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How you doing? Bill Herlihy.
Ben's coach. You must be Dad.
Michael Speedo...
Michael Newman. Sorry.
Big Ben, that was great progress
out there, huh?
Just remember, right arm out,
head turns left. Left arm out...
Head turns right. I know.
I just forgot at the end.
Well, that's all right.
You master that, people are gonna
think you're half a dolphin out there.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Cute.
Hello? Mr. Ammer.
Ben, honey, slow down.
It's not a race.
That's his second one
in five minutes.
Keeps eating more and more.
He's like a machine.
He can't still be hungry.
He's not. He's just doing whatever
Michael's doing. It's driving me crazy.
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 b*tch!
Show some respect,
you pieces of sh*t!
Go home and watch VH1, old man.
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.
Okay.
All right. All right.
Very quickly, please, count to three
because it tastes terrible.
One, two, three.
Are you shitting me?
First he's eating like his father,
now you're talking like him?
- Ben.
- Don't you ever say that again.
- Sorry, Grandma.
- How do you do that, Grandpa?
A good magician
never reveals his secrets.
how I've done that trick...
...since he was your age.
Isn't that true, son?
Hey, Michael.
Michael, who are you talking to?
Jesus. I'm talking to my boss, Ma.
Take it easy.
Oh, yeah?
Well, tell him to get a life.
You got family here.
You're busy. Come on.
My mother says hello.
Oh, he's such a big boy, isn't he?
On his big cell phone. Big boy.
That's it. Get some sleep. Thank you,
Mr. Ammer. All right. Good night.
- Are you done? Can we relax now?
- Sorry.
Eat me, grandpa!
You're dead.
- Oh, sh*t!
- Yeah, you better run!
I kicked your father's ass
in high school!
Now I'm gonna kick yours!
I hate that man.
Okay, good night, you two cowboys.
- Reach for the sky, Pocahontas.
- No, back to bed.
Come on. Pocahontas is off duty.
I'm out of here.
You getting sick, sheriff?
I don't got time to be sick, so no.
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