Six Feet Under (2001–2005): Season 4, Episode 8 - Coming and Going - full transcript

- I did.
- No.

I swear.
I was like majorly,

intensely...

worked up
like never before.

Trust me,
that's so not it.

Quit looking at me like
I'm the new zoo baby.

I did come.

Honey,
there's no way.

I was there,
remember?

There was no funny face,
no funny noises.

You didn't melt into a smoking
little puddle of Claire...



yet.

This sucks.
What is wrong with me?

Nothing.

We're just
getting started.

You wait and see,
I'll make you scream.

I hope so.

George, come
to church with me.

Agnostics don't usually
go to church, Ruth.

That's part
of the appeal.

It would make me so happy
to be there with you.

Sweetheart, this is
my day to catch up.

I've got a million
things to do.

It's only an hour.

Then you won't
miss me for long.



- Morning, all.
- Hey.

Can I get you anything?
How are you?

Uh, orange juice.
I'm great.

Well, my stomach
is burning a little.

Maybe too much coffee.

Oh, for goodness sake,
you need water.

Juice would
produce more acid.

No bodies
in the prep room.

You think death spared
Los Angeles last night?

- Highly doubtful.
- Then what are you doing here?

I don't know. I should be
here in case we get a walk-in.

Uh, what's going on
with you today?

I have to work,

and your mother's
got the spirit.

David, would you like
to come to church with me?

Yes, I'd like that
very much.

I'll be ready in a minute.
Here, drink your water.

Last chance.

Pray for me.

Mmm.

Hello.

Rico.

You were such
a lover last night.

So good, mmm.

No, it was...

it was you.

Wait, what are
you doing here?

It's late.
You gotta go home.

Coño, man,
it's almost 11:00.

Just tell your wife
you fell asleep in the car.

She threw me out.

Shut up.
For real?

Yeah, for real.

Hmm.

You know, I don't know
who else she thinks is out there.

Give up a man
like you?

She's fucked up.

I don't want
to talk about her.

Hey, I could stay here
for awhile, right?

Oh, I'm sorry, baby.

It's just that this
apartment is so small

and my cousins,
they visit all the time.

- They have to sleep over.
- Oh.

No problem.

Love your enemy.

Turn the other cheek.

What could be more simple
or more difficult?

But these are the teachings
at the living heart

of Christ's message
to the world.

When Peter asked
Jesus, "Lord,

how oft shall I
forgive my brother?

Seven times?"

Seems like a lot,
doesn't it? Seven times.

But Jesus said to Peter,
"Not seven times,

but 70 times seven."

Whoa.

Do the math.

You stupid hypocrite!

No!

How does it feel?

So it is our daily mission
to find the Christ in ourselves

and forgive our enemies.

Heartburn.

It is forgiveness
that eases our suffering.

Nice ride.

God damn it.

What?

Let's go away
for a little while.

- Where do you want to go?
- North?

- We could leave tomorrow and...
- Can't.

I'm scoring the new
Jet Li movie tomorrow.

Next couple days, actually,
so you're hardly gonna see me.

Oh, well.

Sorry.

Afterwards, maybe.

Yeah. Cambria,
Carmel, Monterey.

Well, that'd work.

If you have no interest in the past
and you don't read history,

how can you possibly
comprehend the present?

George, history is not
what really happened.

History is some stupid
warmongering patriarchal idea

of what happened.
Who gives a shit about that?

I hope I'm not
interrupting.

Anita thinks the study
of fossils is futile.

In my humble opinion.

- Dave, we're getting a body.
- Who? How? What?

I think you've forgotten
part of your outfit, Anita.

I was gonna wear a t-shirt
over it, then I was like, "Fuck it."

He was sitting in the driveway
in this mint '60s Lincoln

with a pre-need form from Dad
sitting right on top of the dash.

Where is he now?

At the coroner's,
but he's gonna be back soon.

I thought your day was going to be
filled with important activities.

There's always time
for healthy debate.

What debate? I'm right,
you're wrong, game over.

Rico's gonna work on him.
I'm gonna be there,

- so you don't have to...
- I want to.

I need
to do something.

Hey, Mom, can you look after
Maya for a little while?

- Okay.
- There you go.

Thanks, Mom.

But everything we are is built
on what went before.

Our foundation
is the earth.

California's made of dust.
It's falling into the ocean.

You call that
a foundation?

Oh, look who's here,
Gertrude and Alice.

Well, look at her.
Were we supposed to dress '80s

- and nobody called?
- Take a break, ladies.

