-teen kinda place. I don’t wanna work here neither but y’don’t here me whinin’ over it.

-raising his eyebrows as his arms fold over his chest- You quit, I tell Ma. Simple as.

hannah—reynolds:

Ugh, Zaaaaaaaac. That isn’t fair. I’m your fuckin’ sister— you’re supposed to not say shit like that.

Don’t think of it as me bein’ a dick, think of it as an important life lesson

… Plus Ma’ll flip her shit if she thinks y’unemployed.

hannah—reynolds:

Oh, absolutely. But I’m serious about quittin’. 

-raising his eyebrows- Y’quite your job and I kick you out. My apartment ain’t a charity centre y’know.

hannah—reynolds:

Probably the same idiot that vomited all over my car last night.

Well then… Look’s like it’s time to kill a bitch.

hannah—reynolds:

I’m ‘bout ten fuckin’ seconds away from quitting. This place is gettin’ ridiculous.

…Who pissed in your cornflakes this mornin’?