Changing the dialogue from the orginal, to argument seen in TED 2:


ONE WEEK LATER:

"Alright.. Try not to be too sarcastic, least till he gets too know you.. The slightest thing could blow his fuse" Carly warned.

"Hey, I've been living with Saten, most of my life, I think I can handle your dad" Derpy said, entering the house.

"Suure.. Let me just dial 9-1, to save time" Carly said to herself.

"Oh please, he can't be THAT bad" Derpy said, closing the front door behind her.


INSIDE THE HOUSE:

Michael is seen reading bills. Excessively large bills under Amanda's name as she's cooking diner.

"What the fuck you doing Amanda!?" Michael cried angrily.

"I'm curing cancer.. I'm cooking your fucking steak. What do you think I'm doing!?" Amanda cried angrily.

"You're bleeding us dry is what I think you're doing. Look at this. $129 at Filene's Basement. What are you buyin' over there, Amanda? Gold bars!?"

"I need clothes for work. All right!" Amanda cried.

"What do you mean!? You wear a smock! You're a fucking cashie-" Michael cried angrily

"You should fucking talk, no, no your just buying expensive drugs for Packie!" Amanda cried angrily.

"I WAS talking! Just now, until you interrupted m-" Michael shouted.

(Tracy and Amanda walk in, and slowly back away, back to their bedrooms)

"I HAVE to interrupt you! Or else I never get to fucking say anything!"

"Are you gonna let me finish talking? You're always cutting me off! Are you gonna let me finish talking!?" Michael shouted angrily.

"You're acting like an asshole!" Amanda shouts.

"What am I acting like, Amanda!? What am I acting like!?"

"LIKE AN ASSHOLE!" Amanda screams.

"You don't got to dress like Elizabeth Taylor to put a yam in a plastic bag!" Michael shouts angrily.

"I am the face of the business, okay!"

"THE FACE OF THE BUSINESS!? Jesus Christ! Listen to you! You're delusional!" Michael shouts angrily.

"I should've married Robert! I really should've!" Amanda shouted.

"Fine! Fine! Go torture that asshole!" Michael shouted.

"He treated me good. And... He had a dick! He had an AWESOME dick!" Amanda shouts

"NEWS FLASH! Midwestern whore has seen Italian penis!"

"What the fuck did you just call me, fucker? - What did you fucking say!?" Amanda shouted, grabbing a frying pan.

"I said Midwesten who- (the frying pan nearly hits him and he jumps off the table he was sitting on) WHAT THE FUCK!?"

"CALL ME A WHORE!?" Amanda screaed, throwing things at him.

"OH, YOU WANNA THROW SHIT!?" Michael screamed.

"Yeah, I wanna fucking throw shit!" Amanda shouted.

"LETS THROW SHIT!" Michael screamed, smashing a beer against the wall.

"Oh, I'm scared, I'm really fucking scared of you!" Amanda shouted sarcastically.

Michael throws down the entire table.

"FUCK YOU!"

"FUCK YOU RIGHT BACK!" Amanda screamed, leaving the room.

Neighbour (off view): SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Michael opens the window, shouting, "YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Neighbor: COME DOWN HERE AND MAKE ME TOUGH GUY!

"WHY DON'T YOU COME UP HERE, TOUGH GUY!" Micheal screams.

Neighbor: I'M GONNA COME UP THERE AND KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS!

"WELL GET YOUR ASS UP HERE AND TRY IT ASSHOLE!" Michael screams.

A woman opens her window shouting at both of them in a foreign language.

Michael: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

NEIGHBOUR: PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!

The woman slams shut the window.

Neighbor: I'm really sorry!

Michael: Oh god, me two!

Neighbor: She's worse than us!

Michael: Yes, she is our enemy now!

Neighbor: Good night

"Good night" Michael said, closing the window.

Derpy walks in.

"Excuse me, are you Micha-"

"BURGLAR!" Michael screamed, grabbing a knife off the counter.

"Hey! Hey! Calm down!" Derpy cried, but suddenly Michael tackles her onto the ground, holding a knife on her.

"STATE YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS! OR I CUT YOU!" Michael threatened, but suddenly he was tackled off her.

Michael was about to attack, but saw it was Carly, so stopped.

"She's with me" Carly said, trying to calm Michael down.

"Has he been drinking?" Derpy asked, waving her hand over her bloody nose.

"Yeah, sorry about that, but I DID warn you" Carly said.

"Well, it's not like I'm not use to it" Derpy admitted.

Michael got back up.

"No offence Carly, but I don't work with Amateurs" Michael said.

"Hey, she's no amateur.. Or if she is, she's a g-"

"Gifted Amateur? Now your just quoting me" Michael joked.

"I'm serious, she and her cou-"

"Her cousin!? How many dose she have?"

"Saten and I work as a team.. Our childhood friend Glaze works for us two" Derpy said.

"So.. Where are your so called sidekicks than, huh?" Michael said, somehow annoyed.

"The three of them work for Johnny at the moment, so, their doing a heist with him.. Glaze isn't really a fighter, she's sometimes a hacker, but mainly a locksmith" Carly said.

'Hacker/locksmith? That WOULD be pretty useful" Michael admitted.

"Plus I like her name" Carly chuckled.

"Yes, it's a beautiful name.. But still.. I need to see all 3 of them, if I'm gonna use them" Michael said.

"Sure.. I'll call Johnny" Carly said, grabbing her phone out.

"bring Pinkie" Derpy insisted.

"Good idea, I'll call her two" Carly replied.

"Pinkie? Why? I thought she went quite?" Michael asked.

"She tried.. But Lazlow keeps getting involved with criminals, and she's having trouble finding 'normal' work, she doesn't have a lot of skills.. She still dose the occasional job.. Our new friends work for Pinkie as well, Johnny treats her as the second in command, unless I'm there, than she's 3rd in command" Carly said.

"Fine, fine, bring her.. But tell her to hurry" Michael said.