Flutter Page #3
You never come over
unless you want something.
Maybe I just don't want
to see you end up like Mom.
drink myself to death
- because a man left me?
- I don't know what you'd do.
You've always been
the depressed, serious type.
Maybe if you relaxed for once,
you could find someone better.
- More coffee?
- Yeah, fill 'er up.
She likes it black.
Get a new wig, b*tch.
Kiss my ass!
Ow. Stupid thing.
Come on!
Hey!
Go, Wee Wee!
Go, go, go!
Go, go, go!
Woo-hoo!
I'm so sorry.
I will talk to Johnathan
in the morning.
No. No.
No, this time you're
gonna do something.
What do you want me to do?
You let her run all over you,
and now her boy too.
Why don't you do something?
They're your family too.
All right, I will.
- Good.
- I will take care of this.
What the hell?
Johnathan!
Wee Wee, what are you
doing in here?
Oh, my God.
Johnathan!
Johnathan!
What the hell, Johnathan?
What did you do to my plants?
I wanted to make brownies.
Are you an idiot?
Why would you do that?
- That's your medicine!
- I don't know.
It's a gonna take me months
to grow 'em back!
F***!
Can I come in?
I'm sorry, Mama.
I don't know why I did it.
You did it 'cause you're a kid.
I keep asking you to be
a man for me, but...
you just need to be a kid.
I miss Dad.
Me too.
You'll never leave me, will you?
I love you.
I will always, always love you.
No matter what.
No matter what you become and...
no matter if you grow up
and do bad things.
I will love you
more than God does.
- Sheriff Cole, you're back.
- I'm sorry, JoLynn.
How come with all
the deputies you got,
you come see me personally?
Could you step outside, please?
I'm fine right here, thank you.
Well, I need to know
where your pig is.
How come you asking?
Well, your neighbor
down the hill here,
they pressed charges
this morning.
My neighbor?
That's my husband's parents.
I understand that, JoLynn, but
I have to issue you a citation
for trespassing and vandalism
perpetrated by your pet pig.
I know.
Come on.
I'm also gonna need to know
the whereabouts of your pig,
currently.
Well, you're looking at her.
Where... God dang!
That's not funny, JoLynn!
I'm gonna tell you something
right now, and I mean it too.
You contain your pig, all right?
If I catch him off the premises
one more time,
I'm gonna confiscate and
the euthanize the damn thing.
That's bullshit!
Ham and egg bastard.
Pig sh*t everywhere.
Get away from me!
Ham hock-lookin'
son of a b*tch.
Yah!
Hey.
Well, Linda, they gave me
a $250 ticket. You happy?
I didn't want for you
to get a ticket.
Well, then why did you
call the cops on me?
I wanted to make a statement.
Well, I'm here now.
Make your damn statement.
Say what you want to say to me.
- Okay.
- Say it!
You need to get your kid
under control.
And maybe you should
teach him not to steal,
while you're homeschooling him
sub-kindergarten skills.
Kind of like you did your son?
The one that walked out
on his family?
to be a human f***ing being!
That's enough. Outside.
You gonna run me out
like a little dog now?
Get outside. Now.
Come on.
- Damn it!
- Will you please calm down?
She doesn't like the fact
that I'm a high school dropout,
and I'm homeschooling my son,
but yet he can't see
the damn chalkboard.
I need to tell you something.
No! You know, she's refusing to
accept that he's going blind,
even though she's
constantly complaining
that he's breaking
her little sh*t.
Shush! Let me talk, okay?
Wee Wee just didn't get into
her garden last night.
Johnathan led her there.
Tore the whole thing to pieces.
- You saw him?
- Yeah.
I fired a shot up into the air
to run him off.
You have got to get this
situation under control, okay?
If you can't afford
to pay rent or utilities,
you damn sure can't afford
to feed a 300-pound nuisance.
David gave him that pig.
He loves her.
A full-grown pig
is not a pet.
You wanna tell
your grandson that?
No. I'm not trying
to tell you what to do.
I'm just saying that
with your circumstance,
you have got to explore
some options.
Come here.
I gotta go. I'm sorry.
- Who's there?
- Uh, it's JoLynn.
- Hey, buddy. Hi.
- Hey, Curtis.
I was just, uh,
I was just riffing.
I got cooler songs.
I was just riffing around.
- Do you mind if we come in?
- Please, please, come on in.
- Come on in.
- You got a fish tank?
Yeah, yeah, saltwater.
Where's all the fish?
There's just one.
I used to call him Neptune.
- Now I call him Inept-tune.
- What kind of fish is he?
He's an octo-wuss. Might as well
be a chocolate starfish.
He's a sh*t fish.
You never see him.
He just hides all day.
But that is Plisskin.
He's a total bad ass,
always trying to escape
and sh*t.
But breaking out is impossible.
Breaking in is insane.
you know, 'cause he's a spider,
man, he's just so big and all.
And this is Claws Meine.
Let me show you something.
Check this out.
That is love at first sting,
right there.
Yoohoo! Johnathan!
He is obsessed with the ocean.
If you had a shark in there,
- Johnathan, you like music?
- Hmm?
- You like music?
- Mm-hmm.
Check this out.
Some dude in Austin gave this
to me for a bag of weed...
Uh, weed killer.
Said it was an import.
You like this?
I don't like it.
I love it!
Well, it's yours.
Take it.
- Can I listen to it first?
- Of course! All you want.
You wanna go outside for a sec?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Okay. Hey, Johnathan,
make yourself at home.
All of it?
All of it.
Sh*t. I only have
a week's worth left.
All I got's
a couple days' worth.
I told you about
the complications he has.
He just responds better
to the hydro
than he does with
the pharmaceutical crap.
The only guy I know is Lonny.
He only sells a quarter pound.
I can't afford that much.
We can go in half.
I can't afford that either.
Maybe I could sell some sh*t.
Ratshot owes me some.
Oh, it's too bad
we live in Texas.
If we were on the coast,
hydro would be doctor's orders.
Yeah.
Man, you ever think about
leaving Texas?
I don't know, man.
I like it here.
In Texas, you may have sh*t,
but you'll always have
your dignity.
Here, you can throw your head in
a toilet bowl, lick it clean,
that'll at least make you
the baddest son of a b*tch
in the room.
How do you figure that?
The Alamo.
Which reminds me, you wanna see
my dad's most prized possession?
I don't know.
What is it?
I'll be right back.
My old man never let me
listen to Ozzy Osbourne
because he pissed on the Alamo.
You'd think Ozzy pissed
on his mother's grave,
Check this out.
What is it?
from the Alamo.
Seriously?
Hell no!
It's an old fishing weight
I hammered down.
I told him it was pried
from Colonel Travis's bedroom.
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