Grandview U.S.A. Page #4

Nothing.

- I can't help it.

- Susan.

It's killing me, I can't help it.

The conversation is finished.

- What conversation?

- It's none of your business.

- Yeah, they're my b*obs.

- Susan.

What b*obs? You have b*obs?

Can it.

See, Mom, that's what I mean.

You can't even tell I have anything

with this dumb thing on.

- We wear bras in this family, period.

- We do?

- I said can it.

- It's canned, it's canned.

- Took me 13 years to grow them-

- Oh, my God.

Just when they stem to show,

I have to smash them down

with a bra?

Better smashed than flopping.

I wish they'd flop.

I'd pay a million dollars

if they'd just wiggle a little.

- Susan, I'm warning you.

- They're my b*obs, Mom.

- Breasts.

- Breast, boob, what's the difference?

- A lot in your case.

- Oh, sit on it.

- Susan.

- Tim.

All right.

The conversation is finished.

Some conversation.

I thought we'd have

a little get-together in the backyard

after the graduation exercises.

Oh, I don't wanna have a party.

Oh, sure you do.

Mom, I would really just like to-?

Oh, Dad, gross.

Excuse me.

MTV Music Television.

We've got your favorite

video music in stereo.

What are you guys doing here?

We just need a couple

of hundred thousand to tide us over.

All we've got left

is the condo in Bogot.

I'm busy, leave me alone.

You can't do this to us,

not after all the things

we've done for you.

- Yeah, Tim.

- Johnny, take care of them.

Beat it.

Stick them up.

You got any gum?

What?

You got any gum?

No, sorry.

Damn.

You work here?

Yup, me and my ma.

She sells the hot dogs,

takes the ticket money.

I drive the forklift, that's my job.

Nobody can do it but me.

If you wanna drive in the derby,

what do you gotta do?

Just put it in reverse, go like crazy.

Ka-bam!

That's it, huh?

Smash them up.

- Where do you get the cars?

- I got some back there.

I got a...

What do they call it?

The front of it

looks like a rocket ship.

Studebakers,

you know, Studebakers?

Yeah, sure.

Well, it's kind of a Studebaker,

it's got a Buick engine in it.

It's a "Stud-a-Buick."

Here comes the Stud-a-Buick.

They don't make them anymore.

All out.

- You want that one?

- How much you want-?

You can't sell my cars, Cowboy,

you know that.

- Yes, I can.

- No, you can't.

- Why not?

- Because they're mine, not yours.

They are too mine.

Look, just go back to the trailer

and I'll fix you supper.

I ain't hungry.

Just do what I say, go.

Now, go.

- Come here.

- What?

You got something in your ear.

Thanks, Mike.

I didn't mean to get him in any trouble.

You didn't.

What can I do for you?

- I wanna drive in the derby.

- Why?

I thought it'd be some fun,

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