Dirty Laundry Page #2
You should talk to her.
Please?
Oh. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa.
Whoa.
Uh, departures. No, no, no.
Operator. Operator.
[Footsteps Approaching]
An old man in a taxicab
dropped this off.
Oh. [Chuckles]
Yeah, Percy.
Light on the starch,
heavy on the perfume.
Just put it down over there.
Uh-
[Sighs]
You know, you work too hard.
Ain't nothing wrong with hard work.
Gotta pay the bills somehow.
You know, and that smoking
is really not good for you.
Mm-hmm.
Can we talk?
Yeah. Let's talk.
Whew. Jesus.
Sheldon, not in my house.
Okay. Mama, can you please
just call me Patrick?
Your name is Sheldon.
Your middle name might be Patrick,
but you were born Sheldon.
That's your father's name.
That's your name. Sheldon.
Okay, okay. Why don't we just go ahead
and skip the whole name thing...
and just take it step by step?
All right.
Let's get to steppin'.
- Tell me about Gabriel.
- Ain't nothing to tell.
That's your son.
You're his daddy.
Mama, don't you think
that I would know that?
The boy is 10 years old.
Now, 10 years ago, you must have
done something with somebody.
[Chuckling]
Christine.
That name ring a bell?
Christine? No, I don't
know any Christine.
Christine?
here lookin' for you.
Fat girl,
standing at the backdoor...
always looking for a snack.
Oh. Yeah.
Yeah. Cookie.
Oh, my God.
Oh. Cookie?
Yeah. Cookie.
Ow.
- You okay?
- No.
You need some water
or some lemonade?
Oh, he don't need no lemonade.
[Grunts]
- My chest is tight.
- I guess this qualifies as a special occasion.
There you go.
Ah! Ugh!
Okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Let me get this straight.
- Gabriel-
- That's your son.
- And I'm-
- Big daddy.
Big daddy. Oh.
Well, what happened to his mother?
- Phew!
- [Jackie] Well-
Well, where is she?
Where's Cookie?
Well, that's- that's kind
of a hard story, Sheldon.
- Damn shame.
- Well, what happened?
Well, I'm gonna let
Jackie tell that story.
Okay. Well, um,
it all started about...
two or three years
after you left town.
That poor Cookie,
she was a goddamn mess.
I mean, she was just all
destroyed after you left.
She cryin'all the time,
yellin' out your name.
We didn't even know
about Gabe at that point.
Okay. All right.
So what-what happened?
Well, you know, she tried
to get her life on track.
She was still a big girl.
- Big?
- Ooh, real big.
- Big?
- All right, real big.
She joined up with
a big-girl stripper troupe.
the lodges and restaurants and bars...
fat-boy bachelor parties-
to see big booties in G-strings.
Now, personally,
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