I want to, Larry. I want to stop bein' such a stupid son of a bitch.

[Thinking he could take in such an unconventional pet, keep it happy, keep Larry happy, keep everyone content to live under this roof in some mutant form of idyllic domesticity. You should've known better, Newendyke. He turns to sit on the top step, hands out, palms up.]

I swear to God I'm not tryin' to fuck everything up. I'm not.

[He worries the old man might start believing the kid sabotages things to keep from growing too attached to something so good that he might not have back home.]