J：If he had guts to knock Mom cold once,
then maybe she'd be happy and she'd stop picking on him.
You know, just mush.
When I didn't have to be all confused
and I didn't have to feel that I was ashamed of everything.
If I felt that I belonged some place, you know, then...
R：Will you do something for me?
If the pot starts boiling again, will you see me before you get in a jam?
If you want to talk, come in and shoot the breeze.
It's easier sometimes than talking to your folks.