Feeling Minnesota Page #2

OK?

Come on.

Sh*t!

Rock beats scissors.

God!

F***!

She's a knockout, isn't she?

So you won the game,

I won the girl.

I can't believe

you even showed up.

Especially without a present.

Nice tux, Sam.

I'm going to go pee.

They

Asked me how I knew

My true love was true

A little to the left.

A little to the right.

Bull's-eye!

Did you come for me?

I don't even know you.

No! Did you come for me?

Did you?

You got to shave, baby.

You're ruining my skin.

Jesus.

I look like sh*t.

Don't I look like sh*t?

Yeah, I do.

I'm getting old.

You're not even, what,

twenty-five?

I'm closer to thirty

than to twenty.

I used to be seven years old.

I used to be unborn.

I used to be fourteen.

And tomorrow

I'll be forty orfifty.

So?

I'm dying.

I'm dying. You're dying.

Right now, we're both dying.

Listen to the ticking.

It gets louder

with every second.

I don't want to die here.

You should just split.

Really?

You think those guys are just

gonna let me walk away?

They haven't yet.

See? They did this to me.

- Jesus.

- Yeah, Jesus.

Red says that

I owe him ten grand.

He says that I stole it

from him.

It's bullshit.

He found it on the books.

Your damn brother did.

So, there it is.

I'm his reward.

He's my punishment.

F*** them anyways.

F*** them anyways.

See you out back?

You see a pair

of laughing eyes

And suddenly

you're sighing sighs

You're thinking nothing's wrong

You string along, boy, then snap

Those eyes, those sighs

They're part of the tender trap

It'll always turn to sh*t.

Not only don't you bring

a gift...

you don't even say good-bye.

Those dreams that dream

They're part of the tender trap

Some starry night

When her kisses make you tingle

She'll hold you tight

And you'll hate yourself

for bein'...

Empty the cash.

Come on, come on!

Move it, move it, move it!

Jjaks? Jjaks, is that you?

Damn it.

Just give me the money.

You wouldn't shoot me,

would you?

I'm not gonna shoot you.

Sorry, Bob.

In my life

There's been heartache and pain

I don't know

if I can face it again

Can't stop now

I've traveled so far

It's a candy dish.

Congratulations

on your marriage.

Good-bye.

Don't leave me.

I'm sorry.

Mommy!

- Oh, my God.

- Is she all right?

You...

You killed her.

You show up to my wedding

after no one invites you.

Mom invited me.

Get her all upset...

so she faints and dies

just like that.

Maybe it was you who upset her.

Me? Not me.

I was herfavorite!

She didn't send me off packing

when I was eight!

Stupid.

Hey, Freddie.

Sorry.

So how is married life

treating you?

That good, huh?

Hey, can I bum one of those?

Thanks.

Sorry about your mother, boys.

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