Butchie: I am displeased that you have allowed Shaun to compete up in Huntington.
Mitch: I have allowed no such thing. Shaun is not going.
Butchie: I believe you are mistaken, sir.
Mitch: I forbade him from entering and left the matter in the hands of your mother.
Butchie: That was a poor move on your part, since she is likely to go behind your back. But perhaps that is what you intended all along.
Mitch: Shut up, you drug-using absentee father.
Butchie: No, you shut up.
Mitch: You shut up!
Butchie: You shut up first!
And so on. The bottom line is that Mitch threatens to come down to Butchie's fleabag residence and give him the thrashing of his life, and that Butchie invites him to do so. Realizing that his father will probably take him up on this offer, Butchie tosses John into his van so that he can go home and get high in anticipation of Battle of the Yosts: The Pummeling In The Parking Lot. "You want to meet a happy family, John, watch a Saturday morning cartoon," Butchie snarls. "Meet the Fucking Jetsons." Ooh -- is that series coming to HBO, too? I wonder who they're going to get to play Astro.
Over at the big-box retailer, we see Cissy shopping for that camera Mitch requested -- good to see that wielding a shopping cart is another one of those things that she does with menace. She stops to ask a clerk who is busy stacking individual rolls of toilet paper, which may be the most unbelievable thing I've seen in John From Cincinnati, levitation scenes included. At my local big-box retailer, you are required to buy toilet paper by the metric ton, bound together in palettes so large and unwieldy that you need an 18-wheeler to transport your toilet paper home. Cissy asks this clerk where she can find an instamatic. "Would you consider a diabetic, if he's hard-working and handsome?" the clerk replies. Stunningly, Cissy fails to be charmed by that -- instead, she repeats her request for the instamatic camera with withering directness. The clerk's face falls as he realizes he's not going to be able to complete that letter to Penthouse Forum that he had been drafting in his head. FantasyLand Big-Box Retailer does not stock instamatics, he pissily informs Cissy -- just digitals and disposables and individually wrapped rolls of toilet paper. Cissy responds to this unpleasant social interaction by knocking down the clerk's toilet paper pyramid. Now he'll have no place to bury the Pharaoh.