Better Off Dead... Page #2

There is still one more thing

I would like to discuss with Lane.

The subject is...

is the mystery car.

Thank you, honey.

Which even as we speak...

darkens our domain

under a moldy tarp.

You do know the car

of which I speak?

- Yeah. I just never...

- Let me refresh your memory.

Cast your mind back.

It's a crisp September morning.

You borrowed $200 from me

to purchase the car...

mainly because

your girlfriend Beth said it was...

I believe the term was "tasty."

Since then, that "tasty" car...

has slept in an auto cocoon

on my front lawn.

I'll get around to it.

Have you seen the exchange student

who's staying at the Smiths's house?

Perhaps you should go over

and welcome her to our town.

I think she would like that.

Mrs. Smith probably got her

so that weirdo son...

could see what

a real girl looks like.

You know,

he never goes outdoors.

Just sits in that house,

crochets all day long.

The Chapmans had

their exchange student...

stay with them for six months.

He practically became a son

to Jules and Irene.

You mean that kid

from El Salvador?

Can I be excused?

I'm not feeling well.

I'm just gonna be excused.

I can't figure it out, Badger.

You seem smart. Why waste your time

with all this kid-stuff garbage?

You're almost eight.

It was love at first sight.

Red dog! Red dog!

Bring it home, mama!

Got it! Got it!

So, how do you

like Greendale?

Fine.

And the school system,

you find it adequate?

School hasn't started yet.

She itched her nose.

I wonder if that was...

some kind of message to me

that there's something on my nose.

That's funny.

He wiped his nose after I did.

Maybe I got dirt on my nose

when I itched it.

God, he's too embarrassed

to tell me.

I must look sickening.

There she goes again.

What could it be?

Dirt? Relish?

Relish on my nose? How gross.

- She might think it's...

- Usually Nazis.

Not that. Please don't

let it be a booger.

Not now. Please, God.

I don't get it. How could...

How could she

throw away six months?

I mean, six months?

Just like that?

No explanation, no reason.

Just throw it away.

Doesn't...

How can you just

throw away six months?

I mean, when you're

in love with someone...

Six months is just...

I'm history.

Just bam!

Like that, I'm gone.

She's probably just testing me.

A big test.

That's probably... That's her.

That's her.

- Johnny.

- Four weeks.

Twenty papers.

That's two dollars.

- Plus tip.

- I don't have a dime. Sorry.

Didn't ask for a dime.

Two dollars.

Well, it's funny, see.

My mom had to leave early...

to take my brother to school

and my dad to work 'cause...

Two dollars. Cash.

The problem here is...

my little brother, this morning...

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