"I think I'm lonely," Cal tells Marsha. "I'm a man. I'm an animal. I'm a motherf*cking rottweiler. Do you know how many men I've f*cked? Aaron, do you know how many men I've f*cked? Guess. I had sex with a man for the first time when you were in your mom's belly. . . . Here's the thing. If I said tonight that I went to the strip club and I picked up a real grade-A piece of ass, huge tits, shaved p*ssy, and I f*cked the sh*t out of her in my truck, you wouldn't be one-tenth as appalled as you are right now. You wouldn't be here saying, 'Dad, what are you talking about? Don't say that in front of Mom.'"
He continues, "I'm a man. I'll f*ck whoever I want, whenever I want. I'll f*ck men, I'll f*ck women, I'll f*ck transexuals, and I'll have a mighty fine time doing it. I eat what I kill. I'm a f*ggot, a sexist, chaser, pig, f*cking creep, and I love it. Living a double life, not my biggest regret, [Nate is]."
Cal proceeds to air out Aaron's dirty laundry when it comes to his porn choices and calls Nate a "mystery."
"I have a problem, but the reason I have a problem is this family. That's why. I'm not allowed to form an emotional connection, and I'm an emotional guy. You f*ckers backed me into a corner, but you know what? I think you set me free. So, this is farewell," he says as he exits his home.
