NARRATOR: My grandfather, Robert Jebediah Freeman, after a lifetime of odd adventures and strange mishaps, decided to spend his last days in the warm embrace of suburbia. So he moved to his perfect house in his perfect neighborhood. But he was still searching for his perfect woman. For what reason, I have no idea.

LITTLE BOY NAMED HERBERT: I want candy! Damn it, I hate you! You're ruining my life, bitch!

MOTHER OF THE BOY: Please, Herbert, remember our agreement.

HERBERT: Candy! I want candy! Give me candy! Give me candy! I want candy! I want candy and marshmallows! Give it to me! Give it to me!

MOTHER: Herbert...

HERBERT: Oh! And I want pasta!

GRANDDAD: Hm, he sure looks like a handful.

MOTHER: When he gets like this, I just don't know how to make him stop.

HERBERT: I want candy and marshmallows!

GRANDDAD: Have you ever tried beating his ass? *takes his belt off*

MOTHER: What's with the belt? *takes the belt, turns to the boy* The nerve of you in front of these people! You must have lost your goddamn mind!

HERBERT: Mom, stop!

CRISTAL: Not many men would stop to help a woman in need.
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