Away We Go Page #5

Come on! Come on!

Oh! Now she's shy.

Did you see her ass?

She's got like...

What is it? What is it?

What?

Junk in the trunk.

She's got junk in her trunk!

Oh, my God!

It looks like a duffel bag

full of bricks.

I don't know if dykes

go for that or not.

Do they?

Burt, you worked with

a lesbian, didn't you?

Yes. Yes, I did.

I can't hear you!

I just don't think we should be talking

about it right in front of the children.

Please. Burt, it's just white noise

to them. Listen, watch this.

Taylor? Taylor?

Taylor? Taylor?

Taylor? Taylor?

I can keep going on and on.

They don't hear us. Seriously.

So tell me about the dyke.

The greyhounds have reached the

starting box for this afternoon's first race.

They are ready to go

over the 550-yard course.

What's your line again, Burt?

Insurance.

Like life insurance?

Sometimes.

But it's mostly

insurance futures.

It's pretty cool, actually.

Similar to how an individual or

a family might get insurance,

insurance companies

need insurance themselves.

It's sort of this hedge against...

Goddamn.

Of course it would come to this.

Yeah. What?

They made us afraid

of everything.

Insurance for insurance,

for insurance.

This country is just such a...

Ladies and gentlemen,

it is now race time.

Well, anyway,

if this country is sh*t,

everyone else is just

the flies on our sh*t.

Am I right?

And away they go and to the inside.

157 powers out to the front,

followed by the...

Go! Go!

...now on the inside turn...

Pick it up, pal!

Pick it up!

Hey, Lowell!

I used to have nice tits, right?

Verona doesn't seem to remember,

I don't think.

I had nice jugs, right?

They sucked me dry.

I don't even need a bra.

Now I just tuck them into my socks.

You ready for that, Burt?

They'll look like

an old man's nut sack.

They even grow hair on them.

A hairy old man's nut sack.

In Some Time and Queen Anne...

In Some Time!

Queen Anne is second.

Look at them go!

Pathetic.

So, Burt, you excited about all this?

Yeah.

This might be the best

one I've ever seen.

No, the baby, dummy.

Does this mean you guys

will finally get married?

They're not married?

I told you that.

Burt wants to, Verona doesn't

see the point.

Insurance, for one. If anyone,

you should understand that, Bart.

Anyone ever call you Bart?

It'd be kind of funny.

We didn't have insurance

when Ashley was born.

Well, we thought we did, and then

we didn't. And then I couldn't get it.

Pre-existing condition.

I'm crazy!

Look, whatever.

I don't know. I...

I guess I just never gave that much

thought to "marriage" marriage.

Well, at the very least, it'll keep you from

taking off in the middle of the night

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