Donna: Not like that wasn't the truth. She didn't have to get so pissed at me. Mike?

Mike: Hey Sis.

Donna: Where's Dad?

Mike: A cop brought me here, since Dad got drunk, and arrested.

Donna: And here I thought Mom was a bad drunk.

Mike: That's not why, it was after he got the bill, and started a fight with the bar tender.

Donna: Hmmmmm, we need to teach em a lesson.

Mike: How?

Donna: Get some fur paint, and some of Mom and Dad's clothes.

Mike: Why?

Donna: You'll see, little brother