MOTHER: Other than the man I actually married, what or who else has crawled up your ass and died? Oh wait, I know what else is up there, your ability to equally respect our sons.
VIDEO GAME: Right between the eyes.
JOSH: See you’re getting it. I can't move.
JOSH: Don’t ever apologize when it’s what you're supposed to do.
FATHER: No! That – that – faggot is no son of mine.
MOTHER: Clearly! At his age, he's already smarter than you! (pause) And how the hell would you know what his preference is? You don’t talk to him, all you know is that he’s a little different and that threatens your precious manhood.
VIDEO GAME: Critical Hit!
JOSH: Jeeze, low blow! But still a great shot.
ZEKE: I'm just hitting buttons.
JOSH: Scared to see how you'd play if you actually studied the game.
VIDEO GAME: Unleash your finishing move.
(Father slams his fist down on the table. Josh and Zeke jump at the sound.)
VIDEO GAME: Player two wins! (Video game fanfare music.) Round two!