Small Town Saturday Night Page #5

to me and your father.

Hey there.

ls your mommy or daddy home?

Yeah?

Hi.

Get your asses back in this house.

What did I say?

F***in' a**hole.

Come on, you piece of sh*t.

Come on, you son of a b*tch.

We need the goddamn money now.

- I've tried already.

- He's right over there. Go get it.

It's the same goddamn story with you.

I don't give a sh*t, Darlene.

Just stop feeding your goddamn dog

my beef jerky.

Okay?

I seen you try to sneak

past me, buddy-boy.

- I wasn't sneaking.

- Did you get my notice?

Yeah, I got it.

It's laying on the ground

right over there.

I'm going to pick up my paycheck.

Looks like you're gonna be hoofing it.

Well, I better have it

in my hot little hands

by this afternoon, buddy-boy,

or the missus is gonna be over.

And you do not want

her fat ass all over you.

You hear me?

Yeah, I f***in' heard you.

You hear me?

I said I'm gonna go get my paycheck,

then I'll square up with you.

You deaf idiot.

- He's a goddamn lying--

- Shut up!

You touch those kids again,

I will make you curse the day

your mother sh*t you out.

I don't understand.

Why is this so much to ask?

Because I already mowed

the friggin' lawn.

- No cussing.

- Phyllis, would you move?

And I need to fix the brakes on my Jeep

before my date tonight.

Couldn't I do it tomorrow?

I want you to help your father.

And then the two of you

could chit-chat a little bit.

- You can take the Oldsmobile--

- Phyllis.

No, I don't wanna take

the grocery-getter.

lt smells like Grandma.

John, would you talk to your boy?

Oh God.

Look, Les, just--

just go fix your truck.

Thanks, Dad!

We can clean out

the garage tomorrow.

Now will you move, Phyllis?

John, I want you to have

a serious talk with that boy.

This is a very nice girl

he's going out with tonight.

Well, I'm happy for him.

Now move.

Aren't you at all concerned...

Gotta work itself out, man.

You'll figure it out.

It's f***ing bullshit, man.

If it sucks, you'll come back

in six months.

But you gotta at least

f***in' try it, don't ya?

- I gotta f***in' call her, dude.

- You're not gonna call her.

Well, what the f***--

what am I supposed to do, Dwayne?

- She's gonna be at--

- What am I supposed to do?

We're leaving in two days

and she springs this sh*t on me now?

Maybe I...

Maybe I should just forget about it

and stay here, you know?

Are you f***ing crazy?

What are you gonna do, Rhett?

You gonna work at the mill

with me and Wade until--

My dad did it.

Listen, Rhett.

I would give anything

to be in your shoes.

And I wish I was going with you,

but I can't.

'Cause the day I held

my little girl in my arms

was the day I knew

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