Every Day Page #3
You know, there's a much better
chance of dying in a car crash
than in a plane.
Anyway, I'm back,
safe and sound.
(Ned)
What's he thinking, you know?
There's more, Dad.
You want it?
I, it gets me so pissed off,
because I waited
I waited a week for the notes
on that outline
and then he's Ilke, hurry up,
I need it yesterday.
(Ethan)
These taste weird.
Are these the ones from
Whole Foods?
(Jeannle)
Yes, they are.
And they're the kind
you like. Eat them.
My boss is very, uh...
- unpredictable.
- [Ernie snorts]
(Jonah)
So I'm supposed to bring a check
for the prom by tomorrow.
And if I'm late, it's
ten dollars extra.
Can we not talk
about the prom right now?
Mama just got home.
We'll talk about it later.
You want some salad, Dad?
You need to have something.
I need my sh*t-kit.
Ned, could you?
It's in the bathroom.
I can get it. I'm not dead
yet, goddamn it.
What's a sh*t-kit?
Here, let me with that, Ernle.
It's a kit that cleans sh*t.
Would you mind?
This f***ing thing, Jesus Ohrist!
Piece of crap!
No big deal, Ernie.
Careful of the glass.
Why she didn't bring the goddamn
scooter is a mystery to me!
It was too heavy, I told you.
Why the hell didn't you let me die
there in the first place?
I didn't ask you
to f***in' move me here!
[coughing]
Ned, could you take him
in his room and help him change?
Sure, I'd love to.
Ready, Ernie?
Eat. Eat.
[keyboard clicking]
Hey.
Hey.
What are you doing?
Just chatting with some friends.
Anyone I know?
Not really.
Just kids from school.
Ah. You're not talking to people
you don't know, are ya?
Uh, you mean potential pedophiles?
Mm-hm.
Just the ones who live around here.
All right. It's after ten.
Why don't you shut it down now?
can I have five more minutes?
No. can you just shut it down
without a big negotiation?
Do you think I like coming down here
and being the Internet police guy?
No. I don't.
It's after ten.
Now, shut it down.
Okay. Fine. Just let me say goodbye.
I wouldn't want to
be rude to a priest.
[chuckles]
You...
You know, the day my
mother married him
that morning her mother told her
she was making a mistake.
That she was climbing--
Climbing into a sick bed.
I know, you told me.
At my brother's funeral
he was furious at my mother
for crying too loud--
for making a scene. He told her
to shush at her son's funeral.
I know. I know.
He's just such an idiot.
[sigh]
Well, you know, he was, um
he was probably upset too. He just...
Don't. Don't.
What?
Don't come running to his defense
every time I'm mad at him.
Which is pretty much all the time.
This is a huge
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