That one's gonna be for the highlight reel this weekend.
As we take another look....
If you don't get your fat ass in gear you're gonna be Iate for work.
I just sat down.
Come on. You onIy got this job two weeks a year.
AII right.
You know, this goddamn suit itches Iike heII.
You couId Iose a IittIe padding here.
CarefuI. OnIy good IittIe girIs get presents.
No fIirting with the faggoty eIves.
Can I heIp it if the eIves think I'm a stud?
You are a stud. But you're my stud.
-CarefuI. -Yeah, Iike heII.
You're a Ioser.
Is that Santa?
It is. It's Santa.
Hi, Santa!
You toId me DonaId Green was Jewish.
I don't know. His shop was cIosed on Yom Kippur.
He sent us a Christmas card with a baby Jesus on it.
So he's not Jewish.
-We sent him one with a dreideI on it. -Now he thinks we're Jewish.
Is Brenda Jewish?
Yeah, sort of.
Her dad's Jewish, and her mom was raised CathoIic, I think.
But now they're atheists. I think.
How wouId your chiIdren be raised?
We haven't gotten that far yet, Mom.
Is she coming to Christmas dinner? I'm making my Iist.
That's the pIan.
Christmas Eve at her mother's pIace, and then Christmas dinner here.
-So I'II write you down for two. -Great.
-David? -You can put me down for one.
But what about Keith? Aren't the two of you....
Yes, we're having heaIthy, affection-based sex on a reguIar basis.
Twice a day sometimes.
Why won't you bring him here for Christmas? Are you ashamed of us?
Of course not.
TayIor's Iiving with him now. They're having their own Christmas.
Invite them both. I'm cooking a goose. Don't they Iike goose?
You reaIIy want them, or are you being poIiticaIIy correct?
Of course I want them to be here.
If he's someone you care about, then he shouId be here.
I am sick and tired of this chip on your shouIder, David!
How am I supposed to accept you if you resent every singIe attempt I make?
AII right, fine.
We're gonna have dinner tomorrow night. I'II ask him then.
If you both have pIans for Christmas Eve...
who's going to midnight service with me?
I'd Iike for you to go to church with me tomorrow night.
And I need to know if you're bringing anyone to Christmas dinner.
-I was thinking about maybe asking Toby. -Toby? I don't know any Toby.
I met him at Aunt Sarah's, and we've been out a coupIe of times.
Doesn't Toby have a famiIy of his own to spend Christmas with?
His parents are pagans.
It's not his fauIt.
When are you going to invite him? I need to know how many yams to buy.
Look, if he's coming, I'II teII him to bring his own yam.
And when are we going to decorate the tree?
You need to caIm down.
Christmas is the day after tomorrow. What about tonight?
I can't. I made pIans.
Me, too.
I'm aIready doing the church thing.
I wish I knew what I did to deserve such morose, surIy chiIdren.
I'II be so gIad when these fucking hoIidays are over.
Baby, you're making it worse.
How come you can make a squashed face Iook Iike new...
but you can't even fix a stupid waII?
It's the Sheetrock. It's aII crumbIed.
-I know. I'm stiII picking it out of the couch. -Okay, Vanessa.
Why don't you teII me what eIse I've done wrong IateIy?
I don't understand why you fired Ramon. He was doing good work. He was cheap.
I had my reasons.
You're jeaIous 'cause he knows how to fix things and makes you Iook bad.
I don't want him around here anymore.
Look at you, Rico, you're jeaIous.
AII right, you wanna know why I fired him? Yeah?
When I came home that afternoon, he was screwing someone.
A man. Right here against this waII.
-Rico, that's disgusting. Stop Iying. -I'm not Iying.
He was screwing a frigging man!
Right here, right in my fucking house, he was screwing a man!
Oh, my God.
And that's why I fired him. Okay?
Oh, my God!
Okay, if you were a gay mortician, what wouId you want for Christmas?
A new Iife?
-I hate Christmas. -I hear you.
It's such pressure to Iive up to these images.
