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Great job.

Thank you.

Aunt Penelope?

- It's lgby.

- This all seems to be in order.

I'm in Washington.

This is for you and your helpers.

Thank you very much.

That's very generous of you.

I'm sure she'd love to, Aunt Penelope.

Except for one thing.

Yes, Aunt Penelope, I'm sure she was.

Tuesday.

Thank you.

Bye-bye.

It's ironic...

...that the first time

in my entire life that I feel...

...remotely affectionate toward her

is when she's dead.

You beat up her corpse.

After that.

The service is in two days.

You can stay in your old room.

You killed her. You bury her.

I'm joking.

Listen, I've got this discount fare, and...

...it'd be kinda hypocritical of me.

You know.

- You'll handle it like everything else, right?

- Right.

You should hate me.

I don't.

- You should.

- I don't hate you.

Don't be indulgent.

Never that.

- You're going to California?

- Yep. The Sunshine State.

Actually, Florida's the Sunshine State.

Really?

Three thousand f***in' miles

away from here.

Is there a number where we can reach you?

We? No.

You'll call when there is.

There really isn't that much

between us, is there?

Just an ever-diminishing amount of blood.

Bye.

Well done.

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