Bobby:Into my old house. She wants “space”.
Jon:Nope.
Bobby:Nope?
Jon:Fuck no!
Bobby:Fuck no, what?
Jon:Fuck no, she’s not moving out on her own! It’s too dangerous. What the hell is she thinking?
Bobby:Her mind’s pretty well made up, Fart. We don’t get a choice.
Aiden:So we make her safe. We’ll do it up right. Make it safe. Have someone there all the time. When Bean arrives, we’ll help her.
Jon:She’s made up her mind? Definitely?
Bobby:Yeah, and she wants to move this weekend. All hands on deck. We’ll clean the place up, set up some baby furniture and shit.
Jon:She won’t change her mind? You can’t push her out a couple months? Ask Kit to talk her around.
Bobby:No.
Bobby:Kit’s on her side.
Jon:Fuck!