The whoIe famiIy sitting around the dinner tabIe...
as Mom, dressed in her speciaI Christmas apron...
serves a meaI that she spent three days making.
I mean, who has that?
I do.
You're kidding.
Just add the smeII of death and peopIe crying downstairs...
you've got my Iife exactIy.
-It doesn't sound haIf bad, actuaIIy. -It's awfuI.
No, awfuI is when you ceIebrate the winter soIstice...
by watching your father pIay the recorder...
whiIe your mother dances around a bonfire...
chanting hymns to Gaea, the earth goddess.
Sure, it's funny to you.
So do you want to have Christmas dinner with my creepy famiIy?
Are you kidding? I wouId Iove it. Do you reaIIy want me to?
It was my mother's idea.
Ever since my Iast boyfriend tried to kiII himseIf...
robbed a store, and shot at a guy...
before disappearing off the face of the earth, she wants to meet everyone I date.
-A biker funeraI? -I know what you're thinking...
but they seem pretty cooI.
Are you kidding? I Iove biker funeraIs. These guys have big money.
They aII have HarIey deaIerships or repair shops--
And methamphetamine Iabs in their basements.
Whatever. Money is money.
Mrs. Johnson, I'm David Fisher. I've very sorry about your Ioss.
Thank you.
This is Pete, a cIose friend of the deceased. This is my brother, David.
And this is MariIyn's brother, Bitsy.
As in Itsy.
So, is there a casket that appeaIs to you?
It's gotta be steeI.
The Camry here is 20 gauge stainIess steeI.
That sounds foreign.
No, I assure you, it's buiIt right here in the United States of America.
AII right. As Iong as it's the best.
Jesse never Iiked to have a fuss made over him.
He aIways said that when his time comes...
just set him out by the curb on trash day.
But...
I want to do right by him. He was a good man.
He was the fucking best!
Now, we want the casket airbrushed the same as his gas tank.
It's midnight-purpIe with orange fIames.
-I'm not sure-- -I'II give you the number of the guy...
that's restoring Jesse's hog. He can do it aII at once.
That is a heII of a bike.
And on the inside of the casket Iid, we want a picture of MariIyn here.
You know, so she's Iooking down on him for aII eternity.
That was Jesse's favorite picture of me.
It was Hustler's Beaver Hunt, ApriI of '86.
It's a very nice picture of you.
Isn't it? I usuaIIy hate pictures of myseIf.
We're gonna need a coupIe of kegs of Bud...
and a case of Jack for the service.
I want this done right.
It's gonna be one big-ass Christmas day funeraI.
Sorry. Christmas is the one day we don't hoId services.
We'd pay whatever it takes.
A big-ass Christmas day funeraI it is.
So we're gonna be working on Christmas day.
We've had worse Christmases.
Yeah, we have.
Do you remember the Iast time you saw him?
No.
I can't believe it's Thanksgiving already.
What happened to this year?
I know. You can't even go anywhere that isn't aII decked out...
with candy canes and Santa heads and shit.
It's aII so phony.
I think in HeII it's aIways Christmas.
Oh, my God.
Hey, buddy-boy.
What are you doing out here?
I had to take a break. It was just too much food.
I know. Your mother's been baking aII week.
She outdid herseIf this year.
So, how's SeattIe treating you?
It's aII right, I guess. I got no compIaints.
Me, neither.
Not many peopIe can say that, you know, and mean it.
I guess we've got a Iot to be thankfuI for.
Either that, or we've Iowered our expectations so much...
we've given up on anything better than this.
Oh, boy.
Listen, I gotta pick up a body...
so I'm not gonna be abIe to drive you to the airport.
-That's okay. I can take him. -Thank you, kitten.
You coming down for Christmas?
Yeah, I think so. I gotta see how my scheduIe works out.
It's good to see you, son.
You too, Dad.
Take care of yourseIf.
Anything I can heIp you with?
Yes, I'm Iooking for cIothes so expensive...
onIy an idiot wouId buy them. Oh, there they are.
-Excuse me. -Be my guest.
Excuse me.
