Graduation

By your Senior

year in High School,

you either know what you want

to do in life or you don't.

But first comes

graduation.

Ours was today.

I probably would have gone,

except for one thing...

The police

had us surrounded.

# let's go #

# I wanna take you

for a ride... #

I want...

to get

into Harvard.

Okay, I want

a date to prom.

But she's gotta

like Iggy, yeah,

and have long legs

and-- oh, sh*t!

I want...

a 10-inch penis.

Whoo-hoo!

I want...

Get out.

Oh, hey, this isn't the last

one before graduation, right?

No. No, dude,

we definitely got time.

-Bye.

- Don't work too late, Carl.

Good night, Jackson.

Hey.

- Sleep tight.

- I would sleep so much tighter

If I had something

to hold on to.

- Hold on to this.

- Hey hey!

- Bye.

- Bye.

Hey, mama.

- Hey hey, Polly.

- Hey.

Going back to work?

Yeah yeah, I gotta crunch

some numbers with Barbara.

This new loan

program's a mess.

- You hear anything?

- I'm not getting in.

- Go to work, please.

- Okay, all right.

Come in through the front.

Your mom's gonna go nuts

If she sees you

all wet like that.

The cheetah has

accelerated from a standstill...

- How you feeling, ma?

- Hey.

The dry scrub brush

of the African plain

Provides a perfect

launching pad...

Legs again, huh?

It's nothing.

So you think

he'll be awake?

Carl? No way.

Carl! Carl!

Get up, man.

Ow! Ow!

Carl needs sleep.

No.

Carl needs coffee.

Mm-hmm,

Carl needs coffee.

- Better?

- Oh yes.

Thanks, hon.

- Hello.

- Good morning, sleepyhead.

Oh, Jesus, I knew you were

in here. I could smell you

from all the way down the hall.

- Ha ha ha.

- Hey, who needs a bowl?

- Hey, I'll take care of that.

No no no, not so fast,

you flash, you.

- Yep, we're making breakfast.

- It's all us.

Do you want the Cap'n

or cornflakes?

Since you're asking,

both.

Thank you.

Hey, Mare, guess what.

Me and Polly got our dorm

assignments for state.

- We're in the same one.

- Oooh!

- They let you in?

- Hey, eat me.

Come on, boys.

Is she not the

cutest girl in the world?

What about you,

Jackson?

Surely you've heard

from a few schools by now.

I didn't have

the scores, Mrs. J.

You don't do something with yourself,

you're gonna have to answer to me.

whoa!

Good morning.

Hey, Dad!

Hi, Dad.

- You know what I mean.

- Watch out, Chauncey!

Wow, man,

You really suck

at driving, don't you?

Excuse me.

Two weeks to graduation

means two weeks

to my final.

Earth to Mr. Boyd.

Can you name me two families

in the Basidiomycota Phylum?

Mr. Jackson,

can you help Mr. Boyd?

No, sir.

Why should we care

about fungi at all?

Yes, Polly.

- Without it, we wouldn't have penicillin.

- Yeah, or beer.

Precisely, Mr. Boyd.

Carl.

- Yeah.

- Come on.

Hey, you thought any more about

your speech you're gonna give?

- I'm not valedictorian.

- Maybe it's a matter of time.

Just do me a favor:

When you do give a speech,

don't talk about the journey

or the future being

wide open.

Or how we're all

the leaders of tomorrow.

- Diamonds in the rough.

- Raw clay.

- I hate raw clay. That's so dumb.

- Okay, I get the idea.

This is so stupid.

- Hey!

- Hey!

Hey, it's late.

What are you doing here?

I told your mom

I had to drop off

Some homework.

She's still home.

She's downstairs.

Yeah, I know. It's

never stopped us before.

Oh, my god!

- Come here.

- No no no.

I just-- I-- I--

okay.

No, I--

I just don't feel

like it, okay?

What's wrong?

I got into Harvard.

Oh my god. It's

amazing. I mean--

It's not S.U.

No no, I know

it's not, but--

Okay--

There's still Thanksgiving

And winter break

And spring break

And summer.

We can make it work,

you know?

- You really think so?

- Mm-hmm.

- I'm proud of you.

- Mom!

What are you

doing home?

I got drunk last night celebrating

the day your mom left us

For the carpet salesman.

Company shipped without me.

After last night,

I gotta drive 15 in a row

just to make the mortgage.

And that means

missing graduation.

I'm sorry as hell.

I don't even know

if I'm going.

- Hey, mike.

- Yeah.

- Can I ask you a question?

- Sure.

When did you know

that you wanted

to be a truck driver?

I didn't.

You ready for this?

I wanted to dance.

What do you wanna be?

I don't know.

"Your account has exceeded

its maximum annual...

reimbursement.

We regret to..."

Whoa, Mom. Mom, Mom!

- Carl, it hurts!

- Mom Mom Mom!

Your mother's got a lot of

fans here pulling for her,

- But I have to be honest.

- Don't.

There is one alternative

with this kind of cancer--

- A bone marrow transplant.

- Okay, let's do it.

The hospital received a call from

your insurance carrier yesterday.

You're not even covered

for this visit.

Okay.

How much

for everything?

$100,000.

I can sell my car.

That's nice.

Would you really

sell your car?

Yeah, I mean, your mom

taught me how to drive.

Excuse me.

Come on.

My dad will loan you

the money easy.

- You just gotta ask him.

- Yeah, I know.

No, I'm sorry, Carl.

There's--

There's absolutely

nothing the bank can do.

- Hey, Polly.

- Hey, where were you?

You missed dinner.

- What's the matter?

- Where's Dad?

Where do you think?

Dad!

Hey, how's my little

Harvard girl?

Why is the alarm on?

Well, Mom made me promise

to keep it on.

Why, is everything okay?

If Mrs. J doesn't get

this money, Dad--

Honey, honey,

there's no way

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