Nancy: Listen. What you did was not okay. It was dangerous and foolish, and now we're all paying for it.
Shane: Well, that's no way to say thank you.
Shane: I saved your ass. I saved all our asses.
Nancy: Do you even hear yourself? You're a kid. You're supposed to be out playing baseball, not clubbing people to death. I'm the mother. I decide who gets clubbed. I do the clubbing, not you. When you're 18... uh, 21... Feel free to take a stick...
Shane: Croquet mallet!
Nancy: Whatever sporting good you desire! Club whoever you like, go to prison for the rest of your life. But meantime, your only job is to do kid things. Video games, broken curfews, peeps in the microwave. That was my mess to fix, not yours.
Shane: Am I grounded?