Death At A Funeral Page #2
- Good.
What about your Uncle Russell?
He wasn't doing that well.
- How's he doing?
- Bye.
Okay, I'm just asking.
It's conversation, that's all.
I'm here if you need me, you know that.
Thank you for everything.
- Michelle, come here.
- Bye, Brian.
You don't have to come.
I'm just saying, everybody knows
that the Colonel stole that recipe
for fried chicken from a slave named Jubalai.
Now, I give him credit for the coleslaw,
but that's it.
Hey, buddy! How you doing?
I need a favour.
I need you to pick up Uncle Russell.
Yeah, I know it's a hassle,
but you're the closest.
- Damn! He's always in a bad mood.
- Just say you'll do it. We'll do it.
It's not a mood if he's always in it.
It's his personality. Can you do it?
All right, I'll do it.
Hey, Mama. How you holding up?
There were so many things
we wanted to do still.
Travel.
We were going to Australia and China.
He wanted to go to Thailand.
Oh, come on, Ma,
you're not gonna fly 25 hours.
That's not the point.
I haven't been feeling well.
Who knows how long
It might make a difference
if I had a grandchild
who could take my mind off
of everything, but...
- Oh, well.
- Cynthia, we are trying.
I know what you're trying to do, Michelle,
all hours of the day and night, trying.
But it doesn't seem to be working,
now does it?
- Where's Ryan? Have you talked to him yet?
- He should be here soon.
Just to see his face
would make me feel so much better.
Oh, I have missed him so much. My baby.
Do you need me to do something, Cynthia?
You could take your hand off
my husband's coffin.
You are leaving a smudge mark.
Is she shooting us the finger?
Or is she just waving?
That's nice, ladies! Thank you!
- There he is.
- What?
- He's okay.
- He's gonna need assistance?
He's just grumpy.
You got to know how to handle him.
Oh, he looks kind of sweet.
- Hi, Uncle Russell!
- Hi, Uncle Russell!
You remember me? I'm Norman.
I came to pick you up
and take you to the funeral.
Where the f*** you been, you fat bastard?
You took any longer, I'd be dead, too!
Sh*t, good thing you know
how to handle him.
Would you like to ride shotgun?
Stop the game, all right?
...take this missile in your ass.
- Listen.
- Yes, the pills. I have them.
- They're right here.
- All right, cool. Can I come and get them?
- I have a funeral to go to. Sh*t!
- Whatever. Man, I'll come over there.
- F***.
- Did you try them?
No, no, I'm not gonna try them. I made them.
But they're good, right? The stuff's good?
I got to go.
Never get high on your own supply.
And, dude, this sh*t's gonna
blow your mind, I guarantee it.
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