The Beaver Page #3
Hey, will you hold on for a second?
No one sent me.
I really need help.
Look, you're the valedictorian, all right.
You have a 4.0.
I copy off of you in calculus.
Why would you want me
to write you a paper?
It's not a paper.
It's my graduation speech.
Save your money.
No one gives a sh*t about those things.
Yeah, well, my mom will. So...
Not that I'm saying that
you write other people's papers for them,
but if you did, I hear that you're really
good at making yourself sound like them.
That's what I need.
- No way.
- Why?
Because it's one thing for your little
anorexia squad to get by on their looks.
That's all they've got.
But for someone like you, it's just lazy.
Hold on.
Wait a minute.
Does this look lazy to you?
That is 428 pages of lazy.
And if you don't want to take my money
because you're just dying to see me
make an ass of myself, then that's fine.
But don't you dare call me lazy.
Douche.
Thank you very much.
You want olives in your salad?
- Yeah.
- Here you go. Watch this.
Would you like some more?
- What the...
- There he is. Hello.
My card.
We was afraid we'd have
This is a joke, right?
No, son, it's a fresh start.
Have you completely lost your mind?
- I know it seems a bit...
- I'm not talking to you, nut job.
I'm talking to Mom.
It takes you years to get him out of here,
and you let him come back the next night
with a talking hamster?
Failure on this scale
doesn't happen overnight.
Still I can't believe
that you guys made that.
I mean, you never... I mean, Walter never...
I'm sorry. I'm not quite sure
how I'm supposed to address you.
Well, you're doing fine, love.
Well, tools were always
on your Christmas list,
but I had no idea that you knew
how to actually make anything.
He's a beaver, Mom. That's what they do.
Yeah. Spot on, mate.
But, you know, Walter
wasn't half-bad himself, at one time.
Yeah? Who taught him?
He was about your age, yeah. Cub Scouts.
He and his pop were supposed
to make a racecar for a contest.
Except, his pop weren't around
so he had to do it himself.
Where was his dad?
He got very sad and he had an accident.
You mean Grandpa Jerry
from the graveyard?
Right-o. Anyway, Walter had Grandpa's
tools but no clue how to use them.
So, what he ended up making was so awful
that it looked like he'd screwed a set
of wheels onto a piece of dog crap.
And you know what the other kids called it?
The Turd. That was generous, mate.
One lady threw up all over herself
just 'cause it got close to her.
But when it came to racing...
What?
The Turd could not be beat.
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