A Little Bit of Heaven Page #7

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The old man can't hear very well,

so he looks over to his wife

and asks:
"What?

What is he saying?"

And the wife yells back at him:

"He wants your underwear!"

My work here is done.

Ohh.

Oh.

So, I have to go back

to New York for a few days, but

call me if you need anything. Okay?

Okay, I will.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

Bye.

And this includes

a big opening party?

Alright, that's what I want.

Great.

The name is Sarah Walker.

It's a surprise.

Okay, thank you very much.

Bye, bye.

Mom, would you do me a favour

and give this to Sarah for me?

She's gonna be here in a minute.

You can...

Oh.

I'll make sure she gets it.

And this is for you.

- It's for me?

- Hm.

Mom?

Yeah?

Will you take care of Stanley for me?

- I wouldn't have it any other way.

- Check.

Ah.

Ah.

a Mercedes Benz

You used to sing me that

to sleep every night.

my friends all have Porsches,

I must make amends

worked hard all my life

no help from my friends

oh Lord, won't you buy me

a Mercedes Benz

Wanna get the ball?

Go get it.

Get it, buddy.

Hey-

I was gonna go for a jog up the hill.

Do you want to come?

- Sure. You start. I'll catch right up.

- Okay.

Woo! Yeah. Here we go.

Oh, Oh.

On second thought,

that's a really big hill.

P*ssy.

I'm not afraid to admit it.

Ah.

When's Julian getting here?

He had to work late,

so I just left a message.

Trying to let the poor man sleep.

- Sarah?

- Hm?

I'm sorry.

- What?

- I've been so wrapped up in all this,

I haven't stopped to ask how

it was affecting all of you guys.

- Oh, that's...

- Ask how you're doing.

- It's...

- How are you're doing?

How are you doing?

Not so good.

See?

I didn't know that.

Why didn't you wish

not to die, huh?

Hm, something else I wanted more.

Well, I wish it.

I wish it right now. God?

Hey? God?

You listening?

You can't take her away.

Okay?

I want her to stay here.

It's not gonna work. You need

an anal probe and a morphine shooter.

- Are you scared?

- No.

Not anymore.

Marley?

Marley?

Marley?

Hey-

Marley...

Here you go, sir.

This is Peter.

Ahh!

Hey you, it's me.

Oh, I didn't think

this was going to be so difficult.

I thank God you came into my life.

I do.

Because you showed me

how to be the person

I always imagined myself to be.

That's not even

giving you enough credit,

because until I met you

I had no idea who I could be.

So... take care and try

not to fall in love again. Ever.

Ever again.

That's kind of a joke.

- I love you.

- I love you.

Oh, oh, oh.

I know.

So, that's my story.

I had some pretty amazing friends,

didn't I?

And I include my parents in that group,

even though my whole life I blamed them

for, well, everything.

But the truth is: I was afraid.

I was afraid to trust and forgive.

I was scared I wasn't enough.

But I was.

I just have to say: To Marley.

To Marley!

- Thank you, Marley.

- Thank you, Marley.

Hi.

Stanley.

What I wouldn't give

to experience just one more time,

to feel that incredible sensation

when he looked at me

and I felt... alive.

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