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Can I have a beer, too, please?
You betcha.
I'm going to drink with my dad.
I didn't tell you that
Noel and I broke up.
Who?
Noel.
The girl I've been living with
for the past two years.
She moved out.
We broke up.
Oh.
Maybe I should have
asked her to get married. I don't know.
I just...
I just never felt sure,
you know what I mean?
How are you supposed to know
when you're sure?
Were you sure?
Huh?
How did you and Mom
end up getting married?
Oh, she wanted to.
And you didn't?
I figured, what the hell.
Were you ever sorry
you married her?
All the time.
Could have been worse.
You must have been in love.
At least, at first.
Never came up.
Did you ever talk
about having kids?
How many you wanted
and stuff like that?
Nope.
Then why did you have us?
Because I like to screw.
And your mother is a Catholic.
So, you figure it out.
So, you and Mom never
actually talked about
whether you wanted kids or not?
I figured if we kept on screwing,
we would end up with a couple of you.
Did you ever think
about leaving her?
Oh, I would just end up
with somebody else
who would give me sh*t all the time.
Yeah, you would.
Yeah.
I'd say she's put up
with your drinking all these years.
I don't drink that much.
- You're an alcoholic.
- Bullshit.
Oh, what do you mean, "bullshit"?
I knew you had a problem
when I was eight.
I used to watch you hide
your booze in the garage.
Yeah, you stole it, too.
I figured it was you.
You cost me a lot of money.
Yeah, I poured it out
because I was sick
of seeing you drunk all the time.
I figured it was you.
You would never catch your brother
sneaking around like that.
I served my country.
I Pay my taxes.
And I got a right to do
whatever the goddamn hell I want.
So, I guess you do drink.
- A little bit.
- A lot.
All right.
So, I drink a lot!
God damn it, so what?
You do what you want to do, and so do I.
You would drink, too, if you were
married to your mother.
And it ain't your job
to tell me what to do,
you little cocksucker.
Dad.
Dad.
Dad!
What?
Should I take you back
to Ray and Martha's?
I don't know.
Say, don't you
owe me a couple of bucks?
Christ Almighty, it's Woody Grant.
I don't believe it!
How the hell are you, Woody?
God, I never thought
I'd see you back in Hawthorne.
Fellas, say hello to my
old friend Woody.
Hello, Woody.
Yeah!
Move over. Move over.
Sit down, sit down.
I don't believe this.
Jesus Christ, Woody.
So, how you been?
- Pretty good.
- Yeah?
Me, too. I can't complain.
Boy, it's been a long time, Woody.
A long time.
Hi, I'm David, Woody's son.
Oh. Ed Pegram.
Ed Pegram?
Davey? Oh, no sh*t.
How you doing, guy?
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