The Kings of Summer Page #6

to press charges against Joe?

Not at this time.

He took the Monopoly, too.

Obviously to spite me.

Maybe he just wanted

something to remember you by.

No way.

He hates that damn game.

Did you see him the other night?

Well, he used to love it,

you know,

when it was, like,

the four of us.

You're kind of shitting

on his memories, Dad.

Well, what am I

supposed to do, Heather?

You know, if I died,

he'd get

over it in about six weeks.

Uh, sir,

Chinese food is here,

so I would like to actually...

How much?

Uh, it's $51.

$51?

What the hell did you order?

Heather?

Don't look at me.

I got dumplings.

I'm not even hungry.

Yeah, I actually ordered a...

a large portion of the shrimp

with lobster sauce.

I figured it was pretty neutral.

We can eat it family-style.

- Neutral?

- Mm-hmm.

Shrimp with lobster sauce?

Yeah.

I can't think

of a more marginal dish

in any culture.

- Hi.

- Hey.

What's your name?

My American name is Gary.

You ever have one

of those days, Gary?

What kind of days?

The kind I'm

having right now.

I don't know what kind

of day you're having.

Where you feel

like somebody

is pissing in your face

all day long.

Is that good or bad?

- Bad.

- Bad.

Gary,

every time...

You see those wontons, Gary?

- You see the size of them?

- Mm-hmm.

Those wontons are too big,

my friend.

Everybody loves those.

People ask us for the recipe.

We won't provide it.

It's part of our training...

how to deal with people

who want the recipe too bad.

- Oh? -We have a phrase

we have to repeat.

- What is that?

- "We won't provide it."

I can see the value

of these now.

I can have the kids

from the neighborhood come over

- Oh, sarcasm, I get it.

- It's like a bouncy house.

The poor man's wit.

My question for you, Gary, is:

How do you want me to eat these

with my normal human mouth?

Do you want me to unhinge my jaw

like an anaconda?

Should I put this in my belly

and lay out in the sun

- for two months, digesting it?

- Dad, enough! My God!

- Just pay the poor guy.

- My God. Yeah, and maybe

you should get

some forks in the house

so your dad doesn't have

to unhinge his stupid jaw to...

We're done here, and for

the record, your wontons

are way too big.

Nobody can f***ing eat those.

No, I can eat them;

Just give them to me.

- Good night, Gary.

- I'd be very happy to eat those.

Your house

has a bad vibe.

No more rice,

no more pasta.

It's time to eat an honest meal.

Biaggio?

You and I will take

to the trees.

Patrick,

you, uh...

Yeah, yeah, I know.

I- I pick berries and apples

and forage.

And it makes a lot

of sense, yeah.

Oh, what?

You should be the hunter

just because you're stronger?

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