CONTROL FREAK
SEAN is possessive, jealous, and controlling. He is very afraid of being betrayed or made to look foolish.
That guy was rubbing up against you. What was that? That is not what I want to see my girlfriend doing with some random guy. Who is he? Do you know him? What the hell do you think you’re doing? I’m standing right here. You need some manners. Step back and think before you go doing dirty things like that with some other guy.
Yeah, I said dirty! You weren’t, like, ballroom dancing! You were grinding up against him. That is not a thing I want to see. Do you understand that? Do you know what something like that does to me? It makes me mad. It makes me real mad. I don’t know. I don’t know about you.
If you want me to stick around, maybe we ought to make some rules. Like do not do that! It’s simple. You have to respect me. Hey, if you don’t know how to do that, I’ll tell you how. I’ve got no problem with that. But you’d better listen because I am not going to take that kind of behavior. That has got to stop.
LUCY needs to be the center of attention on most occasions, and today is her birthday. When she spots a friend flirting with a guy she likes, she is not happy.
This is my party. Mine. You don’t get to flirt with the guys I like. It’s my birthday. Get it? This is my time. Not yours! How can you be so selfish? I’m not going to let you or anyone ruin my day. So you can just get out now.
I’m serious! Go! I don’t want you here. You’re ruining my day. I want to feel good today. I’m supposed to be the center of attention. And you are ruining everything, so you need to go.
We were friends, Jenna. We’re not friends now. I can’t be friends with someone who’d try to screw up my birthday party.
I am serious! You need to go! OK, fine! If you will stop being a jerk, I will let you stay. But if I so much as see you looking at a guy I like, you are out of here. I am serious, Jenna. This is my day, and I’ll be damned if I let you spoil it.
JARED recently bought a car with the earnings from his after-school job. This is the first thing he’s ever bought with his own money, and he does not want anyone or anything to touch it, including his father and his tools.
Dad, don’t touch my car. I hate to put it like that, but this is my car. I worked for it; I paid for it. I know you mean well, I do, but I want to be responsible for this. I want it to be all mine. Can you understand that? Well, I appreciate the effort and the advice and all, but, uh, how can I put this? You are not a mechanic, Dad. Don’t get mad! I don’t mean it like that. It didn’t come out right. I just mean you are not the best person at fixing cars. OK, that didn’t sound right, either. I know I’m not an expert! I didn’t say I was! All I know is every time you “fix” my car, it always runs worse afterward. It’s true! I’m sorry to have to tell you the truth. Maybe I am ungrateful. But the point is, this is my car. And if I’m going to make mistakes and run it into the ground, I want it to be my mistake. Just don’t touch my car, OK? I don’t touch yours. I’m sorry to say it like that, Dad, but you just don’t listen to me.
I’m not kidding! Put the tools down, Dad.