I'm leaving you my phone, Demetrio, with all of my photos,
videos, and voice messages.
When you see someone havin' a hard time, send them one of my messages.
You have to keep them together. It's on you to do what I did.
In other words, try to be me.
I know it's hard.
I know you feel fragile and lost without me around.
I haven't forgotten what happened that day.
Memory number one is for you.
That was the day when I loved you the most.
You were in Ercolano, at your mother's place,
fixing the awnings.
I was in Rome.
That morning, while I was finding out that my first child would be a boy…
…you were falling off the balcony.
Hey.
-Dem? -Mm?
Are you sleeping?
You asshole!
-No, Fausto. Please, don't-- -Let me talk to him.
-Fausto! -What did you do?
I fell off the balcony.
"I fell off the balcony," my ass. Don't listen.
-He jumped off the balcony! -No.
Your mother's in shock, understand? Not speaking!
She's a mute woman!
Dem, when you're finished with this bullshit,
you're coming to Rome with me.
-I'm not going anywhere. -I wasn't asking. You're coming.
-No. -Okay. You talked. Now get out.
All right. I'm leaving. I wanted to unload on this imbecile here.
I came all the way from Rome for this moron!
Go on!
I'm sorry about him.
I didn't get that.
I said, "Go away!"
STORY OF MY FAMILY
What is it?
What happened?
Uh… right now?
Dem, can't it wait till tomorrow morning?
Uh…
I'm out at a bar in Testaccio.
With a guy friend.
Demetrio? Where are you?
Oh my God.
So what happened?
Tell me the truth.
Were you just asleep?
No, I was having dinner with a friend.
-Who is he? -Demetrio, will you tell me what happened?
-It's him. -"Him"? "Him" who?
Fausto. He's fucking with me. See what the light bulb is doing?
Yes, Dem. It just needs to be replaced.
You don't think I tried that, Maria? It did absolutely nothing.
And there are noises.
It's his spirit.
You're just like the Japanese girl. Are there ghosts here too, or what?
You're not well.
Will you sleep here tonight?
No… please, God, no.
Come on!
I left the heat on at my place. I can't stay here.
Then you were at home.
Before going out with my friend.
Maybe you could learn Morse code to interpret what Fausto's saying to you.
Morse code? Line, dash, line? I already sound crazy.
Demetrio, you're not crazy.
You're only coping with your grief, same as the rest of us,
each in our own way.
You see ghosts, but…
-I have other symptoms. -Yeah? Like what?
It's like I've totally lost my sex drive.
I can't feel my pussy anymore.
What's with the face?
I said that on purpose.
-I knew it'd embarrass you. -No, I'm not embarrassed.
Demetrio.
You're not someone who can afford to get depressed.
Really? After all these years, you're still going on about that?
For the last time, Maria, I was fixing an awning for my mother.
I climbed up the ladder, and then I fell off.
I didn't want to kill myself. It was an accident.
There you go. Keep blocking it out.
What am I gonna do in Rome without my piano?
Dem, your piano is a pain in the ass, all right?
Does ten years of music school make me a pain?
Your piano is one of the things that made you depressed. Trust me.
You have enough reasons to take your own life without it.
Yeah? What reasons?
You're unemployed, your dad passed away,
you're madly in love with a woman who doesn't love you back.
Dying is okay, Demetrio. But not from sadness alone.
I'll die however you want.
Just give me a keyboard so I can practice, okay?
No, no, no. At my place, only guitars are allowed.
I don't allow any Mozarts into my home.
What's Mozart got to do with it?
He played the harpsichord, you ignorant ass.
-What, isn't a piano a harpsichord? -You think a piano is a harpsichord?
Yeah.
Pull over. Let me out. Turn on your signal. Let me out.
Wait a second. Stop, stop, stop. Hang on.
Easy does it.
Okay, wait. Take it easy. Hold still.
-See? You flip this up. -Let's close this.
Turn you around.
Hey, asshole! Can't you see he's disabled? Stop honking!
-"Disabled"? -You are disabled.
-We're crossin'. Wait! -I'm not disabled.
All right, you prick, go on through now!
Go ahead if you're in such a hurry, asshole!
Baby?
Demetrio.
Hey, Sarah.
Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you guys.
Especially with you pregnant, but he gave me no choice.
It's great to see you. How are you doing?