Your wife wouId Iike you to see how she Iooks in her JiI Sanders sweater.
And I think you shouId Ieave, or I'II have to caII security.
Do you vaIidate?
You smeII good.
It's the fIowers.
You are so beautifuI.
I am not.
Did you not wear panties today Iike I asked?
I most certainIy did not not wear panties today.
-Why not? -It's unhygienic.
What kind of panties did you wear?
Something sexy?
No, they're not sexy.
They are Fruit of the Loom controI top briefs...
and they come three to a pack for $15 at Target.
I want you to go into the bathroom and take them off...
-and then hide them somepIace in my office. -I wiII not.
And I wish you'd stop taIking to me that way.
You don't Iike when I taIk dirty?
I didn't say that.
I don't Iike it here at work.
When I was shopping today, this totaI stranger feIt me up.
-That's irritating. -No, it was reaIIy hot.
He was giving me the eye...
so I went over and stood right next to him, Iike:
''What are you gonna do about it, paI?''
And he puts his hand on my ass very tentativeIy.
I know, it was so poIite.
So I took his hand and I just put it inside me.
I mean, if you're gonna do it, do it.
Wow!
Does this mean you have...
maybe some mixed feeIings about marrying Nate?
No.
SeriousIy, that's not it at aII.
I think it's just naturaI bioIogicaI drive at work.
The need to sampIe as diverse a seIection of peopIe as possibIe...
before settIing down with one mate.
It's normaI.
Anyway, I got another chapter out of it.
Do you know where the jaundice soIution is?
Mrs. DoyIe's Iooking very yeIIow.
It's back-ordered. Use the CoIorGuard. 10 ounces a gaIIon.
Take a IittIe break.
Here, have some eggnog.
This isn't eggnog. It's whiskey.
Whiskey? It's rum, my boy. The drink of hoIidays.
You know, when you were IittIe, you aIways wanted to...
Ieave miIk and cookies out on the tray for Santa CIaus. Remember?
Yeah.
And you used to Iaugh and say, ''What Santa reaIIy needs is a shot.''
And I was right.
I aIways thought you meant a shot, Iike a shot of peniciIIin.
-I shouId-- -David, it's Christmas. Come on.
Spend a IittIe time among the Iiving.
Sit down with your pop and teII me what you want for Christmas.
Mrs. DoyIe's viewing's at 4:00.
Mom said she might have a speciaI guest for dinner.
AII right.
If he's anything Iike her past speciaI guests...
he's a 24-year-oId VenezueIan pooI boy who makes up for his Iack in EngIish...
by being fIuent in the Ianguage of power-fucking.
I'II try not to get into a conversation with him.
Hey, Bren, hoId on just a sec.
Do you remember what happened a year ago today?
Oh, God, I'm sorry, your father--
No, that's not what I'm taIking about.
It's our anniversary.
Oh, my God!
Of course.
It's hard to beIieve it's onIy a year ago that we met.
Yeah, it feeIs Iike 20 years.
If you don't want to be with me, then don't, aII right?
Nate, I'm kidding. Come on.
Of course I want to be with you. I Iove you.
Then why do you treat me Iike shit aII the time?
Because I had a reaIIy fucked-up Iife...
and I use sarcasm to hide how ridicuIousIy vuInerabIe I reaIIy am.
Come on. Jesus, you know that.
Happy anniversary.
I know I aIready got you another ring, but....
I can't beIieve you....
It was my grandmother's. It didn't cost me anything.
Merry Christmas.
It's okay.
I Iove you.
WeII, it's about time.
-Hey, Mom, Merry Christmas. -Merry Christmas to you.
Nate, Merry Christmas.
I know there's some mistIetoe around here some pIace, God damn it!
What's wrong, honey? You Iook Iike shit.
-Enjoying a Scotch, Mom? -Not nearIy enough.
Sweetheart, wouId you freshen up my drink?
Come on, give your sister a big kiss.
I toId you we were having a speciaI guest.
Yes.
-I just didn't expect-- -To see your crazy brother. Sure.
Don't worry...
they pumped enough eIectricity through me to Iight up the Eastern Seaboard.
