What's the Worst That Could Happen? Page #2

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and so do I.

Used to be his lucky ring.

Now it's yours.

Well, how lucky was he?

Well, he was wearing it...

when he won that painting

in a card game.

Now I want something from you.

Name it.

I want you to promise me

that you'll never lie to me.

I've been

in that kind of relationship...

and I'll never do it again.

So no lies, OK?

No lies.

Said without a blink.

Oh, my God,

it's like needles in my eye.

I am too rich to have

a headache like this, Walter.

- You gotta get me out of this!

- G-get you out of this?

OK. I'll just undo

every single shady deal...

you've been a part of

for the last five years.

Sounds good to me!

There are no loopholes

this time.

Bankruptcy is the only option.

Great! Screw it.

Screw everybody.

Just file the goddamn papers.

What's the worst

that could happen?

Bankruptcy, Max.

That's the worst

that could happen.

Poodle cakes, it's only

the real estate company.

This is no big deal.

Tell her, Walter.

This is a...

It's a tech-technical procedure.

Yeah, that's right... a simple

little technical procedure.

It's humiliating, and it'll be

in all of the newspapers.

Well...

Maybe my father was right

about my marrying you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

There is no need...

to bring your daddy into this,

sugar lumps.

Walter and I,

we have this all worked out.

Our strategy is planned.

Right, Walter?

Fix it, Max, or else.

There is nothing to worry about,

snuggle bunny.

These things have a tendency...

to work themselves out

in the end.

They always do. Come on.

Come on, give me little kisses.

Come on, let me see 'em.

Let me see the lippies.

That's it. Wanna go to lunch?

Let's go. Come on.

Let's go.

We'll eat. We'll drink.

We'll forget all this crap.

Respect.

R-e-s-p... you know the rest.

That's what's missing.

Nobody respect anything now.

Nobody respect your work,

nobody respect your elders.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Nod your head, man,

if you're awake.

Yeah, respect. I hear you.

If I want to talk to myself,

I'll leave myself a voice mail.

I know that good-Iookin'

young man right there, baby.

I know that smile anywhere.

What you got

for good old Uncle Jack?

Uh, nothin'.

I just came by to see Amber.

- Where is she?

- She's workin'.

She loves to work.

She the best damn waitress

I ever hired.

All perky and sh*t.

You'd like her,

you get to know her.

How I'm gonna get to know her,

speakin' that foreign language?

I know all I need to know.

You ain't pulled a damn job

since she moved in with you.

Look, Uncle Jack,

I can talk to you.

- You sure can.

- I can talk to you, right?

That's doggone right.

- All right, I think...

- What?

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