Claire, the coach house would be
a better for your girlfriends to gather.

Don't worry, we're leaving.
Come on, Anita.

Keep up, Edie.
The '80s are back.

Pretty funny.

Hilarious.

This is a $1,000 suit.

You think
you've seen it all.

Somebody could have set him up
in the car and run away.

Or maybe he died
in a compromising position.

Like, you know...

- He's 80.
- It happens.

Rico, I'm telling you this guy drove
himself to his own funeral.

- Hi, it's me.
- Hey, you, what's up?

Oh, nothing,
missed you.

- We haven't talked since yesterday.
- We talked this morning.

We did?

Yeah, I called you
before I left the hotel.

Oh, yeah.
Right, I spaced.

- I'm sorry.
- You don't sound like yourself.

No, I'm fine,
it's just...

bodies are coming
in left and right today.

Nate, Rico, I'll be
there in a second.

David, tell me
the truth.

That's the only way these
long-distance things work.

No, I gotta go.
I'll call you later, or you call me.

I'm fine.
Be careful, bye.

He's not fine.

You think?

Russell's supposed to be here.
Is he bailing on this?

He's asleep.
I fucked him into unconsciousness.

It really costs a lot
of money to rent chainsaws,

and if we accidentally
chop somebody up,

they'll totally
sue our ass.

I'm not saying to do
that exact thing.

We're just trying
to brainstorm a dark, edgy...

like confrontational concept.
Where's yours?

I'm sorry, attacking with chainsaws
is a total cliché.

Machetes. Okay, Claire,
we stand at the entrance

with masks and machetes,
like an image of menace.

- Machetes have no resonance...
- For our culture.

What are you,
conjoined twins? Jesus.

You sent the kids
to the park with Cassidy?

Vanessa, I have
a right to see them.

Well, they don't need
to be exposed to you

with your hoochie mama.
Who knows where she's been?

It was never
like that.

Why don't you
just listen to me?

I'll sleep on the couch.
We can talk tonight.

No.
How could you?

All that time, come home
to us after screwing her.

I never screwed her!
Never until last night!

Ugh!

I mean...

Your marriage is on the rocks,
and that's what you do?!

You kicked me out
into the street!

Yes, I went to her.
Yes, I had sex with her!

- It's all your fault!
- Oh my God.

Wait wait,
I didn't mean...

You break your vows, you fuck
that whore and you blame me?

You coward, you bastard!
You son of a bitch.

You make me sick.

Papa always said

when the time came,
he'd put on his best suit

and take himself
to the funeral home.

That's what he did.

Unbelievable.

Not if you
knew him.

He was a civil engineer.
Meticulous.

And he never wanted
to burden us with anything.

He always did what
he said he would do.

You could always
trust his word.

The whole community
looked up to him.

He was
the best father.

A wonderful husband.

Sounds like he was
a very fine man.

He was. He was.

I'm so so sorry.

Thank you for your
sympathy, Mr. Diaz.

I'm really
sorry, too.

So we'll see you Tuesday
for the service.

He planned
all that, as well.

If there's anything
else that we can do...

Keys to the car?

Oh, yeah.

You look busy.

I am.

I'm contemplating.

Your busy is
so different from my busy.

So, what's next
on your packed agenda?

Papers to grade,
yardwork.

I should really
finish that article.

That was nice of you to talk
with Claire's friend this morning.

I guess that goes on
in your classroom all the time.

What?

Intellectual discussions
with young women in skimpy fashions.

Well, they do love to
challenge a father figure.

But if you think
that's skimpy,

you should see them
in summer quarter.

My man.

Dawg, we're still
on the job.

You've had enough.

What are you,
my wife?

Kiss my ass.

Whip it out.

Hey, this boyfriend,

you love him?

That's right.

- Is he sexy?
- Mm-hmm.

You see this fat guy
right here?

Does he look
crazy to you?

That's the deejay.
They always look crazy.

- Big dick?
- Excuse me?

Your boyfriend.
Does he have a big dick?

- Is that what you like?
- Jesus Christ.

Me, I got a big dick.

Something don't happen
tonight, it's gonna break right off.

You know you could really help me out.
You know what I'm saying?

You know
what I'm saying?

Yeah, I know what you're saying.
I'm not helping you out.

- It's not cool.
- You're kidding, right?

Javier, I don't treat my man
the way you treat your woman.

You're loaded.
You should go back to your room.

- You don't think I'm sexy?
- You should go.

You should check out my dick
before you say no, man.

Go, please.

