wyatt: shhh, he'll hear you through the phone. we don't like to call his issues issues , we call him inconveniences. he's fragile, just a baby. i'm raising a soft boi son.
wyatt: this is why you make buds with the random guy kicking rocks at the park. sometimes you get rocks kicked at you but other times you find out they can get you cheap kegs. a death around loved ones, see, it's poetic, you're welcome.
wyatt: have you been thinking about taking him out for awhile now? or is this a new development? and look at you, freaking out? so you really, you're into him? i mean, of course, you wouldn't want to make a date out of the party with him if you didn't like him. cause you know, you wouldn't wanna ruin the friendship if you didn't think it was. i'm rambling, but hey, what's the worst that couldn't happen right?
wyatt: like i'm the /daddy/ or i'm the father?
kimmy: and i'm trying to raise a harden criminal, Wyatt! I can't do that if you shield him like this!
kimmy: okay but did this person actually kick rocks at you? because I'll beat him up if he did. You're like my little pet, and I can't have you be hurt like that. I refuse, and I'll make him pay.
kimmy: i've liked him for years. I think i've always wanted something more with him, but I'm so scared that he doesn't like me like that. I mean we have been friends for so long...what if I ruin that?
kimmy: you /are/ daddy /and/ the father