You will remain my son, but only on official paperwork.

You have grown up and your body has changed, yet your mind remains underdeveloped. You channel all your energy into trivial pursuits, driven by a sexual urge that dominates a mind devoid of knowledge or culture; your passion is spying on women—whether they are close acquaintances or family members—intent only on satisfying your desires without a thought for the consequences.What? I didn't quite catch that—why are you so flustered, and why are you struggling to speak?
I'm turning my back to you while I listen.
I know my bra is off, and the top of my butt crack was exposed when I took off my skirt...
Look, I don't have time; I'm not interested in talking to you right now—maybe another day.
And I turn around, and you're still there, you son of a...
Come on, turn around—so you don't get too good a look at the hair at the top of my pubic area—and go back to your room to study.
Hurry up!