Greener Mountains Page #3

moth, mustard-seed.

Grab the rope.

- Ready!

- And I...

go.

( laughter )

Damn.

You're the best

mustard-seed we've ever had.

Three toe?

Toe, toe?

Really?

Yeah, really.

Perfect. Perfect.

Right?

"Weaving spiders, come not here;

Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence!"

I can't believe you roped me into this.

When does your semester start?

The first week of September.

How 'bout I stay up here

and we drive down together?

Woman:
We probably make

a million decisions

in our lives.

Two, maybe three, have the capacity

to truly alter our lives forever.

When did you decide this?

I've been thinking

about it for a while now.

Just seems right.

You're bluffing.

Huh? He hasn't placed a bet.

Gee, buddy, I thought

you were going to U.V.M.

I mean, Holly and me

were gonna come up...

Past Mother:

Your bet, J.P.

Plus this.

- Your lucky softball?

- Yup.

That's a mighty

steep bet there, partner.

I can handle it, Mike.

Ah, it's too rich for me.

Yeah, if I wanted high stakes,

I'd go to Vegas.

Call.

Pair of twos.

Nines and fours.

Damn!

Oh, it ain't wise to bluff the bluffer

who taught you in the first place.

Present Mike:
Holly and me,

We were gonna come up.

Maybe catch a few games, remember?

Man:
In any case,

Jimmy, it's way too late

to transfer to NYU now.

You'd have to wait a year.

Well, I can't.

Well, hell, let's get Eric up here.

Raise.

Eric your grandson?

Yeah, he's managing the whole NYU

endowment portfolio or something.

Isn't he, counsel?

- That he is.

- Well, hell,

let's get him up here.

Mother:
You remember Muggs.

- How are you?

- Eric.

And this is Max.

He's the Sherriff of our town.

Yeah, I remember you used

to come up when you were a kid.

That's right. That's right.

J.P., I remember.

Yeah, I'm your Uncle.

He is my Uncle, isn't he?

How are you, Uncle J?

I'm good.

Enough yapping.

Who's dealing?

All right, give me those.

( hacking cough )

You okay, Grammy?

Oh, I would be if the damn doctor

would give me something stronger

than cherry syrup to get rid of it.

Maybe Dr. a should

be writing prescriptions

down at the state liquor store.

Well, if you shut up,

I'll go see him tomorrow.

( clears throat )

So can you help out J.P., Eric?

Are you kidding?

Grammy, I would do anything for you.

I would do anything for her.

I'll make it happen.

Cool.

So I'm going to NYU.

All right.

( baby gurgles )

( gurgles )

"Fairies, skip hence..."

Len asked me if I wasn't

too old to bring up a baby.

( laughs )

I told him any baby'd

be lucky to be brought up by me.

Most moms don't have

a speck of wisdom to pass on,

haven't lived long enough.

Mommy's losing too much for you?

( laughs )

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