And there you sit, in a bed another grownup paid for, with 14.9 centimeters of an erection -- which by the way is average at best -- so fucking pleased with yourself for just existing. Where do you get this idea that you are entitled to anything, much less everything? Is it a class you go to? While we're learning about sanitary napkins, they take you aside and tell you that you can have whatever you want, and if you don't get it that's everybody else's problem but yours? Or is it just natural? Genetic?
Is it something we do to you? Am I doing it to Henry now? Is he gonna grow up to be a big strong man like you, who can't keep a roof over his own head or manage to boil spaghetti? Is he gonna grow up to be Ethan Haas, who whines more than a child and hits women when they won't tell him he's pretty? Is Henry gonna be Bill Masters when he grows up, so fucking frigid inside he looks like he's about to shatter ten times a day, and so uptight he shits once a week? You fucking tell me. You wipe that smarmy grin off your face, and put your stupid dick away, and you tell me how I can possibly avoid gifting the world with one more goddamn piece of shit little boy in a grown man's body.
But he'd probably just get harder if she did say it, because men are creeps, so fuck it.
CASE IN POINT
Ethan: "Sorry my house is a mess, but ... it's accurate. Want lots more to drink?"
Vivian: "Do you not have guests? For some of us, having people over is what keeps us honest."
Ethan: "I mean, sometimes I have girls over, but I don't even turn the lights on. You feel me?"
Vivian: "Uh, yeah. I have decoded your subtle clues. Why do you think I'm up here?"
Ethan: "You like it with the lights on, or off?"
Vivian: "I don't really care, dude. I am just looking to do sixteen-year-old me a favor."
Ethan: "Did you ever get with a guy you didn't like much, and pretend it was one you did?"
Vivian: "Yeah, I am like constantly doing that."
Ethan: "But it doesn't work. Who do you think about?"
Vivian: "I am not going to dignify that one."
Ethan: "You feel like taking your sweater off?"
She does, so she does, and then before you know it he's pouring whiskey on her breasts and licking it off. It's profoundly weird. I would have opted for lights off, given a full account of what was about to take place.