Say It Isn't So Page #3

Well, thank them for me, and thank you.

- Just doin' my job.

- How's your ear?

It's OK. I got all the pus drained out of it.

Close the goddamn door.

You have a robot?

Daddy, I'd like you to meet Gilly Noble.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Wingfield.

He's a little shy around strangers.

- I'm gonna get Ringo some half-and-half.

- OK.

So...

Oh, golf, huh?

It seems every time I play,

I get Tourette's syndrome.

You know. Fore!

Sh*t, damn, crap.

Fore! Sh*t, damn, crap.

Hey, dork.

Turn it to Channel 7, dipshit.

You can say "dipshit" with that thing.

That's neat.

Come on, have some more. You probably

don't eat this well very often on your salary.

- Mama, leave him alone.

- Aw, that's OK, Jo.

I'll find room.

So, Willy, what do they pay you

down there for gassin' strays?

No, ma'am, I don't gas them.

What do you do? Hit 'em with a bat?

No, I meant I'm not the one

who actually puts them to sleep.

I, uh... I couldn't do that.

And as for the pay, it's not much,

but it plays into my long-term career goal.

- Which is?

- I wanna be a veterinarian.

You'd be a great vet.

Doctor Noble.

Thanks, but it's not gonna be easy.

Four more years at the junior college

and I'll have my two-year degree.

And then I'll transfer over to State,

and with a BA in general studies

I should be able to get into

any vet school in Mexico.

Sounds foolproof.

If Gilly says he's gonna be a vet,

then I believe he's gonna be a vet.

Excuse me a minute.

Care for a taste of my pie?

No, thanks. I'm full.

Suit yourself. I'm gonna have a slice.

Easy on the corns, Dr Dolittle.

The Lord,

our Lord,

has blessed me with the divine gifts

of tracking, finding and retrieving.

Come on, Vic.

Just tell me what you have so far.

I'll tell you what I got.

Now, I'm about 90 per cent on this.

But I believe that your birth mother is still

alive and living somewhere in the local area.

And her name is...

Suki Yamaguchi.

That sounds a little...

Japanese- y to me.

This detective, Vic Vetter, is lookin'

for my family. But so far, no luck.

What if you find out you're the son of the guy

who invented shoe polish? You'd be rich.

I wouldn't care if he just

shined shoes for a living.

Not havin' a family's left a big,

empty space inside of me.

- It's really important that I find them.

- You will.

This is the first time I've ever

been up here with anyone.

- You don't like it up here, do you?

- No, no, it's fine. It's fine.

Just being here reminds me of a bad time.

I was seven and we had to

put our dog Humpy to sleep.

I still haven't gotten over it.

- It's ridiculous, I know.

- No, that's not ridiculous at all.

Every Friday I see animals

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes