Fierce People Page #6

Not all of them did.

McCallum doped up Dwayne's mother

and dead-horsed her.

That's just vulgar.

I'm getting tired.

Not too many of those, Pilar.

Good night.

Herbert.

We can smoke.

Were you one of the doctors who worked

on my father at Sloan Kettering?

We both know I'm not a doctor.

I thought as much.

So how long exactly have you

been friends with my father?

You should ask him that.

If my father answered my questions,

then I wouldn't have to ask you.

Liz...

Hi.

I'll leave you to it.

I wanted to wait before this

next song to ask you to dance.

- You don't wanna do that.

- It's just a sip.

It's more vodka than Cola.

We let Pilar think we don't know.

So much for the slow dance.

- Let's cut a rug.

- All right.

Ready?

- Here we go.

- My God.

- Downshift to second!

- What the hell do you mean?

You gotta spend the night!

Mr. Osborne wants you at his house

for lunch tomorrow...

one o'clock sharp. Don't be late.

Finn Earl, sir.

Hi.

Hi.

You know, I hear a lot of rumors...

and innuendo

about your mother and me.

The only innuendo I know

is that you're nailing my mom.

Nailing your mom?

Don't you ever use that expression

in reference to your mother, you hear?

Your mother and I...

we're just friends.

What?

You bring us out here,

you give us a house...

but there's nothing between you?

Why should I believe you?

Sit down.

Sit down!

What are you doing?

Take a good look, sonny.

You're only gonna get to see it once.

You don't have any balls.

Precisely.

Surgical procedure

is called an orchiectomy.

The theory being that

if they cut off your balls...

it'll slow down your cancer.

My prostate...

You know what a prostate is, right?

It's a little thing, it's up your ass.

Mine, unfortunately,

was the size of a baseball.

I was in a coma.

My then wife gave them

the green light.

When I met your mother...

I was a eunuch.

You know what a eunuch is, don't you?

Well, if that doesn't satisfy you,

you can get the hell out of my house.

On the other hand, if it does,

we could have lunch. Your choice.

- Lunch.

- Good choice.

Herbert!

When they cut your balls off...

you'd expect your voice

to go up an octave.

But mine didn't.

I'm not trying to be a wiseass...

but why are you and my mother

such good friends?

Wiseass.

I didn't meet your mother

until a year ago.

The surgeons had just performed...

their dastardly deed on me.

I was pretty down.

- Hello. - And your mother

walked into my room.

Hi.

She was like an angel.

I dropped my cartridge.

I tell you what...

if you still wanna pull the trigger

after I give you a foot rub...

I'll give you your bullet.

Okay?

She saved my life.

Here. You're gonna need this.

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