Sordid Lives Page #2

See, I go down to Tyler every year

for the county fair. Broom.

Oh, I just love all them animals

and them displays of macram...

and the cooking competition and all.

Besides, it gives me a chance

to see me and Wardell's sister.

I once made a rooster out of beans

and lentils when I was a girl...

in vacation Bible school.

- It's almost lifelike.

- Uh-huh.

- How is old Mozelle?

- Oh, she's fine.

Me and Mozelle, we had us

some good times once upon a time.

You know, her and Darrel

have had a bunch of marital problems.

He beat her up a few times.

Tepee.

Mama hung old Cockadoodle

in the kitchen.

That's what I called him.

""Cockadoodle.''

- That's amazing.

- But, uh, boll weevils

started eating them beans.

- And that was all she wrote.

- That's amazing.

- You know, any man who hits

a woman is no man at all.

- You got that right.

- Darrel's in group therapy

for abusive husbands now.

- Oh.

A bunch of wife-beaters

gets together once a week with

this specialist, and they purge.

Some of them

are deadbeat dads too.

Used to be two groups.

One for wife-beaters

and one for deadbeat dads.

But so many of them crossed over

from one group to the next,

they just merged.

Hey. They merged and they purged.

[ Chuckles ]

I've seen boll weevils in flour...

in, uh, oatmeal and parik-- paprika...

but never on a rooster

you made in vacation Bible school.

I probably should have married Mozelle

instead of Noleta...

and then I wouldn't have been

compelled to fool around...

and Peggy would still be alive.

Well, it's just somewhat awkward

when your neighbor's husband

kills your sister.

[ Gasps ]

Oh, Noleta has emerged.

- [ Yelling ]

- She's throwing all of G. W.'s stuff

out in the yard.

Goddamn sorry, cheating

son of a b*tch!

Oh, Lord have mercy on my soul.

- There goes the TV.

- [ Yelling, Cheering ]

Life is one big, ol' pile of sh*t,

Odell.

You know, G.W.,

no offence now, but, uh...

you're starting to get on my nerves.

I mean, get off the cross, buddy.

We need the wood.

[ Laughs ]

- That was a joke, G.W.

- [ Laughing ]

You know,

to try and lift your spirits.

My God. My God.

- Woo-hoo.

- Woo-hoo.

Woo-hoo.

Come on in, Noleta.

Thanks, Sissy.

I brung you this. It's, uh--

It's my mama's tuna casserole.

You know, the one I always make

with the Lay's potato chips

and the Cream of Mushroom soup.

Well, that is mighty nice of you...

given the circumstances and all.

- Are you all right?

- I'm fine.

Oh, Sissy.

- Oh.

- [ Sobbing ] I don't know what to do.

Everybody's laughing at me, Sissy.

G.W.'s made a complete fool out of me.

- Can I bum a cigarette, please?

- Oh, hon, I quit three days ago.

- Threw 'em all out.

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