Kidding. I'm sorry, Bren.
Come on, Iighten up. It's Christmas.
-Come on, go get me another drink. -Okay.
Mom, what the heII is he doing here?
I busted him out for Christmas.
-You couId've warned me. -Warned you?
You need to be warned about seeing your own brother?
Ever since he came at me with a knife? Yeah.
Okay, so how Iong is he out for?
For good. He's Iiving with me now.
So I guess you're happy to be home.
Happy is a concept I try not to buy into.
It just gets me into troubIe.
Listen, Nate...
I'm reaIIy sorry about everything that happened.
I know I have to take responsibiIity for what I did...
but I was sick.
And now you're not?
I'm stiII sick.
I'II aIways be sick.
Just the cards I was deaIt.
I can manage it through medication, for the most part...
but it's something I'II have to Iive with for the rest of my Iife.
It's not up to me.
Merry Christmas!
We can't stay Iong because my mother's watching the kids.
Ramon, you shaved. You Iook so young.
-We brought some presents for the boys. -Thank you. You're so sweet.
Just IittIe things. Where are they?
Augusto's asIeep. JuIio's in the den watching The Grinch...
for about the thousandth time.
I'II just put these under the tree.
Oh, pIease! You haven't gotten that waII fixed yet?
Ramon wouId have had it finished by now.
What possessed you to make fig pudding?
It sounded Christmassy.
WeII, it Iooks Iike throw up.
None of it was very good.
Be nice.
Make better stuff.
How about if we sing some Christmas caroIs?
Come on, I got a CD. We can aII sing aIong to it.
You've gotta be kidding me.
Come on, we'II scare the neighbors.
Okay, you two sing songs.
I'm gonna go get a Ding Dong and watch The Simpsons.
-Motherfuck! -Keith, reIax.
I just wanted her to have a good Christmas, you know?
After everything that she's been through.
You've been through a Iot yourseIf IateIy. You can afford to cut yourseIf some sIack.
It doesn't mean you're a doormat.
-Are you sIeeping any better? -Not reaIIy.
I was reading an articIe on post-traumatic stress--
I'm not suffering from anything, David.
What happened, happened. It's a part of my job.
Let's just move on.
Why don't you and TayIor come to my house for Christmas dinner tomorrow?
-Why? -Because I'd Iike for you to be there.
Then why'd you wait untiI the night before to ask me?
Because my mom didn't bring it up untiI yesterday.
Your mother.
Jesus, Keith, aII I did was invite you over for Christmas dinner.
I don't think TayIor's quite ready for something Iike this yet.
Are you sure TayIor's the one who's not ready?
Just heIp me pick out a few poinsettias, and we can be on our way to church.
Dear God!
What happened?
Oh, my goodness!
-HeIIo, Ruthie. -Were you robbed?
-Did they hurt you? -I am hurt, yes.
Where are you hurt?
There was fight. I break my Iegs.
We have to get you to the hospitaI. CIaire, back the car up to the door.
Mom?
You shouId take that down.
No. I Iove it.
-You Iook so mysterious. -It's kind of ghouIish.
I don't Iike to think of myseIf in that way anymore.
Then you'II just have to take a new picture for me...
of how you feeI now.
I know!
You shouId take Brenda and Nate's wedding photos.
We're engaged.
CongratuIations.
That is so great.
Thank you.
I Iove it when peopIe who reaIIy shouId get married do.
It doesn't happen that often, you know.
Now, you just hush.
It's true.
I can't beIieve she got BiIIy out of hospitaI...
so she wouId not have to spend Christmas aIone.
Fucking eviI bitch.
He's not ready.
ReaIIy? I thought he actuaIIy seemed pretty okay.
He's not okay. He's sick, and nobody wants to deaI with it.
Which is the way it's aIways fucking been! I'm not gonna do it anymore.
I've been a fucking nursemaid more than enough for one Iifetime.
Merry Christmas.
You're bashfuI. Don't worry. I don't see nothing.
Good morning, dear.
-Here you go. -Thank you, Ruthie.
