Everything Michael's been doing lately is very unhealthy for him.

He's gonna kill himself.

Like a signature building we're talking about.

Oh, my God.

Scared the crap out of me.

Dad, how much longer are you gonna live?

- One minute. - One minute?

- Daddy's gonna die in one minute! - Oh, no, honey.

Don't worry. I'm not dying.

I'm gonna live for 200 years. Is that long enough for you and me?

- Promise? - I promise. Swear. Come here.

You son of a bitch!

Hey! There are families here!

Show some respect, you pieces of shit!

Go home and watch VH1, old man.

Don't light another damn one!

Benjamin. Benjamin. What am I holding?

A quarter. Now, Grandma does not let me eat ice cream...

- ...because of my diabetes. - True.

But she says nothing, however, about a tasty quarter.