- Ham.
- Mm-hmm.

Phone.

- Yup.
- Phone.

- Nate Fisher.
- It's me.

I thought last time
was our last last time.

Yeah, as far
as sex goes.

So, hey,
I told Joe.

About me?

Well, I didn't
name names, but yeah.

I was really scared.
It was really hard,

but, yeah, we're okay.

Well, congratulations,
I'm really happy for you.

So listen, come see
our new house.

- Brenda, what...
- I know what you said,

but I can't just surgically
remove you from my life.

It doesn't make sense.
Come on.

Well, I'm sorry,
I've got other plans.

I don't believe you.

No, it's true.
We're going to Travel Town later.

- Aren't we, Miss Pumpkin?
- With the trains?

Oh, I love them!
They're so little.

- Can I come with you?
- I don't know.

No ulterior motives,
I just wanna ride the rails.

Brenda, we always
have ulterior motives.

No, we don't.
We don't.

Come on. Please?

Liar liar liar.

What kind of man spends this much
money on some chick

without getting laid?

Hello?

Hey, what are
you doing?

I'm trying not to eat
the Krispy Kremes.

Come over as soon
as you can.

Something's different,
you sound better.

Yeah, I'm done crying.

You ready? What do you say,
Maya, huh? Caboose?

Want to get
in the caboose?

Aha!

We got the caboose!

Isn't this exciting?

All aboard!
Destination, Las Vegas!

Where we going?
Las Vegas!

Whoo! Bye!

# Shake off the dust #

# And open your eyes... #

My goodness,
what's all this?

Nothing. It's just
some flowers.

# Just look
at your life #

# Everything... #

What's up?

That girl, Anita,

I think she should be
contributing financially.

Why? She's hardly
ever here.

She basically
lives at Russell's.

Your Russell?
That's terrible.

I don't care.

Still, I think she
should give us a check.

What do you have
against Anita?

I simply think
if she's going to prance

around the house
in her underwear,

she should pay
for the privilege.

Mom, I guarantee you
none of my friends prance.

You know
what I mean.

Well, don't book
a 5:00 A.M. Radio thing

and three stupid
TV talk shows back to back.

Remember, I sign
your fucking checks!

- I'll be in front.
- No.

Oh, you think you
have job security?

I fired my own
goddamn parents.

Oh! Assholes!

Greedy, bloodsucking
assholes.

Gimme that.

I think there may be better
ways to handle your anger.

Yeah, well, when I care what
you think, I'll let you know.

- Fine.
- God.

Oh my God!

Oh, that's
your picture.

I look like
a fucking $2 hooker!

I was supposed
to sign off on these!

Fucking stupid
assholes!

Why do they do it
every fucking time?!

Come on, now.
Listen to me.

You're beautiful,
all right?

Come on now.

Besides, aren't you
supposed to look like a hooker?

I'm starving.

Oh, Keith.

Oh my God.

Oh, thank you
so much.

Would you stop
playing gang girl?

We're only
here to talk.

You don't know what
she's gonna do.

She could scratch
the shit out of your face,

and then what do you
say to the P.T. A?

Please, I want to see
what she's like.

Whatever.

I'm taking out my earrings,
and I'm putting away my gold.

That's her.

Who are you?

I'm Vanessa.
I'm Rico's wife.

Okay, this is
not my problem.

You have no right
to be here.

If you're sleeping with Rico,
it is your problem.

No, nuh-uh. It's not my problem
you don't know how to dress,

- and you can't keep a man.
- What?!

I'm not finished
talking to you.

Stupid bitch!
Try to steal my husband!

Fucking home wrecker,
you dirty whore!

Come on, I'll kick
your fucking ass!

And your fake
fucking tits!

- You're just jealous of my tits!
- Bitch, please!

Your man paid
for these, gordita!

Oh, hell no, bitch.
Who the fuck you calling gordita?

Get her, Vanessa!
Get off my sister!

Get the hell off of my sister,
you sleazy pig!

Don't fuck with my husband!
Do not fuck with my kids!

I swear to God,
I will fucking kill you!

Fuck you! I didn't make him do nothing!
I got a kid too!

Get outta here!
I've called the cops!

9-1-1!

He doesn't want
you anymore.

Oh shit.

Whoo.

We gotta go pick up
the boys from school.

Oh, right.

You can help me
pick up, if you want.

What have you done?

I cut back
the crape-myrtle.

This is not
a crape-myrtle.

It's the tree Nathaniel
planted for Claire

on her 10th birthday.

