Nebraska Page #2

Get married, break up...

I don't know.

Let's do both.

Let's... Let's do something.

Pick up or call me back,

- right now.

- Sh*t.

I don't know what

I'm going to do with him.

I'm going to put him in a...

Hi, Mom. I'm here.

Dad.

Dad!

Leave me alone.

Come on, let me take you home.

I'm going to Lincoln

if it's the last thing I do.

I don't care what you people think.

Listen to me. You didn't win anything.

It's a complete scam.

So you've got to stop this, okay?

I'm running out of time.

You don't even have a suitcase.

I'm not staying there.

Dad.

I can't let you go.

It's none of your business.

Yes, it is. I'm your son.

Well, then why don't you take me?

I can't just drop everything

and drive to Lincoln, Nebraska.

Oh.

What else you got going on?

Have you lost your marbles, too?

Get your father out of your car

this goddamned instant.

You need to help me.

I'm the one who does

all the work around here.

Your father just sits there.

Look at him. He's useless.

His mother spoiled him.

Mom, don't worry, okay?

We'll only be gone a couple of days.

Why don't you just enjoy the time alone?

You always complain

about having him around.

What about your job?

Well, I told them I was sick.

Sick in the head.

I'm going to tell Ross to call you.

He'll back me up.

Right. Sounds great. Bye, Mom.

You're just like your father.

Stubborn as a mule!

Let me know when you

get tired. I'll drive.

You can't drive.

I can drive a hell of a lot better

than that moron.

All right, Dad.

I can drive a hell of a lot better

than that moron.

Sh*t.

Jesus Christ, Dad,

what are you doing here?

Oh.

I got thirsty.

Well, good to see you're not drinking.

Beer ain't "drinking."

Let's go.

- Hey, Dad.

- Yeah?

How about we go see Mount Rushmore?

We don't have time for that.

It's just 30 minutes off the Interstate.

We're right here.

It's just a bunch of rocks.

So, what do you think, Dad?

It doesn't look finished to me.

How do you mean?

Well, looks like somebody

got bored doing it.

Washington's the only one

with any clothes,

and they're just kind of roughed in.

Lincoln doesn't even have an ear.

Okay, we've seen it.

Dad?

Dad?

Come here.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Dad.

I'm fine.

Go back to bed.

All right, sir.

Are you hanging with me?

Mmm.

Let me know if I'm hurting you, bud.

Mmm.

Don't worry about it. Almost done.

All right, sir.

That ought to pretty much do it.

You did great.

Give me a second.

Where's my teeth?

You lost your teeth?

Did you leave them at the motel?

No.

The tavern?

I wasn't in no tavern.

Did you leave them

at the place where they serve alcohol

that you don't call a tavern?

Must have been when I fell by the tracks.

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