Dr. Foster: Would you please tell your son to stop?
Ned's Dad: We can't do it, man! That's discipline! That's like
tellin' Gene Krupa not to go [starts banging on the desk]
"boom boom bam bam bam, boom boom bam bam bam, boom boom
boom bam ba ba ba ba, da boo boo tss!"
Ned's Dad: We don't believe in rules, like, we gave them up when we
started livin' like freaky beatniks!
Dr. Foster: You don't believe in rules, yet you want to control Ned's
anger.
Ned's Mom: Yeah. You gotta help us, Doc. We've tried nothin' and
we're all out of ideas.
Ned's Dad: We can't do it, man! That's discipline! That's like tellin' Gene Krupa not to go [starts banging on the desk] "boom boom bam bam bam, boom boom bam bam bam, boom boom boom bam ba ba ba ba, da boo boo tss!"
Ned's Dad: We don't believe in rules, like, we gave them up when we started livin' like freaky beatniks!
Dr. Foster: You don't believe in rules, yet you want to control Ned's anger.
Ned's Mom: Yeah. You gotta help us, Doc. We've tried nothin' and we're all out of ideas.