Can't you tell a crape-myrtle
from a Bradford flowering pear?

Well, whatever it is,
it looked diseased.

I've read about powdery
mildew, and it's no joke.

That tree is not, nor has it
ever been, diseased.

It never gets
powdery mildew,

because I always keep
the soil dry and aerated.

- My God, you've killed it.
- I have not.

Ask anyone, you have
to trim vegetation

in order to stimulate
new growth.

You're a geologist.
You know rocks.

This is
a living thing.

You chop off the branches
and you make wounds.

Ruth, please, don't
anthropomorphize trees.

Wounds, that's what
they're called,

and these wounds
will not heal.

They'll be invaded by rot and it will
move into the core wood.

You've butchered the most
beautiful tree in my yard.

I think
it'll come back

bigger and better
than ever.

And if it doesn't...

we can always
get another one.

You could have told me
what you were going to do.

- Hello?
- Who's this?

You called me.
Who's this?

Sarge.

Sarge. Dude, you gotta know me,
or how can I call you?

Sarge, from paintball?

Oh my God,
this is David Fisher.

David and Keith,

you made us breakfast.

Hey. David, yeah.

I remember.
How you doing?

- I'm fine. How are you?
- Excellent.

See, I found this number
in my wallet and I was like,

"Whoa, who the fuck
is this?" It's you.

Yeah, it's me.

I came in from La Habra
to play a tournament.

Kinda hanging out now,
drinking some beers.

Yeah?

- Not much happening here.
- Come over.

Hi.

Hey.

You're so damn cute.

- It's too much fragrance.
- Yeah, maybe a little.

Fuck! I bought
these votives.

They were supposed
to be unscented.

Instead, they're like sandalwood,
lavender, vanilla musk.

Come here, stop it.

# Reaching,
she's out of sight... #

I don't know why... I mean,
we already kinda had sex,

but I feel like I'm at
a middle school cotillion.

Well, you're not.

You're all grown up
and beautiful.

Don't laugh at me.

I'm not.
Not at all.

I don't know what to do to make
this go right tonight.

It's already
going right.

Except you have to change this vagina
music, like, immediately.

Okay.

Yeah, I definitely
remember you.

And, uh, Keith's
out of town?

He's on the other side
of the continent.

So this time I get
you all to myself.

Yes, you do.

I dig it.

So do I.

Weed?

Oh God, yes.

Dude, what are you doing
way the fuck over there?

I don't know.

Come here.

What?

Are you
feeling anything

resembling excitement
right now?

Of course.

I love kissing you.

Your face has these
subtle curves and angles.

Am I doing
something wrong?

No.

There's just so much
more we could be doing.

I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.

Let's make it
like a dance.

Where I touch you...

which is nice,
right?

Yeah.

And then
you touch me...

Okay, this is
not happening.

Sorry, it's not.

I took one of David's Ativan.
I thought it would help.

Claire.

You really want
to get off, huh?

Yeah, kinda.
I mean, it'd be nice.

Well, go ahead.

Claire Fisher.

I want to watch.

All right,
yeah.

Watch me.

I'll come for you.

Oh, hey.

Oh, I was
waiting up for you.

Hey.

Mmm, good music?

Yeah, yeah, you know,
oompah, oompah,

love, danger.

What did you
do today?

I went
to Travel Town.

No.

Yes. Nate took his daughter,
and I tagged along.

- Oh. Did you ride the train?
- Four times.

- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.

I know Griffith Gulch
like the back of my hand.

That's a long trip.

You must be
all tuckered out.

You'd think so

but not so tuckered.

Dude, yeah!

Yeah!

Hello.

You better lock up your
goddamn Vanessa or I will!

What are you
talking about?

She and some other puta
tried to beat my ass

and when they couldn't, they beat
my fucking car! It's your fault!

You better
buy me a new one!

It is not
my fault!

You started this!
I've given you enough!

My life is ruined
because of you!

Fuck your car,
Infinity, I'm done!

Fine, 'cause I don't
need you anymore.

I got two guys
better than you,

and they're not stupid enough
to tell their bitch-ass wives!

Bitch!

I don't even know
where we are.

Oh, Tampa.

Yeah, because when
I got on stage, I said,

"How much do you
love me, Tampa?"

I'd better let you
get some sleep.

You know when you're
really tired, but...

you can't
stop your mind?

It just goes
around and around.

Yeah.

Hey, how's
your boyfriend?

Not so good.

Tell me.

He got carjacked
a while ago.

It was bad.

Yeah.

