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experience tells me that some of you will forget
the lessons I have taught. No. This summer,
take time to reflect on your past year
Yes! ...and how you can make
third grade better. No! Mr. O'Malley,
tell her? You couldn't find
your belt. Hold on! Why aren't you
going to church? What are you,
a detective? Why aren't you
in the car? Come on, let's go!
God doesn't wait! It's killing me I can't be
at church. Screaming brats. Why are you late? Pete couldn't find
his belt. Mm-hmm.
Why didn't you guys make us
wait a little longer? You know how I hate
being late to mass. Katie, your toys
are everywhere. You know what? God gives you
one back. Is that too much to ask?
[ Sighs ] I've been ready
for three hours. Oh, shut up,
you kiss ass. Come here. Come here.
No. Come here. Honey,
I'm not gonna hit you. I just want to tell you,
you shouldn't talk like that. Why am I the only one
will shut her up. I'm gonna shut you up,
Growing up Irish-Catholic, Heaven and Hell
Touchdown! And my mom's job... Goddamn it.
towards the right path. Lord's name in vain.
Come here. Come here, mister. Agh!
Don't you talk like that,
you little son of a b*tch. We're on our way to church,
for Christ's sake. Morning.
It's good to see you. [ Bell tolling ] Okay.
right here, right here. Pete: Unfortunately,
that's why we go to church -- to pray to Jesus
for answers. But he just hangs there
silently, looking down at me,
seeing everything. That can't be good. Hey, Mom...
look at me, honey.
Sister Leonora Mary thinks
that I'm going to Hell. And why do you think
she thinks this? Well, she sort of said it
a lot this year.
Heaven -- do something good. Hello?
Oh, hi, Jackie. Well, what can I do
to prove it to her? Honey, just be yourself,
obey the nuns, and you'll be fine, okay?
You're a good boy. Hello.
Well, you know how I feel. If you can't say
something good, you just
don't say anything. But, you know,
she is kind of loose. Hmm, what do you think
She's alright. Way easier
I'm going to Hell. Yeah.
She's big on Hell. Well, how can I prove to her
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