— You... look like my mother. I hate my mother. You... You look just like my father. I hate my father!
— Jesus. What the hell was that? Oh, my God. It's the bedroom killer. He told me I look like his mother. He hates his mother. He's dead. So, if I look like his mother... and you look like his father, this is what our son would look like. Pretty strong argument for birth control.
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