The Poker House Page #2
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- Year:
- 2008
- 93 min
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I are working the same shift today.
Sure does.
What do you say we get some breakfast.
Sounds good to me.
All right.
Wait a minute.
What?
Looks like you grew about
an inch in your sleep.
Yeah?
I don't know if I should
feed you just yet.
What...
I wanna grow!
Oh, you do?
Yeah.
Oh, okay.
Well, let's get a move on.
Okay.
I wish you was
my daddy.
I couldn't be
your daddy.
Yeah, I know.
And you couldn't be my kid.
Yeah, I know.
You wanna know why?
Mmm, yeah,
I think so.
Yeah.
'Cause I'd kill ya.
You would not!
Sure I would.
I'd kill you with kisses.
You can't kill nobody
with kisses.
Oh, yeah, you can, actually,
if you tickle 'em at the same time.
Nah, that wouldn't work.
Yeah.
Know what else?
What?
If you were my kid, I'd make you
eat onion and lard sandwiches.
No, you wouldn't.
Yes, I would.
And I'd make you sleep in the doghouse.
No, you wouldn't!
You're a good guy.
News or sports?
Sports.
Sports it is.
I ran into a tree,
'cause we were sledding.
Where is everything?
I cleaned it up.
Oh, God. Oh, Jesus.
Why?
You know, where...
where is my...
my stuff?
You know, people
always movin'...
Where is my stuff?
People always moving
all my stuff!
You know,
this is my house.
I want to without people,
you know, taking things,
moving things?
Where the f*** is everything?
- Do you want me to make you a drink?
- Lord Jesus Christ on the cross!
Can't I... leave my
things where I want to?
This is my house,
for God's sake.
People...
People taking things.
Taking things...
from me.
I guess not.
What?
Why are you always
looking at me sideways?
Let me tell you,
lots of sh*t you don't know.
You think you're all-knowing
about everything.
You don't know sh*t.
I ain't looking at you.
You always
looking at me.
Ain't you got
nowhere to go?
Leave me alone!
Please.
Ohh. Ohh.
I ain't
botherin' you.
No, no.
I'm just sayin'...
You're just sayin'.
I'm sayin'.
No!
Whoa.
No! F***!
Yeah.
Look.
I'm sayin'...
this big one what left...
can f***.
So when you're ready...
you just tell me.
'Cause you're gonna have
to do it sooner or later.
Might as well
get it done right.
Guess we're gonna have to
figure out something soon.
One of these days.
Gotta pay to play.
'Cause you ain't gonna be...
14 forever.
Yeah, thank God
for small favors.
It wasn't always
like this, all f***ed up...
the house, my mom,
everything.
At the same
time, the disciples...
We were a real family once.
I had a dad.
Jesus called a little
child unto him and set him...
He was a preacher.
And said "Verily,
I say unto you,
"except ye be converted and
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