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(piano playing) (wrong notes striking) (upbeat music playing) (exhales) (both giggling) (exhaling) laura: honey, you sent in all the deposit checks, right? kyle: yeah, i think so. laura: what do you mean, "you think so"?
kyle: i mean, well, i sent a lot of checks. i think i sent them all. the wedding cake check? sent it. okay, the photographer? sent it. okay, the hotel for my parents? the band? brought that one to them, yeah. okay.
yeah. the tent?and judge townsend? well, honey, the tent. i don't know about. you forgot the tent check? i... (in panic) why would...why did you forgetthe tent check? why? i forgot?i forgot. you can't play around with these tent people. you can't. you can't play around with them.
i know, i've been dealing with them. and believe me, i'm not playing with them. kyle, i have been doing all this by myself, okay? i know. i have beenbusting my ass. i have done absolutely everything. everything, everything,everything, everythingby myself, okay. everything has beenon my own, okay?
i've been doing it all! i bet you didn'tforget the bachelorparty checks. okay, is that what this is about? cause we could talk about it. no! no! let's go over it again. no, it's okay. no, no, no. i'm just saying that i'm sure that those checks found their wayto the mailbox, that's all.
i wouldn't know. it amazes me, you know,it really amazes me how you and your little fun bunch can become so organized when it comes to mobilizing to vegas. it's not me doing it. it's them handling it all. and i'm sure that boyd is the creative force behind all of this. yeah, boyd's organizing the whole thing. robert boyd is a big sack of hot gas. (cell phone ringing)
robert boyd. tina! great, okay,here's the deal. we're talkin' five guys. nice guys, tina, my friends. well, i'm calling you directly so you don't have to go through the agency. hey, could you please not enter the house. that's correct. cash straight to you. (people chattering) can you hold on?
could you please wait off the property? we're just tryin' to sneak a peek. well, just stay off the property until i'm off the phone. why? 'cause that's the way we do it. chop, chop. woman: honey, let's go. so, it's five guys, 900 bucks, just dancing, anything else is extra.
are you in? it's just how i feel. i feel that at some point in time, you're gonna have to re-evaluate some of your friendships. whoa. okay. specifically who? charles moore. you don't like moore? i just don't see him in the big picture. okay. but, realize,
i've known him since the third grade. laura: well, he's weird. kyle: he's quiet. laura: he's weird. kyle: honey, he just doesn't talk a lot. laura: why, i mean, is he mildly retarded? he never speaks. kyle: he's a mechanic. well, he's weirdkyle, and frankly,i really... i expect more from you.
yeah, okay, what? you expect more what? you are gonna be hung over for three days like those guys on oprah, who get drunk andhave disgusting sexwith prostitutes and then they goahead and they justsay their vows. they say their vows with the stench of cheap hotel whore sex all over them. that's absurd. listen to yourself! it's vile, kyle! it's not vile!
i've seen iton television. i'm not gonna marry you with the cheap smell of hotel whore sex... i am not to be common, kyle, okay? i am a creature like no other. i know that. i am a creature like no other. and i will not, i will not be common, do you understand me? is that too much to ask, kyle? is it too much to ask?
you won't be common! honey, take this. are we going to eat, or am i just gonna... honey! do you love me? of course... i love you. of course, i love you. how much? i love you with all my heart.
kiss me. michael: it's just insecurity. kyle: i don't know,she's just reallybeen stressing. insecurity, nut gnawing, gut splitters. what does that mean? it meansshe's insecure. about what? about... (phone ringing)
mike berkow.just a second,all right, big man. 14.3, thank you. 17.5. 46. 29.83. at nine. look at him,i'm amazedthat the windows don't blow out of their fuckin' sockets with all the ass-puckering rage in these soulless lizards. i just want herto be happy. same alarm clockevery morning, same two pops on the same snooze button.
same shower, towel, toothbrush, razor, blazer, hair pump, gel spray, it's a fuckin'... woman: the beatrice accounts. it's an epidemic, fisher. you're getting married,baby bub. i'm it gonna candy coat it,it just gets worse. it's an 18-wheelcement truck that's gonna crushevery bone inyour big body. well, i'm not breathin'right lately, either.
of course, you're not. i just start gettin' like light headed and dizzy. and then, next thing i know, i realize i haven't breathed in two minutes. that's becauseyou're in it... hey, hey, hey. we're leaving from my house in three hours, okay. if you wanna come, you better get your numbers in order by then. all right, first of all... no "first of all." i'm not in a game mood, okay?
we were havinga conversation, okay.you never said "excuse me." i'm sorry. fisher, i'm sorry. that's all right, we'll be there, adam. i know you'll be ready. michael, three hours. michael: okay. all right. look at that big, blind, gawky bitch-boy. well, he's your brother. freaks me out, man,you know that? panic junkie. i wanna smack him.
(phone ringing) i don't deserve that. kyle fisher. (crying)we've got problems. problems? seating problems. okay, well... okay, first they said,it was understood that we were supposedto have gold trimpadded seats, right?
and now they'retrying to tell me that there's some sort of misunderstanding. and that now we can't have padded ones. okay, so what kind of seats can we have, then? non-padded ones! so what do we do about it? well, you're gonna go down there. go down to where? you're gonna go down andyou're gonna straight outthose chair people.
what! honey, i'm going to vegas in three hours. i need your help! i'll call from the road. do you love me? more than i ever imagined i can ever love anyone. straighten out these chairs? okay listen, we're leaving from adam's. why don't you come down and see me off? maybe.
lois: timmy, adam, jr.,take a good look at this. and notice how clean cut and well behaved they all appear. respectable membersof modern society. adam: that's us. lois: okay, boys. smile! timmy: smile, dad, smile! smile! smile, smile, smile, and all right!
as you were! lois: all right, goodbye, i love you. i love you, have a really, really good lime. listen, drive safe. i'll be back tomorrow. lois: no, hey, hey, hey. no, no, don't let anybody smoke in the car because adam, jr. gets sick, okay? did you hear that, boyd? no smoking! i'm so serious! give me the keys,would ya? i'll drive.come on. not on your life.
boyd, do you promise on camera that you won't smoke? uh, i won't smoke. good. thank you. got it on tape. don't smoke! boyd: we won't smoke! (horn honking) all: bye! adam: vegas! all right. the dog needs a flea bath, let's go!
michael: oh, what if i bring the wrong thing? what if i bring cucumber soup? who cares? you're a fucking moron. it's my fuckin' opinion! shut up! it's a stupid fucking opinion, okay? michael: oh, thank you. you have developed this incredibly annoying habit
of talking just for the pleasure of hearing yourself speak. listen here, boyd brought up statistics... hey, hey, hey, leave me out of this! the hell i did! the hell you didn't, you said... the hell i did! you said one out of every two marriages end in divorce. you said it. you're an asshole, adam. you're an asshole.