I fell off the roof. It was an accident, I swear.
Don't worry about it.
You'll be fine with us. I promise you that.
-Hey. -Hi.
I'll show him around, okay?
And the house tour begins.
-Why are you doing the voice? -You're an idiot.
Good morning.
-Good morning. -How can I help?
Okay, so… I'm here to try and cancel my friend's cell phone plan.
Then tell your friend to come in.
He passed.
Don't you want to check if there's messages first?
Often, people have sent messages
to the person before knowing they've passed.
Then I should… check first?
Yeah, but not right here. Over there.
LIBERO HI
HI, DAD. I MISS YOU.
Hi, Fausto. My name's Veronica. I'm Serena's mom.
My daughter met your son Libero at summer camp in the mountains.
We'll be in Rome in a few days, and Serena would love to see him again.
-So? Should I cancel it? -No. I'll keep it for now.
This restaurant was recommended to me by a colleague.
I apologize if the food wasn't what you like, or--
No, Sergio, you don't… you don't have to apologize.
In fact, it was very kind of you to organize my birthday, wasn't it?
I really liked the food. I thought my burger was good.
Thanks, Ercole.
You, Libero?
Have you decided on the tiramisu?
She just asked you a question. Do you want tiramisu?
Valerio, leave him alone.
Do you want tiramisu?
Will somebody tell him he's just making things worse?
Mom, will you shut up?
You want to ruin my birthday, Valerio? Huh?
-Sure! -Hmm?
Your mother's right. No need to make a scene here.
Can we please just--
You wanna know why I'm like this?
-You wanna hear what he wrote about us? -Did you go through my backpack?
I didn't. I got this straight from your Italian teacher.
-Don't read it. -Oh, we're gonna read it.
Valerio.
Just so everyone knows that Uncle Valerio
isn't crazy.
"Essay."
"Life with My Family"
"It's too noisy at our house. Everybody talks too loud."
"They act cheerful, but they're all always on edge
and very sad. "
"My grandma is an old lady who dresses like a young girl."
"She pretends to look after us, but she couldn't care less."
"All she cares about, is her own business."
"And now she's even got a boyfriend."
"She treats him badly because he's poor
and she'd like to have a rich, handsome man."
You don't treat me badly.
And you're not poor anyway.
"My uncle Valerio can barely read or write."
"He's very ignorant."
"He wants to be head of the family but can't do anything."
"My father didn't trust him when he was alive
because everybody knows my uncle also does drugs."
That's enough.
What? Nothing to say?
Look, Valerio, we're in the middle of the anger phase.
There's no need to add more fuel to the fire.
"Anger phase"? What is that?
I read it in the book that Sergio gave me as a gift.
Oh. What book?
What book, Sergio?
Practical and Psychological Tools for Coping with… with Grief.
-With grief. -Yeah.
What the hell does grief have to do with anything?
He wrote in an essay that I do drugs. Now…
First of all, that's a lie.
But whatever. The important thing is that if anyone reads this,
we could all get in trouble.
Libero, come back. Get back here now!
-Here's the cake. -Well, happy birthday.
-Enjoy. -Thanks, Valerio. Thank you.
Come. Let's sing.
-♪ Happy birthday… ♪ -♪ Day to-- ♪
Happy birthday.
We've got to do something.
Yeah. I know. Demetrio, it's your turn.
-And tell him what? -I don't know. Improvise.
What if I mess up and say the wrong thing?
Then mess up, Demetrio.
Enough with these fixations, all right? Look, repeat after me.
Fixations are bullshit.
All right.
Go!
Everything here is… blue.
Have you noticed?
Everything's blue.
The chairs are blue, the sofas are blue. It's all… blue.
What are you saying?
Try something else.
I, uh…
I checked your dad's phone and… found a message
from the mom of one of your friends.
What friend is that?
Serena, you know her?
Serena from summer camp in the mountains?
-The one in Asiago? -Yeah.
Then it's her. Yeah, I think it's her.
Uh, her mom said in the message that they'll be in Rome
in the next few days.
-They want to see you. -Yeah, that's great.
Can you take me there?
-Uh, take you? -Yeah.
-S… sure. -Okay.
-Okay? -Yeah.
We're having rice and cabbage again?
What do you want from me now? It's good. It's healthy.
I'm sick of it.
