Mountain Men Page #2

No. Actually, they're

still with my lawyer.

Why? Like as far as

the estate's concerned,

he's legally deceased, right?

Yeah, well, not till

I sign it though.

Right, which would really

help out Mom, if you did that.

And you.

-What?

-Yeah.

If I sign, you get

your part of the estate.

Yeah, right,

I get my part of jack sh*t.

That's awesome.

I can't wait for that.

Well, listen, my lawyer's

in Italy for the winter,

so when he gets back,

he'll take a look at it.

How about that?

Holy sh*t.

My lawyer is in Italy.

He winters there.

Maybe we could like

put those two in touch.

They could hash it out over

a plate of fettuccine alfredo.

-F*** off.

-Something creamier?

My God.

No. No!

Is this it or what?

Please be seated.

Welcome to this happy occasion.

I'm gonna steal this.

Coop, please move on

with your life.

You wanted space,

you got it.

I actually feel sorry for you.

And by the way, Dr. Levin's

been leaving messages,

and I highly suggest

you call him

because you need help.

Bye.

F***.

Brojangles.

-Hey, man.

-Hey.

What's the problem?

They preaching a bit too much

Jesusism at you in there?

Just had to make a call.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

How's the 12?

Hard to say.

Yeah, they're a mystery,

my brother.

Drink up.

So you're cool

with this whole thing then?

Yeah, man.

The wedding?

Live and let live.

Plus he makes Mom happy,

so that makes me happy.

Okay, it just

happened all so fast.

I don't know, you know?

So you want to maybe head up

to the cabin tomorrow?

-Excuse me?

-Cabin.

Wanna hit the cabin

tomorrow?

I just ran into Bill Foreman

in the pisser.

We had a little chat,

and he told me he was

snowmobiling up there,

and he saw a squatter.

A squatter in the cabin.

In the cabin, like a hobo,

an old Doukhobor up there.

You know, I thought

we'd like take the truck.

I got the chains.

We'll go for a rip.

Make a whole day out of it.

Kick him out.

No.

You're gonna make me go evict

the squatter on my own.

-Yeah.

-Come on, man.

What if he's dangerous?

Just call the cops.

Can't call the cops, man.

They won't go up there

in the winter. You know that.

Think of the resale value.

He's probably like

pissing and shitting

in every nook and cranny

of the place.

No. Yeah, no,

I'm not gonna do that.

-Still no.

-No.

So no.

-Come on, it's freezing.

-Ken and Marian, 2014!

Hey! Be careful with those.

They're a strong batch.

Baby, they take my muse

to a whole nother level.

Come on!

-Come on. Come on!

-No, no.

I can't. I can't, Mom.

Please stop.

Don't you remember

doing the jitterbug with me

in the kitchen?

Remember?

I mean, I'm scarred for life.

All I want is one dance

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