why am i an asshole? multiple reasons. michael: give me one. no. no. name one reason. give me one reason! i'm not gonna give you a reason. you can't give me a reason i don't have to give you a reason
if i don't want to give you a reason. give it to me. michael: i want one reason. shut up for one second! i want a reason. shut up! adam: you're just an asshole, live with it. is this culver party rentals? yeah. can i speak to whoever's in charge of chairs?
can't you wait tillwe get back there? i'll pay you forthe call, okay? i'm on a monthly rate here.how am i gonna tellwhat call is your call? here, just use my phone! hey, don't be ridiculous... you're being ridiculous, you're being a tightwad! a tightwad? yeah. why don't youjust say whatyou mean, huh?
a jew. say it. all right, you're a jew! you're bein' a jew! i knew that was coming. you goyish fuck! hello! i'd like to speak to somebody in chairs, please. you drive like a jew. oh, how does a jew drive? four hours and 15 minutes.
i can make vegas in three and change. i'm not getting a ticket. i'm not gonna get a ticket for you. you slow drivin' son of a bitch. let's go! tony, this is kyle fisher, i have a wedding in a week. you're doing my wedding, with the chairs. yeah, i'll hold. hold, you're gonna hold?for christ sakes!call him when we get there.
you're being a jew! adam: please, get off the god dammed phone! yes, i'm holding fortony in chairs. i have a chair problem. adam: don't hold anymore. hang up. it's 45 cents a minute! kyle: no, i'm not tony. i'm holding for tony. (phone ringing) hello.
kyle: hi! hello? hey! is it... baby, is that you? hi. hi. are you callingme from jail? not yet. hey, did you check outthe chair situation?
what? what about the chairs? the chairs,i made three calls. what? three calls? but, i can't stopthinking abouthow much i love you. well, you should. well, i do. what are you doing? oh, just a bit of organizing.
are you nesting? yeah, nesting. go have some fun. not too much, okay. okay, i'm gonna go have fun with my friends, but not too much. (snorting) (rock music playing) (cheering on tv) boyd: and you know,in your heart,it's just a matter of time. all day, bullets flying, babies are getting shot.
if i'm the king of israel, right... israel does not have a king. what the hell do they have? they have a president. president yahoo. okay, i say to myself, "yahoo, take a look at the map." "look what's all around you. "people are wishing horrible, bad, bad things for you and your people." kyle: the buck's gonnastop right here, buddy.
not gonna happen with me. my kid don't knowthe six fuckin'new england states, he has trouble with geography, i'm not gonna stick that shit in his face. i'm gonna help the little guy, you know. that's right. put him in the car. take him to maine for the lobster dinner. that's how you teach a kid,go skiin' in vermont.
that's it, take him skiin'. or yankee stadiumfor a hot dog. that's the way, you got it. i'm just sayin', it's not... you don't stare him down. no, don't stare him down i'm not gonna do it. do not eyeball your kids! michael: what is your point?
take mexico. think about it, the mexicans would love it, they're dying for a little order down there. first of all, you get what i'm saying. you know exactly what i'm saying. we'll let the israelis work it out. they kind of all look alike. the jews and the mexicans! so, i think on the whole,
your average joe mexican's gonna have less of a problem getting his head around the whole fuckin' assimilation thing! am i right? (screaming) yeah! adam: i mean, i tell mine, they're little men. i tell them that they're strong. that they make me feel joy! i let 'em know, man. i mean, i really, i really let 'em know,
that they are just as important. they mean just as much, you know what i'm sayin'? just as much, man. yes, yes. and you're their godfather. i know, and i'm honored. no, no, no, no, no. no, i'm not? no, no, you're the godfather, but, what i'm sayin' is,
if anything ever happens to me... oh, brother, don't even...yeah. don't worry about it. because that is the point here, okay? that is what i'm driving for. because, man, when the big storm comes, all the forests are knocked down, and all the rocks have fallen away, and the leaves are bare, what's left?
what is left? the little trees. the little fellas that the storm didn't see. the tiny, little fellas, that's where it's... the stripper's here. excellent. gentlemen, this is tina. hey, boys! (michael moaning)
fish! she's allyours, buddy! anything you want, man,bought and paid. (boyd whooping) i can't do it! can't do it! i'm sorry, i'm sorry. i'll take a ride. (all cheering) (growling) michael: i didn't jump the gun, did i? no.
i feel the vibe,a little, you know? fine, yeah. i'm michael. did i do okay out there? yeah, are you kiddin'. i'm just in vegas gamblin'. just spendin' money. you look so beautiful! yeah, do you want anything? yeah. look at this.
okay! not what you thought, huh? (all screaming) (michael whooping) (grunting) okay, you knowit's 500, right? yeah, oh yeah, no problem. but, yeah, i mean, 500 of my dollars. right.
right. but i thought... boyd didn't pay? no, boyd didn't pay. okay. it's 500. straight sex,nothing kinky. no, no, i'm not gonna use you as a hand puppet or anything, i just wanna make sweet love to you. because you have no idea what you have gotten into. (grunting)
(screaming) oh, yeah! you didn't think it would be like this, did ya? i had no idea. you thought i was some punk, didn't you? you thought i was a little punk. oh, yeah. you're getting pumped now, pumped now! (tina groaning)
oh yeah, good boy! this isn't work, is it? oh, no! this is not work! (both grunting) (screaming) (moaning) cool! (laughs) (all laughing)
you fuckin' maniac! (michael breathing heavily) i fucked up! (chuckles) boyd: adam? adam? adam: oh my god!oh, my god! moore: jesus christ! don't touch her, don't touch her! call 911!
don't move. we were playin', we were playin'. i think she's dead. how do you knowshe's dead? she's got nofucking pulse! listen, you don't know what the hell you're doing. she's got no pulse. just get back. michael: hold on!
all right, where do you look? which side of the neck? left, left, left side. either side, you idiot! i'm calling 911! we were playin', and she bumped her head. bumped? bumped? she's got a fuckingspike in her head! boyd: adam! adam! what?
what are you doing? what are you talking about? what do you thinkyou're doing? i'm calling the ambulance! just wait one... wait one second, okay. moore: michael! i'll take it out. i'll take it out, i can take it out. what the fuckhave you done?
why are you calling an ambulance? she's dead. (crying) i'm sorry, i'm sorry. oh, god, just callthe police! no! just call 911. i slipped. what did you do, god damn it? nothing... what the fuck did you do, you little shit!
kyle: stop it! now, stop it! michael: get out of here! all right, all right. just calm down. michael: it was an accident! calm down. everybody just get a hold of themselves here, all right? you are a lying deviant... it was an accident! are you sure this was an accident?
yes, i'm sure! what were you doin'? (stutters) the floor was wet and so i slipped. why was the floor wet? i don't know. i don't know. why, god damn it? why, you little fucking pervert? boyd: take it easy!
pull yourselves together! you don't fuckin' know! calm down! we're not helping anything by losing our temper. let's just get our headstogether, okay? and whatever we associate in our nervous system determines our behavior. you fucking guys! kyle: (screaming) you fuckin' guys!
now, let's just take asecond here and takea hold of the situation and review our options. we call the police. okay, call the police. that's good, that's one option. that is not an option. this is not multiple choice here! yes it is. there are always options, adam. you fucking guys!