Fine, we'll eat that again today.
-My goodness. -Oh, by the way.
Next week, you're starting work.
I still have physical therapy.
In the morning, you'll do physical therapy
and work with me in the afternoon.
As if I'd want to be a real estate agent.
-So what do you want to do, Dem? -Nothing. I want to go back home.
Dem, I love you, but all you'll do is jump off the roof again.
Again with this bullshit?
Bullshit, huh? Don't you dare deny it.
It was just…
-Baby! -Hello.
-Hey, baby. Rice and cabbage again. -Really?
It's healthy. It's good. What more do you want?
-Hey. -Hello.
-You want to see the baby? -Oh, yeah!
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
-Is his head supposed to be that big? -It's not big. It's normal.
-You see what I mean? -You're crazy. It's normal.
And maybe this is his little ding-a-ling.
No, you didn't just call it a "ding-a-ling."
Then what do you call it?
-A ding-dong? -It doesn't matter, baby.
-You like it? -I love it so much.
Mm.
-How did you do it? -Do what?
Get the life you have.
She's funny, pretty, and she loves you. How did you do that?
-Sheer luck, my friend. -No, it's not luck.
It is. It's luck, Demetrio. I'm not smart.
You gotta be a bit dumb to be happy, you know?
-What are you, again? -Sad.
That's because you're smart.
You see, it's very straightforward.
When are you coming back?
-I don't know. -Have fun!
You think we should bring Ercole?
-No. -We could take the subway.
What if they want to go on a tour of Rome, though?
The subway's great. There's always so much traffic.
It's really busy at this hour.
-Demetrio. -What?
-Let's not make a bad impression. -What does that mean?
That we don't have to be sad about my dad and everything else.
Let's just try to be nice, okay?
Oh, of course.
We'll give it a shot.
There she is.
Go on.
-How are you? -Fine.
-Hi! -Hi.
Hey there. I'm Veronica. And you're Fausto, right?
That's right. He's my dad, yeah.
Serena has told me so much about you, Libero.
And about you. Your son talks a lot about you.
-Oh yeah? -Yeah.
-So where are we headed? -Well, that's, uh…
For us to figure out.
-Sure. -'Kay?
-Ready? -Yeah.
First, I take the coin, I put it in my hand,
then I wave over it, and the coin disappears.
-Wow, that was really good. -My dad taught me that one.
So then… are you separated too?
-Yes. -Hmm.
And you manage with two children? Look at you.
Well…
You know, I just jump in. I jump into things headfirst, I guess.
-When in doubt, I say, "Let yourself go!" -Mm!
Yeah. If I've learned anything in this life, it's uh… I mean…
Well, if you want to be happy, then you can't be too smart. You know?
-That's true. -Yep.
Whoa, what happened here?
Oh, Sarah. Forgive me for the mess. I'm sorry.
I have permission from Fausto.
He told me to look in here for a suit, and I found one.
Now I'm just hoping there's a shirt to go with it.
It's for a work thing, you know? Yeah…
Of course, try on whatever you like.
Thanks.
-You're eating here tonight? -Yeah, I thought I would.
I think we could get ourselves some roast chicken and potatoes.
-Why not? That's fine by me. -Fucking cabbage.
Fucking cabbage, yeah.
All right, uh… I'll put my shoes on, and we'll go.
Okay, okay.
This one…?
Nah.
Hmm. Maybe this.
What's that?
Oh, I'm sorry, Sarah. Uh…
I took it. I suppose it must be yours.
It was… It was in here. It was…
-You found it in there? -Yeah, I'll put it right back.
-Give it to me. -Oh.
Fucking dick!
Sarah, everything okay? What's going on!? Whoa!
-Who is she? -"She?"
-The girl he's screwing! -What girl?
Who's the cunt that brought this in my house?
How the hell should I know?
Is he fucking another girl? Yes or no?
I swear he's not. No! No! No!
Fucking piece of shit!
Fucking cunt!
Sarah!
Sarah, answer me!
Sarah.
Look, I swear to you.
I don't know if he's cheating,
but I know he's in love with you.
I've never seen him so in love with anyone.
I just remembered it's mine.
Wait, it's yours?
I remember it now.
Sometimes I have these attacks.
It's like all of a sudden, I drift away from myself,
and I don't recognize my home or any people.
