"Dammit.
"Hello?" "Mom?" "I'm coming in." "Mom." "Hi there. I'm private first class." "I'm sorry." "You're just a kid."
"I'm 15 almost 16. Fuck you very much." "Sorry. You might've come in." "You already did."
“"Right, yeah. I guess you're right. Sorry."”
"What about my lawyer? I know you're supposed to get me when I want one."
"Hey, whoa. That's just hold on." "What do you think this is?"
“"I know about places like this. Like in Cuba. You can't arrest me. I didn't do anything."”
"Cuba? This isn't Guantanamo. This is the holiday in Express in Bend, Oregon. We took it over. I'm staying here too."
"Actually, you've got a better view than me. I'm on the second floor. Great view of the tents in the parking lot."
"If I'm not arrested, can I go?"
“"I was hoping to ask you a few questions first."”
"But can I go?" "I just want to talk about-" "Is that I know?" "It's not a no. It's just not yet." "You're bad at lying."
"I know." "Listen, can I get you some water before we get started?"