(michael screaming) boyd: we can definitely call the police, that's an easy call. now, if we call the police, what happens? they come up here,they find a deadprostitute in the bathroom, then they ask us what happened? what the hell are you gonna tell them? you had nothin' to do with it? you didn't know she was a prostitute? i mean, it was all michael here, your brother, by the way. you don't mess around with the homicide police.
what about the alcohol?narcotics? there's not options here. think about it! we don't have theluxury of worrying about... boyd: don't tell me there are no options. there are always fucking options. what is the choice? what are you talk... what options? we can bury her out in the desert. oh, sure, why not?
no, no, he's right. he's right, he's right. he's right. boyd: we can takeher up to red rock, find some nice quiet place and just put her in the ground. we can do this. we can get her out of here. (hysterically) have you lost your fucking mind? nobody knows she's here. i called her personally. nobody knows. her blood is all over the bathroom! don't you think we got a little bit of a dna problem here?
it's a marble floor, we can clean it up. they'll get us on accessory to murder, adam. it's not accessory, okay? i didn't do shit! that's not the point, adam. i mean, the room iscovered with blow. moore looks like he went at it with a fucking mountain lion. i mean the room looks like the manson family stayed here a month. this is a major thin-ice situation we got here. i'm getting married, guys.
fisher, i'm sorry, man. (hysterically) i've got a wife and i've got two boys, okay? don't tell me! let's just take a vote. a simple vote.we got two choices. one, we clean up this mess right now, bury it out in the desert, go home and never look back. or we can easily call the police, roll the dice, take our chances
and pray to godthat it's onlymichael who falls. the choices are simple. it's desert or police. desert. (trembling) fucking desert. fish, i owe you, bro. i owe you, man. (gasps) nobody knows she's here. oh, god. oh, god.
(breathing heavily) how do we get her out of here? we can wrap her up in blankets, bring the car around tothe back of the hotel. lower her gently down off the balcony. put her in the car,we're done! jesus christ! have you done this before? the reality is, you take away the horror of the situation, take away the tragedy of the death,
take away the moral and ethical implications of all the crap that you've had conditioned and beaten into your head since grade one, what are we left with? it's a 105 pound problem. a 105 pounds that'sgotta be moved frompoint a to point b. now, a straight line isthe shortest distancebetween two points, but we're denied the luxury of a visible straight line. but that line exists, and i see it. i see that line.
trust me. adam, trust me. (knocking on door) hotel security, could youplease open the door? oh, fuck! (knocking continues) hello! hotel security. what do they want? shit!
fuck! they know. calm down. god damn it, they know. they know, let's just tell them! tell them right now. boyd: they'll leave. (all arguing) they have cameras in the ceiling. don't move!
they have cameras in the ceiling. they don't have cameras. shut up. shut up. (shushing) he's gone. he's gone. adam: he's gone. (door clicking) hello? hotel security. hi, how are you?
y'all didn't hear me knocking? yeah, we heard ya. mmm, yeah, you guysmakin' a lot ofnoise tonight. what is it, a poker party? (michael laughing) (chuckles) it's a bachelor party. well, y'all are gonna have to keep it down. boyd: well, we will, we will. we absolutely will. listen, we're very, very sorry, we apologize.
we've been partying a little hard, but we're all gettin' ready to go to sleep. guard: mmm-hmm. (laughs) well, this is gonnabe a problem. someone's gonna have to pay. yeah, we're gonna take care of that first thing in the morning. yeah, you will. what the hell gets into you people?
drugs and alcohol. well, i got noproblem with that. dr. big bucks! hey, how 'bout a beer, huh? no maybe some other time. listen, we're very, very sorry. we apologize. we didn't mean any disrespect to the hotel. we're very sorry. hey, don't worry about it, don't worry about it at all. just as long as you keep it down.
what the fuck is that? michael: sir, please, before you go in there, i just want to explain. can i talk to you one second, please? no, don't, don't goin there yet! listen, we were calling 911 right when you came. i swear to god we were calling 911! it's not what it looks like, okay? (men chattering) adam: just wait there. put your fuckin' pants on.
go get dressed. no, you get dressed. god damn it, i'll handle this. just get back, just get back. everybody just get back. just move back. (men clamoring) all right, back up, back up! he wants us to back up! all right, everybody,just move back! (all clamoring) (grunting)
boyd: don't let him bleed on the carpet! all right, get out.all right, get out. (grunting) (guard screaming) (thudding) he'll bleed out. guard: please!somebody help me! (crashing) boyd: die, you son of a bitch!
(guard moaning) guard: please! please! (screaming) please! please! (all panting) it's over. come on. come on. bingo!
new plan. uh, not so much of a new plan as a modification on the old one. i'm calling the police. so help me god, you touch the fuckin' phone, i'll bury you with them! surrender is no longer an option. i repeat, it is not an option! is there anyone here who does not understand that?
a little gut-check time, fellas. time for some serious self-exploration. how do i function? for real!no more bullshit. can i keep my cool when they bounce my bananas, when they won't play my song, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera? do you get me? do you get me?
not really, no. that's not a problem. understand not my words,but follow my orders. follow my orders! (kyle retching) let me be your success coach. (funk music playing) (whirring) (lounge music playing)
wait a minute. wait, wait, wait. we can't do this. boyd: what? we've already done this. no, no, i mean, i mean the suitcases. we can't bury themlike this in the suitcases. why not? because, it's sacrilegious. how do you figure?
according to jewish law, the blood and the limbs are considered to be a scared part of the human spirit. the body has to be united or the soul can't rest in peace. what the hell, that's what we're doing. no, no, it's not. we got their parts all mixed together. we can't do this to them. she's asian, they don'thave jews in asia.