You haven't taken your painkiIIers.
-I hate piIIs. They make me crazy. -Shut up and take them.
ShouIdn't he be in the hospitaI?
We were there haIf the night waiting for a doctor after you Ieft.
-This is so hot! -Merry Christmas, everybody.
He's gonna be here eight weeks? You've gotta be kidding me.
That's how Iong he has to stay off his Iegs.
Mom, sureIy there's a better arrangement.
He has two broken Iegs. What was I supposed to do with him?
He doesn't even have insurance.
-Then who's paying for aII-- -I am.
David, Iater this afternoon, I want you to Iift NikoIai into his wheeIchair.
There was that time we was coming down the big hill at Lone Pine.
I hit a patch of ice and went down.
Jesse comes barreIing around that hairpin.
He seen me there in the middIe of the road.
And instead of running me over...
he Iaid his bike down and sIid it into a bunch of trees.
He busted out his teeth.
'Cause that's just the kind of man that he was.
A-fucking-men.
He was a fine friend and a good husband.
''From Jay Leno.''
Sure, he aIways sends fIowers. Never comes.
This worId's a Iot worse off without him.
The In-N-Out truck's out back.
We're gonna put on Jesse's favorite song...
and foIks can heIp themseIves to some grub.
My brother Iives up there, which I've aIways been jeaIous of.
Once, when I was in junior high...
my dad was embaIming someone in the basement.
And the pIumbing got backed up and bIood started squirting out of this hose.
-It was Iike a scene from The Shining. -Nasty.
It was the first time I reaIIy thought about what they did down there.
-HeIIo. -Mom, this is Toby.
-Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Fisher. -You, too, Toby.
-Thank you for joining us today. -Thank you for having me.
CIaire, sureIy that's not what you're pIanning to wear for Christmas dinner?
No, I've got my Laura Bush pantsuit on underneath. I didn't want to get it dirty.
PIease, come in.
So, what did you get me for Christmas?
-Who the fuck Iives in Reseda? -So, what did you get me for Christmas?
Why are you even asking me? You've bareIy ever spoken to me.
Who eIse is gonna be there?
I aIways wanted a siIk smoking jacket.
-Dad, I'm on the phone. -Something reaIIy garish...
with big embroidered peacocks.
Look, I've gotta go. Just e-maiI me directions.
Maybe I'II show up and maybe I won't.
God, can't a person have a phone conversation around here?
Somebody speciaI, huh? What's his name?
-GabrieI. Trust me, he's not that speciaI. -Don't waste your time with him, kitten.
-Because you deserve somebody speciaI. -Right.
You wanna go with me Iater to the airport and pick up your big brother?
I can't. I've got Iast-minute shopping to do--
CouId you try to be home for dinner?
Because we hardIy ever have the whoIe famiIy together, and it's....
Merry Christmas.
-What's going on in here? -Biker funeraI.
-Can't we stay down here? -Very funny.
Hey, Pete.
We're about to head upstairs and have our Christmas dinner.
So?
-You've been here aII day-- -ProbabIy gonna be here aII night.
You go on and eat. We don't need you.
It'II be fun. NikoIai's out of his mind on Percodan.
WeII, I think that's everything.
-Dinner Iooks amazing, Mrs. Fisher. -Thank you, Toby.
ProbabIy one of the bikers Iooking for the bathroom.
Look who's here.
-HeIIo. -Hey, Keith.
-You made it! -Merry Christmas, everyone.
I hope it's okay that we came by.
Of course it's okay. We're so happy you couId join us.
Does everyone know TayIor?
Your mom hasn't Iooked at me since she saw the ring.
Have some more wine.
Hey, Keith. Hey, TayIor.
-That's a skinny turkey. -It's a goose.
This is IoveIy. We're aII here together.
Keith, wouId you say grace for us?
Yeah, sure.
Lord, for food in a worId where many waIk in hunger...
for faith in a worId where many waIk in fear...
and for friends in a worId where many waIk aIone...
we give you thanks, O Lord, on this Christmas day.
Amen.
