The Book of Henry Page #2

a big deal, but...

No, no. I... It is.

I, I get it.

Moving forward, I vow to

mind my leaf distribution.

Appreciate it.

My future daughter-in-law.

God.

She's adorable.

But her stepfather...

Glenn.

Mr. Sickleman.

Late again.

Dog ate my car.

Well, table seven says

their eggs are too wet.

So, have fun with that.

Hey, toots, how's tricks?

The feds are all over me.

Had to move money

into my Swiss bank account.

And the rates are terrible.

Tell me about it,

when I won the lottery,

you should have seen the taxes.

Eighty-two million

turned into sixteen million.

What am I gonna buy with that?

- Hey, table seven is real.

- You sell the castle yet?

Corsica. But I'm having a hard

time unloading Monte Carlo.

My b*obs are up here.

Yeah, easy.

Miss? This isn't

what I ordered.

Hey, Susan? The new payroll gal

ain't exactly the brightest.

She mailed your paycheck home

even though I told her

you were coming in today.

It's a nice neighborhood

you live in.

Somehow I always figured you

rent an apartment somewhere.

Thank God

for alimony?

Yeah, right.

I guess I could just set you up

with direct deposit

if that's easier.

I, I don't know.

I'll have to ask Henry.

You have to ask

your 11-year-old?

Twelve.

He's almost twelve.

Henry!

I need your help!

Morris took your medal!

Hurry! Let's just go!

Hey!

Thank you, Dot.

There he is.

Hey, Christina.

You okay?

Yeah. I'm good.

Henry! Henry!

Peter! Hey!

- Let him go.

- Henry!

- The medal!

- What's your problem, dude?

I told you to

stay away from him.

He's a little douche bag.

You, you're smart at least.

But him?

Alright, come on, guys,

break it up.

He's a nothing.

He's a nothing!

- Where were you?

- Remember that.

I'm sorry.

Thank you, let's go.

Come. Come on, Peter.

I said sorry to you,

like, a thousand times.

I promise I will not let

Morris near you again. Okay?

I promise.

I bet I can make you smile.

Mom's home!

Hello?

My munchkin!

What... Geez, Henry,

just say no.

Surprise.

Sheila!

Hello, Peter.

Hank.

It's actually Henry.

I think you'd be able to retain

at least one simple name

somewhere beyond that haircut.

Nice goggles. They go well

with your misshapen head.

Don't you two start already.

Now, I'm gonna pretend

all this didn't happen.

'Cause I've had a hell

of a day, and Sheila and I

are just gonna hang out

a little. Okay?

They're gonna get

so drunk right now.

- I know.

- I heard that.

My mom...

But my mom was a b*tch.

But she was,

like, she wasn't.

She would try to,

she scared my friends.

How?

You know those like,

Dracula teeth?

Yeah.

For Halloween?

Yeah, and if a,

if a guy asked me out

at all,

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