that is absolutely not true! michael, do theyhave jews in asia? huh? yes. they have... yes, they do. they have jews in asia. he is correct. what the fuck are we supposed to do? we're gonna have to open up the suitcases, and unpack the bodies, and reunite the appropriate parts. no fucking way!
that's what we're gonna do! no fucking way! we have to do this, god damn it! adam, we gotta get going. the sun's comin' up. come on. i am not flexible on this. (sighing) let's do it! i've got her head here. this is her head. i gotta combo situation.
do you have any of him? i have her... no, that's her. watch your step. all right. hey, hey! i've got an... um... open the fucking bag up! adam.
adam: yes? heads up! jesus christ! don't just toss it around! all right! adam: show a little fucking respect! i have her lower leg. okay, i have his upper leg and her lower leg. i have his upper legand her lower leg andthey don't go together!
michael: okay. boyd: take it easy. okay, how do we get started, adam? adam: all right, if you don't wanna do it, just sit the fuck down! (all arguing) hold on! which is this? is this her stuff here? that's her!that's him! michael: all right, let's do this! boyd: all right, somebody get his torso. find his torso.
forget the head. we'll just start. (sobbing) we'll start with black, then we'll go to the asian. i got toes. boyd: you need to relax, okay? i got somebody's toes! okay? yeah. (sighing) all right.
allow me to be the first to say, that what we have done here is not a good thing. it's clearly not a good thing, but it was, given the circumstances, the smart play. i'm proud of us. i am proud of each and every one of us. it's gonna be okay. we performed under the most complex and nerve shatteringof situations.
i mean, each one of us stood fast and we all delivered! i feel proud! we're going to hell. hell or prison, whichever comes first. that's wrong,that's flat-outwrong, adam. you gotta change your associations. hell is for cowards, for hypocrites. for people who fear to live by the strength of their own conviction. now this is war.
given the circumstances, and given the fact that we are alive and they are not, we've all chosen life over death! i mean, two wrongsdon't make a right, so our conviction and execution would only mean more death here, not less! i don't know, boyd. it just seems to me, ever since you started this personal growth, self-help, power-fucking dysfunctional fuckin' bullshit,
you are all fucked up in the head! don't even go there. you don't know what the hell you're talking about, all right. personal strength has nothing to do with this. true, it's helped me to unlock energies and see my options more clearly, but to give it credit for all of this, it's a little bit more than they deserve. kyle: don't you think we ought to say some words over the bodies? boyd: what kind of words?
like a prayer. go ahead. dear god... i don't fuckin' know how to pray. just say what'son your mind. you know, speak from the heart. let it flow. (sighing) dear god... this is pathetic.
you're pathetic! what'd you say? you're not a team player. don't point at me! you've never been a team player, that's why you don't have any friends. what are you talkin' about? i have friends. the hell you do! the hell i don't! you have acquaintances,
business friends, superficial golf buddies. you've always been a fringe player. don't point at me. you have some serious male-on-male intimacy problems. what are you fucking talking about? you can't deal with men! hey, guys, maybe now's not the time for this. aw, come on, fisher, this is the perfect time. this is real time, huh. we're in the moment.
adam, your brother and myself, as well as several others present, have always felt that you are a fully repressed, living in major denial, lockdown fly boy. (scoffs) what? fire in the hole, big guy. what? dear god, please forgive us for what we've done here tonight.
we've lost our way. speaking for myself, i am deeply in love with the woman i am about to marry, and i am very much looking forward to raising a family and being a positivemember of society. and we promise, if you forgive us, that we will neverforget this tragedy. and we will try, with all our power, to use it as a daily reminder that we are on this earth to do good, not evil.
let us move from this day forward with new spirit and purpose. you have given us a second chance, so let us take that second chance and use it to fuel our fires of productivity so that the spirits of the two people that we buried here tonight can forever live on in our good deeds and positive achievements that we, from this day forward, shall make our lives work. thank you, god, and once again,
please, give us your guidance and your forgiveness. amen. (r&b music playing) (phone ringing) hello? it's me. hey! i'm on the road. we're running a little late.
really? how late? um, like an hour. honey, did you check on the chairs? did you check on the chairs? okay, what? what? what? yeah, what about the chairs? i left a message.everything's gonna be okay. yeah?
you sound a littlefunny, honey. did you do cocaine last night? um... nope. i'm gonna be homein like four hours.okay, hon? did you have fun? was it fun, honey? adam: do you think he had kids? children. do you think that man was a father?
i don't know. i got a really bad feeling that he had children. i don't know. i thinkhe was too youngto have children. we're going to burn for this. lois: (whistles) come on, guys. daddy's home, let's go.adam junior! (kids yelling greetings) today is the beginning of the rest of our lives.
hi, daddy. hi, dad! lois: oh, you look lovely! honey! honey, we have to go. i have a soccergame today. you're gonna drive me and my friends, you have to. nobody says anything to anybody, ever. boyd: right? lois: a little hung-over!
let's go! laura: the idea is to be able to like, look at everybody and know that they're all in the same wedding, right? i mean, i just wanna make sure that everything sort of pressed. i don't want it to look like it's been hanging on a hanger all the time. i want everything to be like... i just want them to all look like they're just, you know, clean. here, let me. let me help. i'll help you with that. your nails are filthy.
i don't care, like just for the day, all i ask is that they're clean for the day. after that i don't care what happens, okay? okay. hi, boyd. okay, basically are you gonna stand like this? i'll stand anyway youwould like me to stand. michael. mike, what is... what happened here? he gave me a collar center,cause it's...
i have an irregular size. an irregular... i'm in between sizes. my neck is wide and... this looks like it hurts. it does. does it hurt? yeah, i can'treally breathe. is this your shirt? did you bring this, or is this theirs? it's theirs.
okay, this is just totally unacceptable. how you feeling? put your arms down. if you can just take it in on the sides right here. right here. right here. he's got two kids, god damn it! just like i said. two fuckin' kids. let's move on. calm the fuck down! let's move on past the fuckin' blaming shit! okay, now. now, where'd you get this?
at the newsstand on 3rd. fuckin' boyd! that fuckin' idiot. god damn it, they're onto us. they're not onto us. boyd, did you read the paper? is that him? gimme that. gimme that. god damn it, calm down! boyd, you fuckin' idiot. this shit is comin' down, man!
calm down! that's just nothing.it's just a stupid missingpersons thing, that's all. you got us into this mess! i did? from what i remember it was your rat fuck brother that decided to play chop suey with a hooker's fuckin' head. will you shut up? shut up! these fuckin' phones aren't secure, god damn it! just lighten up,would you please, adam.