One time, I couldn't even recognize my own face in the mirror.
But ever since I've been with Fausto, I've been fine.
Do you believe me?
But when I found out that I was pregnant, I had to stop taking my medication.
I'm sorry this had to happen when you were home.
Whatever you do, don't tell Fausto what happened here today.
Okay.
Hey, don't run. Slow down!
Anyway, if you guys ever find yourselves in Modena, we'd be delighted to see you.
I mean, I know I'd like to see you again.
Well, I'd like to see you again too, Veronica.
I was born on Tiber Island, wasn't I?
You? Yeah.
I showed her the pictures.
How cute!
You were so cute. Come on, now. It's time to say goodbye.
Yes, same here. Serena, let's go.
Okay. We'll see you in Modena. Hmm? Bye.
-Bye, Vero. -Bye.
-See you.
-See you, Libero. -Bye.
-Bye, Serena. -Bye.
You like her, don't you?
Are you in love with her?
Go on and tell her.
Listen, Libero, if you don't go tell her right now, you'll regret it
for the rest of your life. Okay?
So, listen to me. Run and tell her right now how you feel.
Go on. Go on. Go!
Serena!
Where is she?
-Hey, Lucia. -Hey.
-What beautiful flowers. -Sergio gave them to me. Aren't they nice?
-Pretty. -He invited me to dinner.
-What should I do? -Hmm?
You don't need my permission. If you want to go…
-Is Ercole still out? -No, Val couldn't take him to music class.
What do you mean, he couldn't?
-I even said I wanted to-- -I don't know, Maria.
He just said that it was too late and he couldn't go anymore.
Poor kid. Where is he now?
He's looking for pictures of his dad in the bedroom closet.
Valerio!
Where is he?
-Valerio? -Yeah?
Why didn't you call me? I would have taken Ercole to music class.
Uncle Valerio? Do you know what this is for?
-Let's-- -I found it in the closet under a blanket.
Give me that.
-There's a button that turns it on. -Oh yeah? Where?
Where did that come from?
-Is it yours? -Sorry?
-Does that belong to you? -No.
Well, if it isn't yours, whose is it?
Seriously, Mom. There's a child in the house.
I've never seen that thing in my life, Valerio.
What is it?
We can't tell you what it is, dear. How do you switch this off?
A woman at your age? You should be ashamed.
-Mom! Come on! -No. You don't get to talk to me that way.
Then tell me whose it is. It's not mine. It's not Fausto's.
-Who the fuck is that?! -Go fuck yourself, Valerio!
Are you being serious?
For crying out loud, would it… kill you to try being nice?
Suppose this thing is your mom's, what's the problem?
Maria, can I be honest for a second? And I mean no disrespect.
But this patronizing tone of yours is extremely fucking annoying.
Okay so… is this something you use to cook?
Thank you.
Thanks
Dem, you're doin' great, but you have to be more sincere.
You win over your clients by telling the truth. By being yourself.
But I'm not myself dressed like this.
It's a luxury apartment, but regulated by the Cultural Heritage Act.
So its walls can't be torn down, okay?
-Demè? -It's Sarah. Says you're not answering.
Tell her I'm at work. I can't answer her now.
She wants to know if you're taking her
to the ultrasound appointment tomorrow morning.
We did that yesterday.
Jesus, man, her due date is a week away.
She has to go in for an ultrasound every day.
All right. I'll answer her later. Demetrio, this woman's a billionaire.
-Who is? -Anastasia Bakar, Dem.
-Who's that? -Our client is Anastasia Bakar.
She's a billionaire. She was Miss Estonia in '99.
Now she's a world-famous photographer, as well as being a sex toy entrepreneur.
And what the fuck do I care?
-Go on. -What do I say?
The renovation, the restraints, the being sincere.
So, I…
I really can't stand this tie, ma'am. Can I take it off?
Go ahead. What about you? Do you like ties?
No, I can't stand them either. Not at all.
-Christ Dem. What the fuck? -Shh!
-Okay. -Shut up.
I'll take the apartment.
-Ah! -It worked.
But I have an idea.
Let's take some photos.
-Uh… photos? -I'll give you both 500 euros.
-We'll do the photos. We'd love to. -We would?
-Of course. -Take off your clothes.
-Naked? -Yeah. Naked.
No, we can't do that. No, no.
