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as everybody else's.

He's gluten intolerant.

Oh.

It sounds like you're

a real free spirit.

I wish I could still travel,

you know,

but you need freedom for that.

You really need to be

freed from so many things.

Luigi that's not fair.

We still have our good times.

This is a quiet life,

but still a good life.

Yeah, but those days

will come back,

I swear to you they will.

He'll grow up, I save

money, and we do it again.

- She needs guts.

- Pardon?

I said that

in order to do that

what you need is guts,

(throat clearing) guts.

Do you still fly sir?

No, not anymore.

I bet that requires

a lot of dedication.

Why is it that you don't fly

anymore?

Because more than

dedication it requires trust,

especially trust in yourself.

Once you lose that you,

you better quit.

You seem to me like a

very brave, blunt man.

That must come out of

self confidence and trust.

No,

if a person has to jump off a

very high cliff into the ocean

and they just close

their eyes and they jump

well that's brave,

but if you're going to evaluate

that from that height,

with that wind speed,

and the weight of your body

you can withstand the

impact of that water.

No, that's trusting yourself

and that's very different.

Mom what does trust mean?

- Do you mind?

- Go ahead.

Danny, what trust

means is that,

although your mom

told you those cookies

were the regular cookies, even

after you took the first bite

and you knew they clearly

weren't, you believed her.

That's what trust means.

Trust sucks.

It's does.

(wind blowing)

(dramatic music)

Are you here for me, because

if you are, I was thinking.

Relax, Phoenie,

if we were here for you,

you wouldn't be standing

in that doorway right now.

[Phoenix] Okay.

You would've been quietly

positioned horizontally

a while ago don't you think?

All right, quit being

a prima donna already.

[Phoenix] Okay sorry.

Get lost, get lost

for my entrance.

Maybe you can get back here,

back here.

'Cause I got fucks to do.

This isn't organic is it?

This is sh*t.

I knew it.

What the f*** are you doing?

(gun shooting)

(mumbling singing)

Getting too old for this sh*t.

Manners. Feet on the coach?

F***in' animal.

- Excuse him.

- What?

[Long Haired Man] So

since you're the pro,

where's all the soft dirt

around here?

I don't want to be here

all night, I'm hungry.

It's, other side of the

driveway, right over there.

[Long Haired Man]

You dig this time.

- Do you ever have food here?

- What?

- Are you okay, you eat?

- I'm okay.

Since we came here to

this god forsaken place

we brought the delivery

for next week.

The bags are in your

usual spot in your shed.

Okay.

- Okay, okay.

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