Mr. Jones: Aw, man... your mother and I never would've moved to this neighborhood if we'd known you need a gun to walk down the damn street.
Craig: You know how it is 'round here.
Mr. Jones: Oh, no, son. That's not the way it is. You kids have been nothin' but punks. Sissified. So quick to pick up a gun. Too scared to take an ass-whipping. This is what makes you a man. When I was growing up, this was all the protection we needed. You win some, you lose some. But you live, you live to fight another day! Now you think you're a man with a gun in your hands, don't you?
Craig: I'm a man without it.
Mr. Jones: Put the gun down.

Mr. Jones: C'mon, put up your dukes.

Mr. Jones: Now you're a man. Your uncle picked up a gun, too. He found out the hard way. Twenty-two years old. You've got a choice. This is all you need, alright?


It's Friday again...... What're your plans... I'm still working on relaxing this neck I threw out sleeping. Kids coming on Satyrday.. one week left until vacay... everything is a mess so everything will need to be tidied... first and foremost my weekend plans involve not going to work for 2 days and trying to ensure that time passes as slowly and blissfully as possible.