The Good Old Days Keep Coming.

Grandma: We had lots of animals. Chickens, Pigs, Horses, Ducks....
Bobi: Ok maybe this was a bad Idea.
Justin: Really? You really think so? I think it was just a great idea to tell her that we wanted to hear her life story, she is only 94 years old you idiot.
Bobi: Ok,Ok, but how do we get out of this?
Grandma: We had lots of animals. Chickens, Pigs, Horses, Ducks....
Justin: Judging from the fact that we have heard this story 5 times in the last 45 minutes, I figure she's on a 10 minutes loop, so basically she forgets everything she says and hears every 10 minutes. Follow my lead.
Bobi: Alright.
Justin: Grandma, I have to tell you something...I'm a stripper.
Grandma: A What?
Justin: A stripper.
Grandma: What does that mean?
Justin: I'm a private dancer.
Bobi: Dancer for Money.
Justin: Do what you want me to do.

The Good Old Days.

Bobi: Just remember you had this coming.
Justin: Had what coming?
Bobi: Remember on Christmas when you insulted my face.
Justin: Since you brought that up, when are you planing to do something about that?
Bobi: Yeah...Which is why I told grandma that you wanted to hear all about her growing up on the farm.
Justin: MOTHER FUC....HEY GRANDMA!
(15 minutes into the coversation, leaning over to whisper in Bobi's ear)
Justin: If we ever make it out of here I am going to rip out your uterus with my bare hands.