Hanging Up Page #3

This actually isn't

my first accident this year.

If my insurance company

hears about it...

...my rates will skyrocket.

They'll just go up.

I got the word.

Do you think that we could

settle this privately?

I can't...

I'll ask your mother.

All right, give me that, please.

Why would you talk to my mother?

I don't even speak to my mother.

That's very sad for you.

You can't go through life

without your mother.

You'll get a call.

Her name is Ogmed Kunundar.

Oh, your mother.

She's in Burbank, and

she'll know if this is all right.

I'm late.

My son's getting home any minute.

And I'm so sorry. I am so sorry!

This is fate. Or an accident.

Oh, it's an accident.

Maybe you're gonna be surprised.

I hope not.

So sorry.

I can't rely on you.

What good is a marriage...

...when I can't even trust that...

...you'll be on time

for one stupid meeting!

Look at me, Mom. Look at me!

Look at me, Mom, look at me!

Look at me, Mom.

Eve, not now!

Forget it!

I can't take it anymore!

What are you doing?

Dad! Daddy!

That's my Evie.

That's my cookie.

"It's not so bad"?

- It's really not that bad.

- Compared to a pileup, it's not bad.

The wheels and headlights are fine.

It wouldn't be an accident

without damage, I suppose.

I can just get in the other side.

Just like that. I can just...

I don't even think we have to fix it.

Because look at me. I'm in.

So there was no whiplash, and you

still have your teeth and your back...

No, I'm fine, and he just had

headlight damage and grill.

Mom, how many crackups

is that this year?

That's three now.

What is that?

It's my new laugh. Do you like it?

Lovely.

Lovely!

- Were you on the phone?

- No.

You were on the phone.

Let's call our legal representation.

Do you think

they'll cancel my insurance?

- I don't mind getting into that side.

- It's fine.

That side looks as good as new.

I think I've been

understanding about this.

I have to go play with my Legos.

I hope I can't go to jail for

suggesting that we settle privately.

Did Kim messenger the...?

Yeah. Good. The Nixon Library stuff.

That's my fourth car accident

this year.

Jesse, you can't leave that stuff

just hanging around like that.

You know, he reminded me of Nixon.

Who?

My father. You know, the same jowl...

...the same shlumpy little shoulders

like that.

Wait a minute. Now, why am I here?

Tea?

He can't walk, Joe.

He's dead!

- Hello?

- Georgia's really something, isn't she?

- Yes, Dad, she certainly is.

- Little Georgie.

Dad.

So, not dead.

Oh, not funny.

That is so not funny. God!

You just have no compassion for him.

You know why, don't you?

Or have you forgotten? It happened

right here. I remember.

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