American Girl Page #4

I don't want to horn in

on your family time, John.

My daughter's coming.

Hey, now, you never told me

you had a daughter. How old?

A couple years younger than the boy.

Teenage-something.

Teenage-something?

Well, maybe I will.

All right, I'll finish up work.

You're looking good, John.

One, two, three...

delicioso.

Yeah.

Jay, we should bring those

bottle rockets you been saving.

Mama, it says no explosives

of any kind right here.

It does not say that.

Mama, read it.

It says it right there.

That is just

the stupidest thing I ever heard.

Bottle rockets

never hurt nobody.

Actually, I saw uncle Arno

blow up a cat's butt

with a bottle rocket once.

When are you kids

going to stop telling tales

about uncle Arno?

"Uncle Arno tried to feel Rena up,

"uncle Arno tried to slip me the tongue,

uncle Arno is having sex

with the neighbor's dog."

I mean, Jesus!

That one I saw.

I like uncle Arno.

One day you kids are not going to

have me and uncle Arno

to blame everything on.

Mama, it says no whole chicken.

What? Why not?

I don't know,

perhaps it's a vegetarian institute.

Well, that's the stupidest thing I ever heard.

We're taking it.

All right.

We're good.

I'm running free

I'm falling down

I'm looking for

a little direction

I'm walking tall

I'm looking fine

but feeling so far from perfection

hey, but that's okay

junior, can you do anything with this?

I don't know.

Honey, honey, honey...

God, it looks like

it's going to explode or something.

Should we wake up Barbie?

It's the radiator.

Let's go over everything

not to upset your daddy with, okay?

All right, don't tell daddy

I dropped out of high school again.

Don't tell daddy that Jay junior

lost his box boy job at the Kroger.

Don't tell daddy about the two Koreans

that moved in

across the way.

Tell daddy that I'm planning

to go to beauty school.

That'll be happy.

Click your heels, Rena.

Maybe the wizard

will send us home.

Maybe he'll grant me a brain

so I have the good sense

to stay home next time.

Come on, you guys.

Let's hurry.

Jay:
Don't ask daddy why he

got passed up for parole again.

Barbie:
Don't tell daddy

about that queer boy

Jay used to run

around with.

And above all...

Jay:
Don't tell dad

you're going to have a damn baby.

Just remember that.

Your dad's going to have

a real nice day.

Hi.

All set, thanks.

Hey.

Hey.

Good to see you again.

Who, me?

I haven't been here in...

what is it, mama, three years?

Yeah, about that.

No, I swear you were

just here last week.

I must look like

somebody on TV.

No, I never forget a face.

Damn, it's the chicken.

I hope we don't get arrested.

No whole poultry.

Regulations.

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