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(WHISPERING) The police are here.
He... he asked about Sam.
What about Bill? He's got seniority.
Sam Hess. You know, owns the truck depot over on Winslow.
Just... heck.
Dad, come in, Dad. Over.
I need a room. Just you?
about your husband's business...
That's a shame. Yeah.
Quote, I leave the entirety of my vast estate
Car trouble. It's fixed now.
I said the police are here! What do we do?
Well, there's no delicate way to put this.
Yeah, it's... it's... it's me. It's Lester.
Thought I'd strip down to my shorts, work on my tan.
(BREATHING DEEPLY)
especially things that put you in a hospital?
Chief?
are you there? Over.
You killed her! (PANTING)
on. (LAUGHS)
Won't say no.
you're gonna look at her face and know that you're alive
Now they don't.
Really?
Three to one.
Just one word.
Yeah, yeah, I called over and they're closed,
Sir, perhaps you'd be happier in a different motel?
Oh, my. Yeah.
of the boy I put in the oil drum and rolled onto the highway?
I mean, seriously, what is the matter with you?
And now he tells you that he had relations with your wife.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
(SCOFFS)
Yeah, Ma, don't talk like that.
You killed my washing machine. No, I was...
(BOTH GRUNTING)
No, that is the thing.
White, what?
We make Gordo try stuff all the time.
Yeah, Dad, ow...
urinating in the gas tank of a red Cavalier.
that you chose to walk into the light instead of into the darkness.
Well... I'm ready to get painting.
and they want to deal with this themselves.
Pardon? Is it just for you, the room?
So, that mean you're gonna help your old man out?
Lester Niggered.
Hon?
Your problem is you spent your whole life thinking there are rules.
Yeah. Over.
Jeez.
Mmm-hmm. Something odd about that.