Well my dad isn't here and if he is, then he's going to have to get used to the idea that I can protect myself. That he raised me to be able to do that.

[It's not Barry or the shoes fault that a nerve has been touched but they're going to get the brunt of it for the moment. In that her reply is a little snippy and she all but throws yet another shoe that doesn't fit halfway across the room.]

The two of you have used that excuse for way too long now. It's stopping here. Right now.