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move your omelets.

- Hi, honey.

- Hi, Mom.

- How's business?

- It's fine, I guess.

I'd like you

to meet my friend Joe.

Joe, this is my son

Christopher.

Hello, Christopher. Your mom's

said nice things about you.

Yeah.

That's pretty much her job.

She's my mom.

Will you please step back?

I have to put the hatch down.

Well, hurry up

so we can scoot, Chris.

OK.

I'll catch you later.

- Bye-bye.

- Bye.

Give me a break

tonight, Chris.

You mean to start

seeing that guy?

Maybe.

What happens when Dad

comes back and catches you?

Catches me doing what,

talking to another man?

Yeah.

Well, I don't think

it'd be any worse...

than having you catch me,

do you?

Seriously, Mom.

I want to talk about this.

Honey, the reason your daddy

and I got divorced...

was he couldn't

talk to me anymore.

I figured once I let him

have the divorce...

that I'd be allowed

to talk to other men.

Well, Buggs

and Termina's parents...

didn't talk to each other

for a year...

and they got back together.

That's because they were

only separated, Chris.

I mean,

when you're divorced...

it means you're just not

interested in trying anymore.

Honey, we talked

about this already.

Well, what's the point

of getting married...

when you can crap out

any time you want?

Well, I guess there really

isn't much point.

Come on, Rebel. Come on, boy.

- Bye.

- Come on.

Come on.

Oh, my God.

You better get two.

OK.

Hey, Emmett,

if Louis shows up...

tell him me and Oakley went

to catch Tracy's new act.

- What act?

- All right.

Oh, hi. I didn't see you.

Get it in the hole.

I'm getting it in the hole.

OK. Get it tight.

OK.

You up for a little nose action?

- Yeah.

- OK.

- Oh, boy.

- Steady.

Yep.

Oh, man.

Oh, monster.

And at one buck a "G,"

for free.

- Ready?

- Blast off, baby!

Great!

Isn't she great?

Tracy!

Tracy!

Turn 'em on, Trace!

Come on!

Oh, great.

I was real mad at Mom,

but real sad, too.

What made Mom so crazy...

that she'd put a song

on the jukebox...

and moon a bunch of drunks?

I hitched a ride

with some lady on a Harley.

She told me to hang on tight.

Then she put my hands

on her tits.

I kept them there,

but didn't squeeze.

Thanks a lot.

It was all screwed up.

Deep down, I wanted just to bury

my head on Mom's shoulder...

forget about how we lived

and why Dad was gone.

Hey, mister,

could you give me a ride?

- Where do you want to go?

- North Miami.

OK, kid.

Thanks a lot.

Man is about

to launch himself...

on a trip to the moon...

with the expectation

of landing there...

man going to the moon

aboard that Saturn rocket.

The rocket will go...

will put the men into orbit...

115 miles above the earth...

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