Going Berserk Page #3

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Yeah.

I'm sorry I'm late,

everyone.

I always say you can

call me anything but don't

call me late for dinner.

Yeah.

Mother, it's good to see you.

You look as wonderful as ever.

Hi, honey. Hello, baby.

Hello, Daddy.

Hello, Mr. Reese.

Yeah.

Daddy, John and Chick's

business is really

improving now.

Do you think that's gonna

make you enough money

to support my daughter,

driving a limousine?

Yes, sir, I do.

Yes, sir, that, and I also

supplement my income

by drumming part time.

As a matter of fact,

I'll be performing tonight.

Wonderful.

You hang out in nightclubs?

No, sir, it's not

really a nightclub.

How much money

do you make a year?

Wouldn't you rather talk

about this in private, sir?

No!

I'll get it.

Who could be

at the back door?

That'd be probably

my best man Chick

and his date.

I invited him, Daddy.

As I was saying,

how much money

do you make in a year?

Oh...

In a year? I would say

anywhere from 30 to...

$11,000 a year, sir.

But I invest

very heavily in stocks.

Stocks?

Oh, yes.

Who's your investor?

It's...

You wouldn't know them.

Really? What's that name?

No, I know a lot

of small firms.

Oh, they're just,

they're new almost,

and they go by the name of,

of Smith and Barney

and Andy and Dopey.

I'm very sorry.

You clumsy ox!

Daddy, please!

Do you see what you did?

He didn't mean

to break the chair.

He's too fat.

I'm sorry.

I'm very sorry about

the chair, sir. A little Krazy

Glue will fix that right up.

I'll just sit here if it's...

Here's my friend

Chick Leff now

and his date.

Hi, everybody.

Thanks for the invite.

Johnny, this is Misty.

Hi.

Oh, soup.

Pretty fancy place here, huh?

Yes, it looks great.

You have a half hour left.

It's up to you if you

wanna get off or not.

Oh!

Cool it!

You know how ridiculous

you people look?

Hello, darling.

Patti's here now.

I hate you people.

I hate all of you.

She doesn't mean this.

But your day

of reckoning will come!

And when it does,

I hope you get

what you deserve!

That's my daughter Patti.

She's the youngest.

Probably just a phase

she's going through.

If you like, I'll talk to her.

You know, I'm more her age.

Oh, Jesus, I need a drink.

I gotta make a martini.

He's been under

a lot of strain lately.

That's all right,

Mrs. Reese.

Stress has been known

to turn people

into complete shitheads.

Not your husband

per se, but...

I'll get it.

Well, maybe the wedding

will help to

bring everybody

closer together.

Yeah.

Yeah. Weddings are like that.

Misty, your pimp

is here to see you.

Uh-oh...

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

Come on, ladies, and run.

Run, shoulders back.

The new recruits

sure look good.

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