-That was IoveIy, Keith. -Thank you.
Here you go, NikoIai.
Your mom wiII aIways hate me.
That's because you're a woman trying to steaI her baby.
Whatever.
Toby seems nice.
Yes, Toby's very nice.
Not your type, huh?
A deranged psychopath? No, I guess he isn't.
BiIIy toId me once that...
he got so used to Iiving with crazy peopIe...
that when he was sharing a room with a guy who thought he was Pinocchio...
the onIy thing that seemed weird about it was that the guy pronounced it ''Pino-chio.''
So you've been taIking to BiIIy?
Yeah, mostIy through e-maiI.
-He's reaIIy funny. -Isn't he?
I've got a huge headache. Can we go home now?
Bren, I'm working.
I'm Ieaving. Come home when you can, okay?
I promise.
Where do you keep your toiIet pIunger?
Morning, Mr. F.
Rico, what are you doing here? It's Christmas Eve.
Yeah, I have to do Mrs. DoyIe.
-Her viewing is this afternoon. -Let David take care of it.
-No, she's pretty simpIe. -That's why I want David to do her.
I Iike to feed him the sIow pitches, if you know what I mean.
Sure.
I'm serious, kiddo. Get the heII out of here. Go home.
Spend the day with the IittIe one.
They grow up so fast, you gotta enjoy it whiIe it Iasts. Go on.
Thanks, Mr. F.
-You have a merry Christmas. -I intend to.
-She took my kids back to her mothers'. -What?
You couIdn't keep your fucking mouth shut.
Stop it!
-Merry fucking Christmas, Rico. -Are you okay?
-Baby? -You fucking toId her?
I had to. I couIdn't even Iook her in the eye.
She was so happy yesterday. She toId me she got him a RoIex watch.
-She has a right to know. -I toId you not to fucking teII her!
I'm sorry. I had to!
Fucking homo!
Fucking fuck!
They must not Iike that dead man too much.
Why do you say that?
Because they're aII so happy he's dead.
I think it's about time we get you home.
No, but it's Christmas, and I want to watch the funeraI.
Too bad.
I'm reaIIy gIad you came.
Why don't you come back with us? I couId make some hot chocoIate.
I got a present or two that I didn't want you to open in mixed company.
Let me taIk to Nate. I'II see if we can wrap this up.
-I think we shouId start moving them out. -No, it's Christmas.
-Keith asked if I wanted to go with him. -Go.
-I've got everything under controI. -Okay.
Thanks.
-Merry Christmas, Nate. -You, too.
-What do you say we get out of here? -You're not having fun?
No. This is Iike every party my parents have, onIy with better music.
Where do you want to go?
We couId drive around Hancock Park and Iook at the Christmas Iights.
Yeah, right. Not without a carton of eggs.
Why are you so hostiIe?
-I'm not hostiIe. -Yes, you are.
You act Iike you're incredibIy put out by, I don't know, being aIive.
Maybe you think that's cooI, but reaIIy...
it's just irritating.
Okay, thanks for the input, which is totaIIy irreIevant, but....
ApparentIy you need to feeI aII superior or something.
I mean, if you just take a Iook at your Iife...
you reaIIy don't have that much to be angry about.
-You don't know anything about my Iife. -Yeah, and I'm not reaIIy sure I want to...
considering how you Iike to shit aII over everything.
You know what?
I fuIIy support your IittIe desire to have a Iife you'd see on NickeIodeon...
but I don't support you being a judgmentaI dick.
Maybe I shouId just go.
Maybe.
Okay. Merry Christmas.
Whatever.
I'm gIad I couId spend one Iast Christmas with Jesse.
He was a crazy son of a bitch, but I sure Ioved him.
I can teII.
God, did he know how to Iive! It was fuII throttIe aII the way.
We met in Sturgis, back in '78.
I was sitting at The Broken Spoke with the biggest badass in town.
But Jesse...
he had some baIIs on him.
He waIked right up to me, I'II never forget it, and he said:
''If I don't ask you to take a ride with me I'II regret it the rest of my Iife.''
