(street sounds; door opens and closes; sounds of baby crying and television) Mother: that's right! that's all you do, just sit in front of the tv! Father: hey, don't break my balls, shut up already! Mother: you're not gonna help! I gotta deal with your kids and that loser son of yours... Father: I work hard all day and I gotta deal with your sh**! (sound of gla** breaking) Mother: what do you f**in' think you're doing? what are you doing? ! Father: how do you like that? ! Mother: what do you think you're doing? Father: how do you like that? ! Mother: you f**ing animal! Father: I told you to shut the hell up! Mother: don't you ruin my kitchen! I'm sick of this! I want out! I want out! Father: get the f** outta here! Mother: I can't stand this! you and your lousy f**ing kids! Father: hey, how do you like that you b**h? (more gla** breaking) Mother: don't you destroy my kitchen! Father: hey, I'll destroy your world! Mother: f** you! you piece of sh**! now get out of here you pig! Father: yeah, get outta here...you! Mother: you and your f**ing loser son! (door slams) I'm outta here! i'm Not dealing with nothing anymore! you piece of sh**! I want out! I want out! (kid breathes heavily; turns on stereo) Mother: get outta here! get outta here! I can't take this anymore!! (sound of bathroom door opening and closing; bathtub water turned on) Mother: I want you outta here! right this minute! I gotta use the Bathroom! whatta you doin' in there? ! you goin' through my makeup? it's my Bathroom, I gotta use it! don't touch my tampons! it's my bathroom, I work Hard to keep it clean, I can use it whenever I want! (sound of kid slitting wrists; brief cry of pain) Mother: it's my bathroom! (sound of blood dripping into the bathtub; door opens) Mother: oh, oh, oh my god! oh jesus christ! no! nooooooooo!!!!!!!! ooooh myyyy gooood!!!! (dripping continues)