I don't want more people in this house. I want less. I want my life back, dammit. I want my youth. I want my hair. I want... this room. It's really nice... Are you thinking of moving out, son?
Your dad will always be your dad... Until he can't take it anymore and he hops on a freight train.
We've been married for 17 years now, can't we just be friends?
Let me tell you something about sharing: don't do it. Nothing good ever comes of sharing. Your mother and I shared a bed and nothing good came out of it