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and everyone else.
Yeah, you're right.
Let's go.
Don't stare, it's bad luck.
Come on.
Not it. No, no, come on.
Let's do this damn thing.
Gotta monitor the information
as it develops.
The bog men... they'll be looking for me
when they find mum.
I'm not gonna be safe until we get to
Grandma's house.
Think mum will keep falling
until she falls right through the earth?
Got to get rid of the squirrels in the attic
because they're chewing the wiring.
They make a terrible racket
in the morning.
One bit me once.
Me and my cousin,
we beat it dead with a bat.
But not before that sucker tried
climbing my pant leg...
tangled in my hair.
Sinking it's big yellow teeth
into my scalp...
tearing at everything.
Nothing. Nothing.
Well, Noah isn't even worth
a headline any more.
Yeah, I'm a nobody.
Shall I read some more?
Yeah, sweetie,
that would be nice. Read.
"Well!" Thought Alice to herself.
Your grandma, she liked the squirrels.
She said the place didn't feel
so lonesome that way.
Jeez.
Oh, mama,
where are you when I need you?
Wish I'd met grandma.
She was a wonderful woman,
your grandma, but...
Queen Gunhilda said
"F*** that. F*** that." she said.
Really!
I wanted to take you, all right.
- We're going there now, right?
- Sure we are.
- I told you. Hey...
- We are, aren't we?
Sweetie, this is just the first stage.
You and me...
we're on our travels, honey.
We're going across the ocean to Jutland.
You and me, okay?
Jeliza-Rose. Was that you making
those air biscuits? Cutting air muffins?
Oh man, that's nasty.
It isn't me!
You should move to China. Over there,
the louder the burp, the better the meal.
A powerful air biscuits delivered with
grace would get you free dessert.
That's gross!
There you go again. It's a regular
art form with you. Put a plug in it, please.
Don't. It's you!
You're doing it. Stop it!
Stop.
Serve you right.
For the love of Mike.
- Awfully kind of you.
- No problem.
Come on, sweetie. Watch it now.
Watch your step.
Wow. Is that it?
Yeah.
Go on. Go on through.
Wants a new well.
No problem.
Look.
Yard needs some tending.
Damn weeds...
they get the better of everything.
Nails coming up on the porch.
We can hammer them back down.
Yeah, your grandma,
had this boy mow and weed.
I suppose that fella's all grown-up by now.
Hey, ma! I'm home!
Home at last! Go on in.
Go on. Go on.
Vandals.
Where's my room?
Up with the Gods.
Mustique...
Sateen Lips...
Baby Blonde...
and Glitter Gal.
Hi, guys.
I'm dying. I can't go on.
I must go on.
You will survive.
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