The Ice Harvest Page #5

Wonderful season, isn't it? So

full of mutual understanding.

Yeah.

You gotta know the whole

culture is in the toilet...

if a guy dressed like that can

get laid in a place like this.

Hey, you're flipping off the

mob here, just so you know.

Did I mention to you that I

really wish you wouldn't do that?

Yeah.

M- O-B, mob. Okay?

All right, let's go.

Right back at you, huh?

And there, that one, too.

There, see?

That's my chair in there.

You wanna know the truth?

I can't fill it.

Neither could I, if it

makes you feel any better.

Listen, Charlie.

Before we go in, there's

something I have to tell you.

It's been on my conscience, and

you can punch me if you want to.

I don't think

I'm gonna want to.

Back when you and Sarabeth were

still married that last year...

Uh-huh.

...she and I

were f***ing.

No kidding?

Like minks. Everywhere.

Kitchen table, your bed, garage.

Wow.

Jesus, Charlie,

we were friends.

It doesn't make you angry?

Actually, it makes me curious.

Makes me wonder

who she's f***ing now.

Yo ho ho!

Merry f***ing Christmas!

Guess who I brought with me?

Ghost of Christmas Past.

Ooh.

Marley!

Get the f*** in here.

Hey, everybody.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Hello, Charlie.

Come in

and have a piece of pie.

Hi, Dottie.

No, thank you. I'm fine.

I just wanted to stop in and

wish you all a very merry...

Screw the pie, you old harpy.

We're here for dinner.

Turkey, cranberry,

stuffing, the works!

Thanks. Yeah.

Yeah. Motherf***er.

Yeah.

Turkey-alurkey.

Pathetic.

What did you say, Stan?

You two are pathetic.

Makes me ashamed to be a man.

I'm pathetic?

I'm pathetic?

Who paid for that

hip replacement...

your insurance company

wouldn't cover, huh?

Dad, tell me that!

And who took care of your mortgage

payments when you were recuperating?

And when you're

done with that...

maybe you could

explain to me who it was...

raised his only daughter...

to be a cold, gossiping,

hypocritical b*tch!

So, Spence, how you doing?

Go to hell.

Don't you talk

to your father that way.

He's not my father. He didn't

even send us presents this year.

I hate his guts.

Is that right, Charlie?

You didn't even send them

any Christmas presents?

No.

Christmas is tomorrow.

Guess what, Daddy?

I was in the Christmas play.

So what?

All you were was Tiny Tim's sister,

and you didn't even have any lines!

And he didn't even

come to watch!

He would have, but Mommy

didn't send an invitation!

I'm sorry, Charlie,

but maybe you should go now.

And perhaps you would give

Pete a ride home?

Sarabeth and the children

will be staying here tonight.

Okay.

Yeah.

Listen, sweetie,

I'm gonna go...

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