The Cake Eaters

# I will write you letters #

# that explain

the way I'm thinking now #

# I, I will return

to you #

# what I have taken

long before #

# I, I will return again #

# when it gets dark

and day is done #

# and lay me down #

# in the hallowed ground #

# down by your side

I will stay #

# so lay me down #

# and if you want

to stay with me #

# then let me know

before it's light #

# I, I will recoil myself #

# into the black

and darkest night #

# and lay me down #

# in the hallowed ground #

# where my father awaits

I will stay #

# so lay me down #

Hello, you've reached

the Kimbrough house.

Please leave a message

after the beep,

and we'll get back to you.

# Down by your side

I will stay #

# so lay me down #

I think I'll go shredded wheat

from now on.

These make me too active

later on.

All right,

I'll pick up

some shredded wheat, then.

I see,

but there's bran flakes...

Yeah.

in the bowl.

You want them frosted?

Will you go

to the market today?

Uh-huh.

Frosted's good.

Georgia, please try

and hold still, honey.

Great. Hold that.

Hold that.

Morning, Marg.

- Hey, Judd.

Georgia's

just getting dressed.

They got

child pornography laws

in this state, you know.

Damn it,

she's just trying

to bring awareness

to the disease.

Oh, hell.

She's trying

to make a name for herself,

and you know it.

All right.

Here, I can do it.

- No.

Georgia, please,

just be patient, okay?

I don't...

There's my angel.

Hey, Nana.

Okay. Come on.

It's all right.

I'll get the wheelchair.

Mom, no.

Now, are you sure?

She's sure.

Here.

There you go.

Don't forget

to take your pills after lunch.

And don't feed them

to Kelsey anymore.

You'll...

kill that poor dog.

Go back here?

Yeah, all the way down

on the end.

Hey.

I don't even know

how to price these, Dad.

I don't know what they're worth.

You got me.

How's about we just ask them,

let them tell us

what they want to pay?

Check this out.

Yo, how much for the porn?

$40.

Each?

What, are you kidding me?

That's a f***ing rip-off.

Yo, that's her.

Yo, check out this...

oh, for real, man.

Yo, yo, check this one out.

Yo, do you have, like,

a website

or something like that?

Okay.

- Seriously, I'll check...

get the hell out of here.

What? We're talking.

- Right now.

Right here, gentlemen.

Out!

Hey, Bud!

- B*tch.

Now. Gone.

- Who's this guy?

What did you say?

Nothing.

- No, what did you say?

I am not saying anything,

man.

Dude, forget it, man.

Let's just go.

I don't think

they're teaching manners anymore

at the schools.

I guess not.

So...

how's business?

Pretty slow.

Now, what are you doing here,

easy?

We was just, um...

getting rid of stuff

we don't need anymore.

Georgia,

you must know Mr. Kimbrough.

He's the butcher.

I'm a vegetarian.

We like that.

This is my granddaughter,

Georgia.

I see that.

A granddaughter indeed.

And the hoverer,

my son Dwight.

And with his permission,

you can call him Beagle.

Hi.

- Hey.

Nice to meet you.

Yeah.

Uh, I've seen you around.

You, uh...

you go to my school.

You go to Lincoln?

No, no. I, uh...

I work there

in the cafeteria.

I make your lunch.

If you want

to call it lunch.

Yeah, well, school food

gets a bad rap, I guess.

Hey, easy.

Dad.

Could you keep an eye

on my booth for just a minute

while we take a little trip

to the ladies' room?

Not at all, ma'am.

- Thank you.

Actually, I'll volunteer

Beagle here to help you.

Beagle?

- Yeah.

Oh, okay.

- Yes. Sure, sure.

Thank you.

Just careful.

Okay.

I got ya.

- Okay.

What's with

the women's clothes?

Oh, they're my mom's.

Where is she?

Uh...

she's not, uh...

she's just, uh...

What?

She died.

Oh.

If you don't mind my asking,

who took those pictures?

My mom.

Really?

She's applying

for a Guggenheim.

Oh, yeah?

What's that?

Like, a grant.

Ah.

Well, I liked them.

Okay.

Here I am.

Well...

yeah, I probably shouldn't go

into the...

I'll take that.

Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Come on, girl. Come on.

If you don't mind,

we'll be just a minute.

All right.

- Thank you.

Thank you so much.

- Sure.

I'll just wait out here

for you guys.

All right.

You should come over tonight.

Why?

Thanks for waiting.

Here we are. Oh!

- Yeah.

Oh, damn.

It looks like rain.

Lord, I swear

the only time this happens

is when I put the top down.

Will you all excuse me?

I'm just gonna run on

and get it.

Yeah, okay.

- Here we go.

I just need help

with my homework.

M-my hands get really tired

if I write for too long,

so I get people to help me.

Otherwise, I wouldn't ask,

you know?

So what's wrong

with you anyway?

I have Friedreich's Ataxia,

a neuromuscular disease.

Is that why you talk

kind of like you're drunk?

I do?

- I mean...

no, it's... I just...

it's slurred a little.

Oh, I get it all the time.

I-I just didn't know

what the...

I didn't know anything about it.

I didn't mean

to offend you or anything.

No, you didn't.

It's...

a genetic defect of some kind.

Are you gonna get better?

No.

This is pretty much

as good as it's gonna get

until my heart gives out.

I wonder when that's gonna be.

Look, you don't have

to come over if you don't want.

I just...

- no, no.

I want... I want to come over.

Yeah?

- Yeah, yeah. Definitely.

Cool.

Beagle!

Let's go!

Get it in gear!

What is he doing?

You okay?

- Yeah, I'm all right.

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