Cissy: Did you build that half-pipe?
Butchie:No, mom. You did.
Cissy: (Screaming and crying)And what you did was blow smoke in the phone! Yeah ma, be right there ma, sorry I couldn't help ma! I didn't even tell Shaunie you were coming over because I knew what the odds were. Where's my dad grams, where's my dad? Now you want him to break his neck.