I'm afraid of
those things, too.

Some freak out
of nowhere with a gun,

those autograph hounds.

You just never know.

You sing.

It's my job
to worry.

Stay with me.

- Just till I fall asleep.
- Celeste.

Shut up.

You trying to get me arrested?
You're barely 18.

Publicity.
Last March I turned 21.

You ever been
with a woman?

Of course.

I don't get
fucked in the ass.

That makes
one of us.

What are you doing?

Gotta bunk with
a guy from my team.

More tourney this week
and I don't wanna get

my ass lit up at
the top of the action.

Gotta focus,
stay tight,

stay alive.
Game on.

Well, stay here.

You can't go already,
I want you to stay.

Yeah, I get that, but...

like, no, sorry.

I'll make you
breakfast.

I'll go to your tournament with you.
Come back to bed.

Or we could watch TV.

Do you have
a deafness problem?

I gotta be
someplace else.

I'll leave
you a joint.

You could use it.

What do I
have to do?!

What?

To do to get somebody
to stay with me!

- Aw, fuck this shit, man.
- Don't you go!

Whoa, whoa!

David, do I call
a hospital?

No.

No.

Get some help,
will ya?

You're losing it.

Good Lord.
Federico.

Hi, Mrs. F.

What is this?

I, uh...

well, we're having
problems at home,

and, um, I didn't have
anywhere else to go.

Oh, what a shame.
I'm sorry.

But you can't
sleep here.

Oh, oh, okay.
I'll go.

No, no, dear,
come upstairs.

You can take
Claire's old room.

We'll put these
in the washer.

Thank you.

Don't cry.

Your marriage has
always been so strong.

- You'll be home soon.
- No, I cheated on Vanessa,

- and she'll never forgive me.
- Federico!

What's wrong
with you men?

Always turning your back
on what you have,

always sniffing around
for something new.

Me? You've had three boyfriends
since Mr. F,

and that's not including the affair
with the hairdresser.

You know
about Hiram?

I practically
live here.

I made a mistake.

I just want
to take it all back.

I know, dear,
I know.

- Yo.
- Hey.

Just the man I want to talk to.
What's up, dawg?

You have
to come home.

I am. The tour's on the West Coast
in a couple of weeks.

Listen, I got to check in
with you about...

You're not listening to me.
I need you now!

David, the timing's
not good.

Fuck timing,
fuck you!

Whoa, what's
going on with you?

Do I have to explain
to you that I'm losing my fucking mind?

Can't you tell?
God, where is everybody?!

Okay, okay,
I hear you.

Don't stay alone,
go to your family.

I'll be there
as soon as I can.

# Jesus washed me #

# He washed
my sins away #

# Oh, happy day #

# It was a happy day #

# Oh, happy day #

# He taught me how #

# To wash #

- # Fight and pray #
- # Oh, yes #

# Fight and pray, oh #

# And then rejoice #

- # Every day #
- # Every day, Lord #

- # Oh, yes, He does #
- # Every day #

- # Oh, yeah #
- # Yes! #

- # Oh, happy day #
- # Oh, happy day #

- # Oh, happy day #
- # Oh, happy day. #

I think I've
figured us out.

Me too.

You first.

I think
you are the...

coolest and most
beautiful person

I've ever
seen in my life,

and I admire you
so fucking much.

Well, of course.

And you are
totally hot.

I mean, I feel that.
I really do,

and I'm like
so pulled to you.

But when I look at this
whole thing objectively?

The attraction
is aesthetic.

Well, yeah.

It's creative
and artistic...

and intellectual
and physical...

Yes!

But not
necessarily sexual.

You're not into
fucking women.

I thought I was.

- Shit.
- Shit.

But after seeing
your orgasm,

I really
really want one.

Fuck!

It's a beautiful
place, Bren.

It's peaceful.

You and Joe
did good.

Could've been us.

Yeah,
but it's not us.

And it is time
for Maya's nap.

Right? Time for a nap.
We gotta say goodbye.

Let her sleep
on the bed.

Come on, we can talk
about safe things.

I'm going out
for a couple of hours.

Okay, bye.

All you do
is come and go!

Ruth?

Marriage is not
a gas station, George.

You can't just
pull in and fill up

whenever you remember
you have a wife!

That is
completely unfair

and inaccurate.

I have always treated you
as a partner and a friend,

and if that's not marriage,
then I don't know what is.

That's right,
you don't!

Well, what about
your own life?

Why do I have to be the center
of everything for you?!

And why do you have to hound me
about every personal detail

down to the fucking
subatomic level?!

