Sometimes a Great Notion Page #4

with this fast talking

old widower

by the name of Henry Stamper.

And if that wasn't bad enough

she even had a kid by him.

So nobody came. Nobody.

Hey, don't you worry, Hank.

We got your God damn flowers.

Hubba! Hubba!

Time for some whistle bunks.

Let's go! Let's go!

Gonna stay in bed all day?

Wag it and shag it, Stampers.

Contracts to fill.

Eggs to hatch

and cats to kill.

No sissy shits here.

Come on.

Let's wake it and shake it, bub.

Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ is right.

Are they asleep?

I think Barina's awake.

Come on in here then.

Oh, yeah.

...waterfront areas are reminded

to check carefully.

"KRO, Number One"

Think he's going to make it?

I don't know. He was

laying in bed up there.

Looked just like

Rita Hayworth.

Morning.

Morning, Leland.

Over here.

Good morning.

You're late.

Waffles is all gone.

It's ok, Henry.

I saved some for him

in the oven.

You want some coffee?

Yes, thank you.

Come on, Leland

let's have the benefits

of some of that

university learning.

Give us something of

trigonometry.

Go on, say something in

trigonom.

Well, if you don't mind.

I'd like to wag it

and shag it first.

Thank you.

Lee, you going

to stick around?

The reason I ask is we're

kind of up against it.

We're a little

shorthanded.

See, we could use

every last Stamper

we can get a hold of.

What do you mean?

He's eating here, ain't he?

If he's gonna eat here,

he's gonna work here.

It's all. He's workin'.

Maybe Lee's got

to say something about that.

Me and Jan, we're going

to take you over

to the Church of God

and the Metaphysical

Science.

We gonna introduce you

to BrotherWalker.

What do you want

to do that for?

Hey, I can tell you

something, Lee.

Thank you.

You know what happened

as soon as Jan and me

got the call, the very

instant we got saved?

I mean the very instant.

You know what happened?

She got pregnant,

that's what.

The very instant like.

Incredible.

Bullshit.

Want some more syrup,

Lee?

Anything wrong?

No. Everything's fine.

I was just wondering,

don't the ladies get to say

anything at breakfast?

Get him some boots.

What?

Get some Clarks for him,

stop all this jawin'.

Wait a minute.

He hasn't even said

he's going to stay yet.

Get the God damn boots.

Get 'em.

Heh. Come on, Lee.

Try these on.

And don't step on

anybody, huh?

I'll get you a hat.

Why don't you back off,

old man?

Oh, mommy sissypants.

Years ago, when his mommy

took him with,

I knew he wasn't going

to cut it.

I knew he'd never cut it.

You might give him

a little room.

What for?

Well, you're old school.

He's only a half-brother to me

but as far as I've been told,

he's all your son.

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