all right? just show some character, walk through some fuckin' fear. don't talk to me about character, pal. watch the tone, fella. okay? fuck you, boyd! fuck you, too,snake eyes, cocksucker! fuck you! shut up. now, boyd, you know they have my credit card information. you know that? boyd? he hung up, god damn it!
fucking asshole! fuckin'... look what you did,god damn it! (crashing) (woman screams) refocus your mind! control your fear! kids: (singing) do your balls hang low, do they wobble to and fro? swing round, do they wobble to and fro? can you tie 'em in a knot? can you tie 'em in a bow?
knock it off! hey, don't snap at them. they're making me nuts! no, they're singing. well, it's a disgusting song. well, you taught it to them. (kids arguing) guys! guys, be quiet. your daddy's in a really, really bad mood.
if you're really good, you're gonna get some whizzers. i promise. both: whizzers! kids: (chanting) we want whizzers! we want whizzers! okay. okay. yeah! high five! all right. (kids continue chanting) kids: (chanting) whizzers! whizzers! (banging) (kids' chants echoing)
(police radio chattering) (siren wails) hey, how do you like your minivan? so, how do you like your minivan? fine. no, no. honey, honey, go in there and get them some whizzers. they're screaming for whizzers. go in there and get some whizzers. i'm not going in there.
look, they are screaming like monsters. it's giving mea headache. honey, i used the credit card so i don't have to go in there. would you please just go get them some fucking whizzers? whizzers! whizzers! whizzers! thank you, go. please? whizzers. kids: (chanting) we want whizzers! lois: love you! (heart beating)
whizzers. whizzers. whizzers. where's the fucking whizzers? excuse me. (stammering) oh, yeah. sure thing, no problem. (grunting loudly) jesus, i'm sorry! i got it. i got it! sorry! sorry! just leave it. i'll pick it up.
leave it and get out. i'm sorry! buddy, are you okay? hey! whoa! store owner: what the hell is wrong with you? just get out! kids: (chanting)dad's got the whizzers! (kids cheering) where are the whizzers?
they don't have any whizzers. what do you mean they don't have any whizzers? (shouting) they didn't haveany fucking whizzers, okay? (tires screeching) what are you doing? what is your problem? what is your goddamn problem? (horn honking) kids: dad!
(people chattering) oh! oh. laura! (both shrieking) you look so beautiful. i love that dress. oh, my god. have you seen amanda? uh-huh. oh, my god, come here. she's wearing the same exact dress she wore... i'm losin' it, fish.
i got a terrible pain in my head. now's not the time. how's it going? nice to see you. i got a migraine like a fucking monkey kicking in the side of my skull. i get you, i get you. hi, nice to see you. fish. hi, mr. and mrs. wilshter. fish. i'm sorry, i'm not myself.
where's the bathroom? oh just listen to me. please, not now. it's just past... (shouting) where's the fucking bathroom? past the bar. excuse me. (guests chattering) here's a picture of kyle, age four, and his good friend jojo the mule. now, evidently when they got to camp,
kyle and boyd over therehad some serious arguments about who exactly waskyle's best friend. (shushing) boyd or the mule. well, fish had a less than normal relationship with that ass. (all laughing) mr. fisher: you're just jealous, boyd. (sighs) well, be that as it may,
after camp came football and for those of you who didn't follow the sports pages back in 1977, you might not remember the pee-wee powerhouse oklahoma, who under the brilliant leadership of yours truly, managed to roll to anauspicious league recordof 0 for 12. scoring exactly not one damn touchdown. speaking of the quarterback, here's kyle without his jersey. but he was the quarterback on that wonderful team.
honey, where are you going? but there you can see, he was a husky kid then, and he's a husky kid now. his great talentwas persistence. they showed up, they didn't score much, they didn't score at all. but they showed up. so, now i'd like to propose my toast
to the groom and his wonderful bride. god bless. god bless. man: god bless. (glasses tinkling) adam, what's wrong, man? (gasping) i can't... i can't fucking breathe. (stuttering) what's wrong, man? fish, i'm sorry. michael: okay!
you're freakin' me out, brother. that was definitelynot cool. definitely inappropriate behavior. kyle: just shut up for a second. this is not what youwork out in terms ofself-management here, adam. come on. he's having a problem. he's having some kind of problem. what's the problem, adam? what's going on?
what is the fuckingproblem, huh? (crying) i cannot do this. we're gonna get caught. we're not gonna get caught. we're gonna get caught. people were eye-balling my minivan. who? who? at the mini-mart. what the hell are you talking about? they're smokin' me out.
who's smoking you out? nobody is smoking anybody out! shut up for a second! laura: kyle! yeah, what honey? honey! honey! yeah? is everything okay? yeah, everything's fine. great.
okay, can we goback inside? sure. honey, now! (stuttering) huh? yeah, i just have this... we have this, uh... yeah, we got the groomsmen's last minute preparations to make. kyle! (arguing) what's going on out here? dad, everything's fine, okay?
i'm in the middle of my goddamn toast in there! okay, the two of you go back inside, get back into the toast and i'll be back in. okay, so just go on. please. okay. let's go. honey, we havea rehearsal dinner... boyd: everything's beautiful, your wife looks beautiful except for what you didto her fucking nose. adam, the timing fucking sucks on this!
listen, we have the rehearsal dinner thing right now! you never gave a damn about anyone but yourself. well, you're a little fucking reject, okay? yeah, well, you eat my ass. eat my ass! guys, this doesn't help! if you ever touch my minivan again, you are going to be very sorry, brother! very fucking sorry! you are a loser!
loser? loser. you think your shit's so fucking righteous? you were right there boy. right there with us, side by fucking side! you murdered that girl! you murdered her! you're a murderer! murderer! murderer! keep it fucking down! keep your fucking voice...
shut your fucking mouth. i didn't do anything, okay? yes, you did. i might just turn yourlittle pathetic ass in.how about that, pal? did you hear that? you hear that? boyd: adam, calm down. okay? you're makin' a goddamn scene in a fucking airport! i can't do this! i'm telling you! it won't work! it cannot work! it has worked!
it is working! it's done! (hysterically) i'm telling you, they've got fiber optics, they've got dna samples! they've got fbi scientists! the fucking internet, god damn it! they figure this shit out! they figure it out every fucking time! they won't figure it out, you've just gotta relax! i've got children. i've got a life.
