This damn bike! I hate this bike!
I hate this frigging bike!
Stupid bike!
Damn, I hate it.
Daniel! What’s the matter?
Nothing! – Why did you throw your bike away?
Because I felt like it, ma.
Please look at me when I’m talking to you.
Oh my God.
Mom.
Oh my God.
Would you tell me what’s going on here?
And don’t tell me about another bike accident?
Well, what do you want to hear, ma?
I want to hear the truth.
No, you don’t want to hear the truth.
All you want to hear is how great it is out here.
Well, it may be great for you, but it sucks for me.
I hate this place. I hate it.
I just want to go home.
Why can’t we just go back home?
Wait, listen to me.
What?
I cannot help you unless you tell me what’s wrong.
I got to take karate, that’s it.
You took karate.
No, not at the Y at a good school.
Fighting doesn’t solve anything.
Oh, well, neither does palm trees, ma.
That’s not fair.
Yeah, well, like it was fair coming out here without asking me how I felt about it, right? That was really fair.
You’re right. I should have asked.
Yeah, well, I just want to go home. That’s it.
I don’t understand the rules here.
I want to go home.
Let’s clean you up and let’s see if we can figure out the rules together, okay?
What about your bike?
Safer taking a bus.
Why can’t we just go home?
Why can’t we just go home and forget this place?