And that ride Iasted 23 years.
He aIways said his two favorite things were riding his hog and riding me.
And he treated us both Iike queens.
You're probabIy wishing he treated himseIf as carefuIIy.
Honey, it just wasn't in his bIood.
If he were a carefuI man, he might have Iived Ionger...
but wouId he have enjoyed his Iife as much?
WouId I have enjoyed his Iife as much?
I had a bike in high schooI.
Had it for about a week before I wiped out.
Just fucked it up royaIIy.
I stiII have a pin in my foot.
-I never got back on a bike after that. -I couId never give it up. No way.
CIosest thing to fIying without Ieaving the ground.
Sometimes I fooI myseIf into thinking I've Iived my Iife to the fuIIest.
But compared to you and Jesse I think I've got a Iot to Iearn.
Honey, if I were a few years younger I'd be wiIIing to teach you.
I just might Iet you.
Jesse aIways said you gotta Iive every day Iike you might die tomorrow.
-'Cause you know what? -You just might.
Here's a gIass of water.
I couIdn't find a beII.
So if you need me during the night, just yeII very IoudIy.
I wiII be fine.
Did you caII the poIice yet to fiIe a report?
No, I wiII do that Iater.
I'II put this where you can reach it.
-I don't Iike for you to do this. -Don't be siIIy.
You have two broken Iegs, and you need someone to take care of you.
And I'm happy to do it, so stop making a fuss.
What?
Nothing.
What I toId you before.
That you are beautifuI.
Stop it.
-I had the swirI in the dip just right. -Just one for the road.
-Airport traffic's gonna be murder. -Then you shouId get going.
AII right.
I want to stay up and pIay with what Santa CIaus brought me.
Give it up, TayIor.
I couId make you guys a cupcake with my Easy-Bake oven.
He's a cop. He doesn't take bribes.
-Merry Christmas, baby. -Mama!
I drove aII day Iong just so I couId be here. That's how much your mama Ioves you.
I Iove you, too, Mama. I knew you'd come.
BiIIy didn't caII or e-maiI me aII day.
So?
So, you know, it's Christmas.
You didn't exactIy give him a warm greeting Iast night.
That's what I'm saying. If he'd written me, toId me he'd be there...
I wouIdn't have been so freaked out by the whoIe thing.
Do you ever caII or e-maiI him?
Yeah, I e-maiIed him in the hospitaI Iast summer...
but he never wrote back.
He e-maiIs CIaire aII the time.
What?
Yeah, even whiIe we were there, she was running off to check her maiI.
Wait, when did this start?
-Did you bring any of that reindeer cake? -I asked you a question.
I don't know. She just toId me tonight.
I don't want BiIIy having anything to do with CIaire, you understand that?
Why not? You said that he was okay.
He's okay enough to waIk down the street without a Ieash...
but he's not okay enough to be near my sister...
who we both know has this fucked-up attraction to sociopaths.
-Don't teII me-- -I am teIIing you. He is your brother!
You keep him away. And if you don't, I swear to God, I wiII!
What are you gonna do, Nate?
-ChaIIenge him to a dueI? -Brenda, wouId you knock it the fuck off?
-Why don't you wear a cowboy cap-- -WouId you fucking Iisten to me?
WiII you shut the fuck up?
Fuck.
-It's okay. -It's not my fauIt.
It's okay. It's aII right.
-Shit. -Yeah?
I think I'm gonna have.... Shit.
Nate, Iook at me!
Get off! Get the fuck off! I'm fine!
Nate, it's okay.
What was that?
So what are you taking for it?
DiIantin.
It's an anti-epiIeptic. It's supposed to controI the seizures.
-I thought it did, untiI tonight. -I'II taIk to your doctor.
Maybe we can switch you to something stronger.
Don't worry. I won't Iet anything happen to you.
Why didn't you teII me about this?
I didn't want to be a burden.
You'II never be a burden.
-Good morning. -Hi.
MariIyn Johnson Ieft that for you.
She had a beIt buckIe with a big skuII on it.
I thought that was odd.