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-Yep. -SID: Hey, Earl!
-Yeah, get your foot off the brake. -Oh, shut up.
could you make it that guys also get to hurl their mother-in-laws?
And this day shall be known as...
-is there life after that? -For me, there is.
And tell him to stop asking such aggressive questions.
Only if it's fattening.
Ethyl! I'm throwing her.
Earl, it's supposed to be a solemn and holy day.
She's only old because she's lived a long time.
uh, here.
-Okay, I'm ready. -No, you're not, Grandma.
Change of schedule, Ethyl. We're taking off early.
You and I have had a lot of tough times, Earl.
Hurling Day.
"Marriages, Births, Dismemberments, Large bites, Hurlings."
ETHYL: Robert, stop this. It's dangerous out this early in the morning.
But, has anybody ever climbed back out of the tar pit,
Maybe, it's better to keep them than throw them away.
There she goes!
"Love, Robbie Sinclair."
Not the Brain! , Not the Brain!
-(EARL CHUCKLES) -Earl, this is Mother's big day.
Ethyl?
Now do you see why old dinosaurs go into the tar?
she has to live in a cold, drafty hole in the wrong side
Today, I, your eldest elder, am...
those who knew me will lift a glass and say,
But tradition gives us one great equalizer...
(MOCKINGLY) Ethyl! (CHUCKLES).
and today is, surprise, still a tree pusher.
I won't, Woodrow.
(MUTTERS)
-it's really a barbaric ritual, Dad. -It's not barbaric! It's holy and solemn.
this afternoon on Mr. Ugh.
Hey, hey, look at this. Roy, Roy, look. Hey, buddy, take a look at these beauties.
(ALL LAUGH)
Everything's hungry.
I'm throwing her. I married you so I could throw her.
-(DOORBELL RINGS) -FRAN: Earl, Mother's here.
we could learn from her.