[Brandon is sitting in the waiting room while the adults talk in the principal's office]
Tori Breyer:
Erica, he said he's sorry. It was an accident. They're just kids.
Erica:
Did you see my daughter's hand? He's a goddamn animal is what he is.
Kyle Breyer:
Okay, can we just calm down here Erica, please?
Erica:
I want him in handcuffs and I want him gone.
Principal:
We are taking action. He's going to be suspended for two days.
Erica:
Suspended? Do your job. Arrest him!
Sheriff Deever:
I'm sorry, ma'am. That's not your call.
Tori Breyer:
After the suspension, he will be in regular sessions with our school guidance counselor, Miss Merilee.
Erica:
His aunt. OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
Principal:
Right, now she's the only counselor...
Erica:
You know what, her son was inside my daughter's bedroom last Saturday.
Kyle Breyer:
He wasn't.
Erica:
He's a pervert.
Kyle Breyer:
He was camping with us.
Erica:
He's sick!
Kyle Breyer:
He was 30 miles from your house, okay Erica.
[we hear Erica mumbling as Tori and Brandon look at each other]
Erica:
Do you even know who his real mother is?
Tori Breyer:
I'm his real mother!
Erica:
I meant whatever inbred psycho gave birth to him.
Kyle Breyer:
Hey!
Tori Breyer:
I know exactly what you meant. You're trash-talking a 12-year-old child lest you sleep better at night, Erica. Maybe you're the one who needs help.
[Tori and Kyle leave the office to collect Brandon]
Tori Breyer:
[to Erica]
Sorry about your daughter.
Tori Breyer:
[to Brandon]
Get up. Let's go.
[the family leaves with Brandon and Erica menacingly glaring at each other]