your kids are one crutch away from a telethon! you got a frigid swamp-hog wife! you fucking... (all shouting) what the fuck is going on? jesus! what... are they fighting over there? no, baby. let's just go back inside. baby, they are fighting over there! now, what the fuck is... (shrieks)
moore: back off, michael! that's enough! michael, god damn it, back off! you fucking go home. you fucking murderer! back off, he's gone! you're a fucking loser! you're a loser! you need totake a timeout.come on. go! go home, you fucking murderer! fucking loser!
go home, you fucking murderer! easy! we got to go back in. the problem is gone, okay? timeout! we gotta get in there! listen, we're gonna back inside. we're gonna collect ourselves. adam, are you cool? (panting) no, boyd, no! i'm definitely not cool! (engine starting)
all right, the problem child is leaving. let's go back inside, okay? just get the fuck out of here! go home you fuck! pull it together, i got my whole fucking family in there. just get the fucking thing over with. (muttering angrily) (shouting) what do you want? (engine revving)
mr. fucking minivan! just get the hellout of here, mike! he's gonna take outmy minivan! don't you dare! hey, hey, hey, hey! michael, no! christ! oh. oh. so, it was some sort of accident?
yeah, he didn't realize. i guess he just lost control of the car. was there some sort of argument? no, nothing like that. we heard there was some arguing going on. what, some kind of sibling muscle-flex thing? (sobbing) no, no, no. they love each other. just, uh... we were all just outside, just talking, you know?
we were just talking. what were youtalking about? (sighing) uh... the wedding. marriage, wedding. yeah, how it's probablygonna be the last time for all of us to be together before he gets married. see each other. married. i'm getting married. a lot of people seem to think there was some hostility.
how the fuck am i supposed to comment on what a lot of other people thought, huh? i mean, listen, we've all suffered an incredible trauma here and we're in full on grieving mode right now and your questions are justa little bit poorly timed,you understand? thank you very much,officer... randone. all right, easy, boyd. no! no "easy, boyd".
don't gimme that shit, i got a friend in there in pieces for god sakes! how about a little sensitivity, huh? there was no fighting goin' on or nothing. (grunting angrily) officer: what was that guy's name? (stuttering) it's robert boyd. (continues grunting) excuse me. his situation is critical.
he's asking to speak to his wife. yes. it's bad. i just want to warn you that what you're going to see... (exclaims angrily) (sighs) (ecg beeping) (muttering weakly) (ecg beeping loudly) he's in defib.gonna have tostep away, ma'am.
(doctors clamoring) (defibrillator charging) (defibrillator thumping) nurse: nothing. doctor: he's bled out. he's got nothing left in his heart. i've got nothing. i'm gonna call it. time of death, 11:58 p.m. i'm very sorry, he's dead. what'd he say?
i'm sorry, he's dead. you could... why are you walking away? what are you walking away for? the "need to know" is clear. what did adam tell lois? that's the name of the game. what did adam tell lois? what does lois know? i killed my brother. i killed my brother!
all right. i ran my brother down in cold blood. i ran him down. shame on me, i killed my brother! (shouting) it's time to pay the man! take it easy. take it easy! listen to me! easy! you kill one man and you're a murderer, okay?
you kill alland you are god. (all pacifying) i killed my... you motherfucker! michael: the memory of the just is blessed while the name of the wicked shall rot! boyd, get the car! the evil that men do lives after them. do you hear me? get off me!
get off me! the memory of the just is blessed, while the name of the... boyd: pick him up! it's time to confess our sins! boyd: keep your voice down, michael. open the door! just shut your face. get in the car. come on. come on!
the memory of the just is blessed while the name of the wicked shall rot! michael! michael! you will control your conditioned response! you will pull yourself together, mister! all right! are you hearing me? yes! jesus! he's cracking up. i am not cracking up!
he is not cracking up! (all sighing) what have we done? what did you ask me? i said, "what have we done?" (tires screeching) now, that is the question, that is exactly the question we should be asking ourselves. tell us, fisher, what have we done?
i just wanna get married. exactly! exactly my point. what's your fucking point? i'm not talkingto you, moore. (shouting) what's your point? you wanna knowwhat you're doing here? you are love-pumping. you are protecting all that is sacred and beautiful and in sync with poetry.
and sunsetsand littlenewborn babies. you're walking the walk. this is it, fisher!the real stuff! you love this woman! and nothing, absolutely nothing supersedes love, man. nothing! i love you. i love moore, i love michael. this car is full of love! trust me, you're gonna do what it takes,
whatever it takes. (muffled groaning) love, does not lose. (rabbi singing) (mourners sobbing) (loud wailing) (sobbing) michael. i'm sorry.
michael. oh, michael. i'm so sorry. it's not your fault. (continues singing) i'll get you a new minivan. and then you can be the soccer mom. you're the soccer mom. steady boy. oh, it's not your fault.
i took their daddy. oh! oh, michael, watch the nose. the nose. rabbi: easy boy. (pacifying) (michael shouting) (mourners clamoring) i'm sorry! (mourners exclaim) (wailing)
cancel? cancel? what, you're out of your fucking mind? nobody's talking about canceling. i'm just talking about modifying. no way. no way! can we justtalk it through? talk what through? look at, look at... we are locked and loaded here.
right? i mean, we are non-refundable. i have familyat the airport,as we speak, (ringing continues) getting ready to comehere to see us get married!do you understand? i have a tableful of presents out there... just answer it! kyle, it's lois. i was up in adam's study and i found a note. it seems to besome sort of confession
about some horrible thing he did to a woman in las vegas and... ...buried outside of vegas, about boyd being the being the leader, wants to know what the hell's goin' on. i'm startin' to freak out. we're goosed. we're not goosed. what's her disposition? regarding what?
well, does she sound pissed, scared, hostile? did she say anything about calling the police? no. but she's definitely pissed and hostile. and she's clearlystarting to thinkthat something's not right. we're goosed.goosed by god! michael, would you please calm down, all right? what did you tell her? i told her i had no ideawhat adam was talking aboutin that letter. and did she believe you?
i have no idea. you can tell when people believe you, it's obvious. i don't have that skill. but if i had to guess,i would say that shein no way believed me. goosed! shut up. goosed! stop it! goosed!
what's goosed? would you give him another pill? goosed! he's already had two. give him two more. we are goosed! open sesame. jesus, boyd, you're gonna od him. suck my ass!
man: hey! lois: i never liked you, boyd. you're a snaky little fuck. always have been. what are you talking about? oh, don't, sweet-lip me. i don't understand where this personal attack is coming from, lois. you're a liar.i wanna knowwhat happened in vegas. nothing happened in vegas! well, i don't wanna hear it from the liar!
so stick a plug in it, boyd! fisher, what happened in vegas? nothing happened in vegas. moore. nothing happened, lois. michael? do you have something to tell me? michael, just tell lois nothing happened in vegas, all right.