-Dem, don't be a pain in the ass. -No way!
-Are you embarrassed? -Naked?
-Five hundred euros. -He'd rather not?
-No. -No. He's just a little shy, that's all.
I think, to start…
Uh… I'll give this to you.
-Hold it. -I'll hold it. Wow.
Stalingrad. Do you like the name of my new sex toy?
Oh, um, uh, very much. I do. Do you like Stalingrad?
And… what's your name?
Demetrio.
-Dimitrio. -No.
Now, what I'd like you to do is… take your right hand
and grab his dick with it.
While he will grab onto yours.
-N… -No, uh…
Wait a sec. So… I grab onto his dick with my hand, and he…
I don't get it.
That's right. It's like… You're making an X with your arms.
No, ma'am. No X. It's not happening. No way.
-Take it off, man. -Get your hands off!
-Take it off! -Get your hands off of me. I said no.
Give us a minute, okay? Just one minute.
-One minute. Give us one minute. -No minute.
Get your hands off of me! What the fuck are we doing?
Will you shut up? Look, I get it. You're ashamed. It's normal.
Let's go in there and tell her, "No dick holding." All right?
Fausto, let's just go.
We're having fun. What do you care? Why are you spoiling everything now?
Fausto.
-Hey. -Are you cheating on your wife?
-What's that got to do with it? -I mean, she's home alone.
She's giving birth in a week, and you're out here holding dicks?
-You're a sad person, man. -Better sad than a piece of shit.
Dem, you've stayed with me three months. I got you work, and I'm the piece of shit?
-Can't you see that Sarah is struggling? -Sarah is… Sarah is perfectly fine.
Once Libero's born, she'll be even better. All right? That's it.
-Fausto, come with me. -Go on, Dem.
Fausto, don't fuck this up.
Demetrio, go.
Go on.
-Ugh, finally. You're back. -Where is everybody?
Everyone's locked away in their bedrooms. Nobody's talking to each other.
-And Maria? -She left.
It all happened because of that stupid vibrator.
What vibrator?
It's this long thing that helps men and women make themselves feel good.
But when they're all grown up and finished with high school.
Maria told me about it.
When you see someone having a hard time,
send them one of my messages.
Use them like an antiaircraft missile against sadness.
When they least expect it, bam!
Send them a message. A surprise arrow of love.
You have to be like Cupid. Dumb, dumb, dumb Cupid.
Is that from Dad?
-Do you want to hear it together? -Yeah.
Memory number one for Libero and Ercole.
Camping in Sperlonga.
We stayed on the beach until evening, and we were the only ones there.
Ercole, you turned on the music and started dancing.
That way you like to dance, that silly way.
And Libero, even though you are usually embarrassed,
you started dancing too.
♪ Walking up to me, expecting ♪
♪ Words, it happens all the time ♪
♪ Present company excepted ♪
Memory number six for Valerio.
We were under the porticoes, Valerio.
We were going home after your first communion,
and a huge Rottweiler looked at me and started chasing after me.
There's only one thing I'm scared of. Dogs.
Even though you were only eight years old, you shouted at it, and it stopped.
Hey! Stop!
♪ Present company… ♪
Valerio, when you were only eight years old,
you saved my life.
Never forget that.
You're not afraid of dogs. You're not afraid of anything.
Protect my boys for me.
♪ Present company expected… ♪
Does my wig look good? Is it straight?
Mom, during Carnival 30 years ago,
we spent a lot of time together because you didn't have a boyfriend.
And trust me, trust me, those were happy days.
You dressed up like Raffaella Carrà,
and you made me dress up like Inspector Derrick.
You chose the costumes, but I was happy because I had you all to myself.
That Carnival, you were the best mom in the world.
Spend time with the boys.
Just like you did with me on that Carnival.
Memory number nine for Maria and Demetrio.
That night, when we drank so much on the way to the San Pasquale Sanctuary.
You okay, Maria?
Maria, you got out of the car to pee while Demetrio held your hands.
Take my hand.
You slipped and ended up on your ass in the nettles.
You were beautiful, guys.
Laughing till you cried with your ass in the nettles.
♪ It works just like a need… ♪
Guys, when you feel like everything's goin' wrong, just dance.
'Cause when you dance, your sadness disappears.
Hey, turn that down!
Hey, man! Turn it down!
