Rob:
Hey, Thomas. Look man I don't want to be a dick here or anything, but your friend Oliver came by earlier and told me you guys were having a little party but this is too much.
Thomas:
Yeah. We actually should be winding down like midnight, maybe 1. Is that okay?
Rob:
No, it's not. I'm sorry. The baby can't sleep and Melinda's gotta be up early for work.
Costa:
Fuck yeah! My boy Rob is here to rage! Good to see you, brother.
Rob:
Whoa, yeah. Actually I'm not raging, but I'm just telling Thomas it's time to shut it down.
Costa:
You can't be serious. This is a great party. What the fuck?
Rob:
I am serious because it's 11:30 at night and it's time to wrap it up.
JB:
Hey, hey, hey. Why don't we just bring everyone to the back and lower the volume a bit.
Rob:
Guys, this isn't a request! The party's over.
Costa:
I guess we're just gonna have to agree to disagree then, aren't we?
Rob:
Listen to me. Thomas, either shut it down or I'm calling the cops. Fine, fuck it! I'm calling the fucking cops.
[gets a taser shot by Everett]
Costa:
Fuck! Oh shit!
JB:
Jesus fucking Christ! What did you do that for?
Costa:
[Rob punches Everett in the face]
Are you fucking kidding me? I will fucking kill you!
Rob:
The little fuck tazed me! I'm definitely calling the cops now!
Costa:
You punched a kid in the face! I'm calling the cops on your ass now!
Rob:
Do it, genius! It's all on tape. I just saw this mother fucker record it right here.
Dax:
No, all I got was you punching that little child's face.
Rob:
Fuck you!
Costa:
Go home, Robert!