Because when I don't
there's shit on my doorstep,

another child appears,
another girlfriend

or you murder
my favorite tree!

Sarah was wrong.

You're not like Nathaniel,
you're worse!

You are smothering me.

Oh, bullshit!

You always do
exactly what you want.

You haven't changed or
grown one iota since we met.

Well, don't say
I didn't warn you.

Warn me?

Are you
threatening divorce?

That is not
what I meant.

I'm your seventh
spouse, George.

How much warning
do you think I need?

You jumped on him?

I couldn't
stop myself.

What did he do?

Put me down
and sat on me.

I was like a mosquito to him.
It was humiliating.

I have to get
control of myself.

No, David, if you were
any more controlled,

you'd be a sculpture.

You know what?

Last night,

I had a humiliating homosexual
experience of my own.

Seriously?
What happened?

Not much. I never even
went down on her.

You can stop there.

I just couldn't go through with it.
It pisses me off.

It would be so much
easier to be gay.

Oh, no.

Yeah, I'd have a really defined
subculture.

- Overrated.
- We're both women,

I'd have some idea of what she
was thinking and feeling.

Not necessarily.

Well, I wouldn't have to deal
with unfamiliar sex organs.

Oh, they're all unfamiliar,
unless they're yours.

Hey.

How you doing?

I gotta leave
the tour, Duane.

Yeah, I heard.

There'll still
be work in L. A?

Definitely, yeah.

We know it's not your fault.
What are you gonna do?

Yeah.

I'll go tell Celeste.

Whoa. She's the one
that told me.

What are you
talking about?

What are you
talking about?

Celeste fired
your ass this morning.

Joe.
Oh, God. Fuck.

Wait, wait, Maya's...

Nate's daughter's
in the next room.

Look, I deserve whatever
you have to say to me,

but I don't want
her scared, so...

- can you give me that?
- Get out.

Oh, God.

Oh.

I got your bear.

That's him.

Your previous
indiscretion, him?

Yes.

That depressing
cripple.

I mean, you're both
cripples, obviously.

I am so stupid.

Yeah, I was actually
considering having children with you.

But that truly
frightens me!

It's not your fault.

I know it's
not my fault.

I've obviously been in complete denial
that I'm in recovery.

Just shut the fuck up!

You neurotic, tedious,
self-absorbed bitch.

You don't give
a shit about me.

You never did.

It's not true.
I love you, Joe. I do!

I was honest with you in the beginning.
I have an issue.

Oh, blah-blah fucking
psychobullshit!

It's not sex,
it's betrayal!

That's your
fucking addiction!

Okay,
I'll get help.

No, no, here's
a question for you.

What do you call a person
without character,

without integrity,
without loyalty,

without respect?

I call that person
a fucking waste of my time.

That's not who I am.

You think you know me,
but you don't.

You'd think someone
in this family

would notice when
the house is on fire.

This is bullshit.

You go to bed with a woman
while your boyfriend's recovering?

- I can't trust a man like that.
- Celeste.

Look, if you stayed with the tour,
you'd distract me. That can't happen.

Plus, it's very unprofessional
to fuck the boss.

Not cool, dawg.

Well, just
so you know,

I was leaving
before you fired me.

Hmm, synchronicity.

Ciao, baby.

"Dear neighbor..."

"You are my brother."

"I love you."

"And yet I feel a great
sadness in my bosom."

Where's Mom?

I think it's terrible.

A man opens his heart
and you make fun of him.

"Going away.
Don't contact the authorities.

I'll be in touch
when I'm ready.

Dinner is
in the oven."

Apparently
she's gone walkabout.

Wait wait, there's more.

Now just a minute!

Bosom.

I wish this family was
as close as the Flanders.

Okay okay, all right.
She's right.

Let's do
something together.

What does everyone say
to some miniature golf

followed by a round of
frosty chocolate milkshakes?

All right!

I was going
to wash my hair.

- # Oh, happy day #
- # Oh, happy day #

- # Oh, happy day #
- # Oh, happy day #

- # When Jesus washed #
- # When Jesus washed #

# He washed
my sins away #

# Oh, happy day #

# Oh, it's a happy day #

# Oh, happy day #

- # He taught me how #
- # He taught me how #

# To wash #

# Fight and pray #

- # Oh, yeah #
- # Fight and pray #

- # Oh, happy day #
- # Oh, happy day #

# Oh, Lord #

- # Oh, happy day #
- # Oh, yeah #

# Oh, happy day. #