shut up, boyd! shut up! michael? goosed. lois, we were bad. we were very, very... we were very, very bad. he's just upset about adam. we're all a little upset. no, michael. michael, michael. what did you do?
uh... nothing. nothing happened in vegas. all right, i'll call the police. i will call the policeright now if i don'tstart getting some answers. lois, please. please calm down, lois. fuck you, boyd. just take it easy, okay? enough of this!
nothing happened, lois.nothing happened. nothing happened. nothing happened. nothing happened? i am going to count to fiveand i will call the police, and we will find out what happened. one... michael: goosed! ...two, three... goosed! goosed!
please, don't make this situation any more tense than it has to be, all right? ...four... just relax, would you? i am callingthe fucking police! okay, here's the deal! adam slept with a prostitute in vegas. he was sick with guilt. (whispering) no.
yeah. boyd: it's true. no. it wasn't the first time. adam had a... adam had a thing for prostitutes. my adam? (sobbing) (sighing)
(sobbing) my adam, no. lois: i don't believe it. it's not true. not my adam. no. we're very, very sorry. you're lying. you're a bunch of liars! i don't believe you. all right, watch your fingers, watch your toes. all right, fellas, i want you to listen to me.
now, mommy's gonna take a little time-out and bunker's gonna keep you guys company. and everything's gonna be okay. i promise. okay? okay. take my cell phone. after you drop the kids off, take michael home. put a couple drinks in him so he'll sleep. i don't thinkthat's a good idea.
just do it. i'll call you later. well, what are you doing? i'm gonna takecare of business. what does that mean? what does that mean?are you insane? do you actually thinki would hurt lois? she's the mother of these kids for christ sakes! what's wrong with you? you got a real nasty side to your thought process.
(barking) fisher: look, i'm sorry. it's just for tonight. lots is a mess, michael is upset, everybody's upset. (continues barking) shut up! okay, i am not canceling this wedding! i don't want you to! i won't even discuss it! nobody's discussing it,okay!
i'm just gonna bring him back home, i'm gonna come right back. you have to pick up the cake in the morning, early. don't we have somebody to do that for us? yeah, you! (grunts) (barking) michael! okay. okay. (wailing)
why is this happening? oh, jesus fucking christ! evil bastards. oh, do you hear the buzzing, fish? buzzing? yeah. it's like a... a fucking chirping in the back of my skull. i don't hear anything. yeah, well,it's a nasty problem.
dee-dee! dee-dee! boom! bing, bing, bing!bam, bam, bam! (snoring) (funk music playing) (michael sighs) dad used to bring home these sparklers for me and adam, you know. (chuckling) sparklers! we'd go out back, the three of us, and we'd hold itup to the sky
and watch the explosions of light and sparks, you know. and dad would be all, "wait for it. here it comes. watch for it. "okay. here it comes. here comes the wahoo." wahoo? wahoo! the sparklerwould burn hot. then hotter,then even hotter. and then there'd be this one moment of pure burn where that little fucker would cook perfect, just perfect!
it would only last a second, but that second was it. it was it! and that's what dad had us lookin' for, man. are you with me? the wahoo moment? that's exactly right.that's what i'm driving at. man, burning athis absolute. all the forces coming together. burning, just... perfect.perfect harmony.
that's what i'm driving at. are you with me? yeah, i think so. i've been looking for that flash. i've been looking and i've been looking and i can't find it. and what if it already happened, you know, my moment. what if it happened and i didn't even see it? lois? adam.
no, it's boyd. i just want you to know just how much i didn't appreciate that personal attack. i'm really offended! (muffled) no! no! ahh! (groaning) you picked the wrong woman, motherfucker. (screams) oh, god no!
it's over, baby. i'm gonna turn myself in. no! after the wedding, of course. after the wedding, out of respect, i don't think that's a good idea. no, no, no, you don't understand. out of respect for fisher. okay, respect for you. listen!
son of a bitch, don't pull this shit. listen to me. out of respect for yourwife and your wedding. okay, all right? do you hear where i am here? i appreciate it, you're just, you're being too hard on yourself. no, no, no, thisis my doing, okay? just stop, okay?
i'm gonna have mywahoo spark ofmy own, all right? boyd: jesus! (both grunting) (panting) you're mine. i'm gonna do this for lois. and for my brother. and for the kids. (shushing) i'm gonna turn myself in cause i'm all that.
(shushing) michael: (slurring) i've thinked it over, fish. kyle: what is it? i just, listen... if you think about names, you know, babies. michael's a prettygood one, you know. it's done me all right. fish? fish? (cell phone ringing)
hello? okay, here's the deal. and it's a good one. lois is cool. it's a pacified situation. whoa, whoa, whoa.pacified... whatdo you mean? she's resting. she's comfortable. the only thing is, uh, you still got michael there, right? right? okay, great. she wants to see him in person. she needs to grieve
with her family. it's a little family time. right now? isn't it a little late? get over here and don'tbe so god damn selfish. boyd: okay, now you guys wait in the car, i'm gonna take him in. she just wants to see him alone. michael: lois wants to see me? boyd: here we go, big guy.
upsy-daisy. (michael mumbling drunkenly) yep, it's a big hug, a big family hug. come on. one foot in front of the other. michael: hey, fisher. i wanna do this and then we're gonna go to fatburger. okay, big guy. boyd: we're going in the house now. come on, michael.
you know, i'm thinking about maybe making a move. a move? yeah. greenpeace. greenpeace? yeah, yeah. maybe go up to the north pole, the arctic. tag polar bears with dart guns. i've always had pretty good aim.
(gunshot) (footsteps approaching) (exhales) michael was in love with lois. that's what michael and adam were arguing about in the parking lot. michael killed adam in a jealous rage. lois rejected michael. he strangled her to death and he shot himself in the head.
happens all the time. (sighs) that lois, she fought like a fuckin' comanche. well, i don't seehow this could havebeen kept from him. last month, adam and lois changed their will. they requested that you two, as a married couple, be custodians of recordfor their estate. including all properties, cash holdings, security holdings and children. adam had a $500,000 term life insurance policy.
it means we have $500,000 to help raise the kids. no! yes. yes. actually, no. adam failed to make his last payment. so, his term life lapsed. but he did a pension account worth $150,000 and the house,valued at $350,000.
okay, so where doesthat leave us? $150 and $350, that takes us back up to $500,000. not even close. the property value's down, the house is worth $100,000 less. three credit cards. the minivan payments. and the income and estate taxes assessed on his ira... (clicking) leaves you in the neighborhood of
(machine dinging) $14,223. are you fucking kidding me? adam jr: what the hell did you do that for you little asshole? what are you gonna about it you little fucker? come and hit me, come on. hey, come on. enough. enough. time out. so, when's the wedding? tomorrow.
we're getting married tomorrow. receptionist: you over here and you over here i've had enough of you two devils (boys yelling) enough! (boys continue yelling) excuse me for a moment. what is going on in here? these are your client's kids! look at these little...