♪ Then give me just a bit of your time ♪
♪ Arguments are made for make-outs ♪
♪ So give it just… ♪
Let's dance. What the hell.
♪ We've got to bring our resources ♪
♪ I wanna play it till the time comes ♪
Come to Uncle! Come to Uncle! Come to Uncle! Come to Uncle!
♪ Just go and throw your little hands up ♪
Oh my God, it's Sergio.
Sergio, Sergio.
-Hi. -Hey. Sorry.
I'm sorry, Sergio, but tonight… I think I'd rather just be with my family.
Eh?
-Should we plan on doing it tomorrow? -No, I'm sorry.
Uh, I don't think we should.
I need to pull myself together.
There are things I just can't do anymore.
Things like what?
Come on, Sergio. Do I really need to spell it out for you?
I don't want you to feel like you have to do a thing.
We can always just be friends.
I've heard that one. Friendship.
Well, just call me if you want, and we'll get together. Mm-hmm?
And if you don't call, I won't be offended.
In all these years, I've never met a man like you before.
You're a wonderful person.
Demetrio?
Yeah?
Not to alarm you, but I think I need to go to the hospital.
Sorry, did you say "hospital"? You mean… Should I call Fausto?
Yes. No rush okay?
Yeah. No rush.
No rush, my ass.
The number you are trying to reach is--
He's not answering. What do I do? I'll take you there.
Where is Fausto?
-Fausto? Oh my… -Dem, you called me 40 times. What is it?
-Sarah's water broke. Her water broke. -Wait, what the fuck are you saying?
Yes, Fausto, yes. We had to rush her to the hospital.
How's Sarah?
She's in the operating room.
-Okay, but is she all right? -I think so.
Will you just tell me, is she okay, or is she not okay?
Yes, she is, but you have to hurry, Fausto. Move it.
All right. I'm coming. I'll be there as fast as I can.
I'll see you soon.
You asshole! You fucking asshole! You're a fucking asshole!
Jesus fucking Christ, man.
I'm such a fucking asshole.
All right, are you the baby's father?
No, ma'am, like I said earlier, I'm not his dad. I'm not even--
It doesn't matter. Just cradle your arms for me.
-Uh, cradle? -Cradle.
-Like this? -Okay, don't be afraid now.
Okay. Oh my God. Oh my…
Hi. Hi, Libero.
No. Don't you cry, Libero. Don't cry.
Hey. Hey there. Hey there. Hey there. Hey there. Hey there. Hey there.
Hey? Yeah.
That's it. That's it.
So? Was he born?
Well, yeah.
God damn it.
You're late.
-Where is he? Can I see him? -No, you can't see him until tomorrow.
We started taking those photos
and, well, it took a long time in the end. So…
We couldn't reach you for four hours. How many fucking photos did you take?
Yeah. We took quite a few, actually.
But…
she gave me this.
Not that thing again.
She sells these for 1,500 euros.
I don't wanna know anything about it. Please just put that thing away.
-Have you seen the baby yet? -Yep.
Tell me.
He looks like his mother.
-That's good. -Mm-hmm.
-Really good. -Mm-hmm.
So are we still friends, at least, "Dimitrio"?
I like "Dimitrio."
Why did you send me a message from Fausto?
I love you.
Why'd you do that?
It's what you said. "No fixations."
I said, "Fixations are bullshit."
Who is it?
-Hold on. -Who is it?
-Sarah. She wants to see the kids.
-Sarah? -Yeah.
She can't just show up here.
-What should we do? -Ercole!
Ercole?
-Mom's downstairs. -Mom? How?
-Yeah, Mom's here. Let her come up. -Wait, buddy. We have to ask first.
No, please. If she can't, then let me go down.
-No way. -What should we do, Val?
-Grandma, please let her in. -I know, sweetie.
Enough. I'll take care of it.
Valerio!
Val… Oh God.
-Hey, Sarah. -Hello.
-How are you? -Fine.
Can I come in and see my kids?
-No. -And why not?
Because we've been told that's not possible.
Let me listen too, please.
Don't insist. You'll just make this harder.
You goddamn son of a bitch, Val. What gives you the right to decide?
They're my children!
Bye, Sarah.
Val, you're a piece of shit! You're just like your brother!
Fuck!
ASSHOLE 're a piece of shit! You're just like your brother!