Stanley & Iris Page #3

I went to the Grand Canyon once.

I walked all the way down to the bottom.

Stayed there six days and six nights.

Slept in a bedroll.

Didn't see anybody.

Didn't say anything to anybody.

The best time I ever had.

Six days?

Oh, God, it would drive me crazy.

You don't have to fight for anything

or explain anything

or dodge anything.

You just feed the deer

and watch the sun go down.

You see, I like bright lights

and a lot of people.

I see you're feeling good today.

You wear that pink sweater

when you feel good.

When you feel bad, you wear the grey one.

- I only have two sweaters.

- Am I right or wrong?

- You're watching me.

- You stand out.

Let's take a look at these fortune cookies.

"Make new friends and trust them."

Did you write this?

Seems like pretty good advice.

What did you get?

Here.

- Open it.

- No point in opening mine.

I'm not lucky.

Oh.

I better go pick up my wash.

OK.

We need a refill on shrink wrap!

You were 15 minutes in the toilet.

You get a five-minute break.

- I had cramps.

- Have them in five minutes.

And you, get your hair up inside your net.

F*** this factory, and f*** him.

Oh! Looks like we got ourselves

a new flavour.

God, the smell of cookies

is giving me a headache.

We need a longer break.

- You got a Tylenol?

- No.

Yeah, look under the counter,

right in front of you.

Got a bunch of stuff in there.

That's Rolaids.

That's Sine-Aid.

Never mind.

Cox, somebody's ass

is going in the meat grinder.

Don't say you're gonna call your union,

because I'll call the cops.

$2,000 worth of purchase orders

never got here.

You think I'm upstairs chewing cigars?

I got a bookkeeper.

Maybe she's got bad breath

but she's got good eyes.

What happened to my mayonnaise?

My 150 pounds of coffee? My tuna fish?

Come on, who's getting fat off of me?

It isn't Stanley Cox.

Who are you? What do you know?

You know something I don't?

He can't read and he can't write,

so it isn't him.

Do you mind if I sit down?

I don't feel much like company.

- I gave you away, didn't I?

- Yes, ma'am, you did.

You were headed for trouble.

Lady, I'm always in trouble.

- It's nothing to be ashamed of.

- Is that right?

You don't rob banks.

I can't open an account in one.

What do you do with your money?

Keep it under my mattress

like a skid-row bum.

I never thought what it would be like.

In the city, you can't read street signs.

You're lost. You grab people.

You stop 'em.

You ask three, four people,

"Which way? Where do I go?

How do I get there?"

You can't take a bus.

You can't read where it's going.

You can't drive a car

because you can't get a licence.

You ask yourself,

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