(sobbing) it's not okay. we're gonnabe fine. we have to cancel. no we don't.it's gonna be okay. honey, it's gonna be okay. kyle, it's gonna be okay. (sobbing) we killed a woman. honey, what are youtalking about? in vegas.
michael killed a woman. (stuttering) michael killed her, he hit her head and she bled. and she... she died. but there was nothing we could do about it, so we buried her... who's dead? the prostitute's dead. you fucked a prostitute? no, michael did.
it was an accident. michael did it. where is she? she's buried in the desert. you left a dead prostitute alone in the desert? she's not alone. boyd... boyd went crazy. he went crazy and started killing everybody. he killed the guard. he killed michael. he killed lois.
stop, okay! just stop right there. i don't wanna here anymore of this, okay? i told you not to do that stupid fucking bachelor party thing, okay? i know. you were warned. i know. you were warned, kyle. you were warned! i know.
i told you your friends were just jackasses! i know. i'm sorry. i have waited27 years, okay? twenty-seven years i have focused and prepared to walk down that aisle. and i will not be derailed. i will not be embarrassed and i will not be denied. so tomorrowi am walkingdown that aisle come hell orhigh fucking water!
okay! showtime.we're abouttwo minutes out. moore, better take your position. chop! chop! all right,let me see you. (sighs happily) you look great, man. go get 'em! (sighs)
this is a situation that defies judgment. we have acted and showncourage of a naturenot known by most. (crowd cooing) you've got a warped thought process. your brain doesn't function properly. whatever you say, kojak. i'm serious. no, no, no. i'm the serious one here, okay? i'm the serious one.
i'm the guy makingthe fuckin' plays. i'm the indian runner for christ sakes! and i want my money. (crowd chattering) what money? blood money! insurance dollars! which you have, thus far, somehow let slip your mind to tell me about! you're sick. if you think you can fuck me, fish, you can't, okay?
i'm backed up. i'm insulated, baby! backed up on floppy, do you get me? i want that fuckin' money! oh, god, i can taste it! not a prayer. i'm a fuckin' lighthouse, man. i stayed lit for you! i stayed lit! i never go dark! never go dark!
(panting) you need help. i told boyd, two fucking minutes. i want my money. (gagging) you could have had a nice wedding, you stupid idiot. you can't cheat me you goddamn bastard. laura: boyd! this is my day!
honey, wait. (panting) (giggles) okay. stick him in the crapper and get your ass upstairs! baby... (crowd murmuring) the best man's not gonna make it. we're gonna just start. okay? oh, sure.
great. great. (whispering) where's boyd? in the toilet. we're gonna getstarted, okay? (organ playing) dearly beloved, we are all here today because two very special people, laura and kyle, have found each other. hey, fish! it's war on the family, man.
when i see twoyoung peoplein love as they are i find myself renewed and inspired because the spirit... surprise! with hope for thefuture and joy. i'm coming! let us begin. may we have the rings, please? i'm on my way! the rings. we need the rings. i don't have the rings.
boyd: i got the ring! (whispering) boyd has the rings. i'm there. i'm there. moore: oh, god. oh, god. where's the rings? (screaming) moore: jesus christ! got 'em.
now we can begin. do you kyle, take this woman, laura, to be your wife and helpmate in sickness and in health? along life's highways, wherever they may take you until death do you part? i do. and do you laura,take this man, kyle... i do. you may kiss the bride.
(guests applauding) hey, guys, listen i need two minutes, okay? just tell ricky i'll be right out. baby, i just want you to know that all of this, everything i did is because i love you and i wanted you to have that wedding like you always wanted to have, okay? you and moore are gonna go and move those fucking bodies, do you understand me? and you're gonna bury boyd with them.
and in fact, you know what, you're gonna fucking put moorein the ground, too. you want me to kill moore? i know he's your only friend left, okay? but he is a loose string and you are gonna have to startfucking flushing thetoilet like a big boy. (knock at door) you understand me? bridesmaid: laura!
you know... you guys, listen, two minutes, please, just make my apologies for me. do your job. and while you're at it,you know, just get ridof that fucking dog. the dog? i don't care what you do. get rid of him,lose him in the desert. you want me to kill the dog?
do you love me? do you? mmm-hmm. mmm-hmm. do it. (banging on door) bridesmaids: laura! laura! (screaming) fuck! i told you, two fucking minutes!
i've been thinking. i've been thinking about what you said that day. the prayer. about using this whole mess to bring out the good in me. i think there's a lot of truth in that. i'm gonna pursuesome options. (stuttering) i wanna join that big brother thing. i want a black one. i want a littleblack brother.
it's a big problem,it seems to me.you know? lack of racial integration. that's a big one. don't you think? kyle? (whimpering) laura: do you love me? that ought to be about the end of that. yep. adam: because that is the point here, okay.
that is what i'm driving for. when the big storm comes and it knocks down all the forests and all the rocks fall down and all the leaves are bare. what is left? the little trees. the little fellas that the storm didn't see. the tiny little... (tires screeching) (spraying noise)
kyle: (outside) okay, boys, let's hear the badger oath. come on, boys, let's hear it over. adam jr: a badgeris courageous. a badger can face great adversity... timmy: a badger is economical, it saves for the unforeseen. the badger is sanitary, he keeps its mind and body pure. yes. come on, let's see the badger salute. both: aw. no! come on, let's see the badger salute.
kyle: yes. oh, shit. it's okay. the hell with it. come on, give me your hand. i don't need any help! kyle: if you don't reach out to me, i can't help you. timmy: get up, you little bitch! adam jr: i don't need it!
kyle: your new mommy's coming. your new mommy's... come on, adam. we're gonna make it. let's talk about our feelings. i hate you and your bitch wife! get your own crutch, stump boy! no, no, no. finished cleaningthe bathroom? better be spotless.
kyle: come on, let's talkabout our feelings. how do we feel? a little help? this is a safe place. i can't breathe, asshole. a little help, please? let go of me, you gimp. (whimpering) kyle: a little help? honey, can you help me with the wheelchair? honey, i need some help.
that's okay, she's not running from you. help me, honey. you wanna talk about us? (screaming)
