Milk Money Page #3

Well, that's easy

for you to say.

You're a professional.

But for us laymen,

if you don't use it,

you lose it.

Well, how long has it been,

you know, since you... used it?

Oh... I use it a little bit

every day, you know-

the bank,

the grocery store-

but it, you know...

It's probably been

a good ten, 15 years

since I was any good at it,

you know.

It doesn't come up that often.

Maybe it's the neighborhood.

Tom.

- Larry.

- Wow.

Well, it's not the battery.

In the morning, I'll check

the fuel line for you,

the alternator, the pump.

You know, it could be

your plugs are worn down.

I'll replace them for you

in the morning.

In the meantime, uh...

could I give you

a ride home?

Um, no, I can walk.

So, what do you think?

Can you help him?

I'd much rather

do something for you.

Well, what could you do for me?

Well, it seems

like you've forgotten

just about everything.

Well, I remember the basics...

but it's...

I'm not concerned about myself.

It's Frank I'm worried about.

You know, it's just not

that important to me anymore.

Poor man.

Look at that woman.

Oh, my God.

Her top is so low.

And her skirt is so high.

That is bad.

It is.

It's very, very bad.

Are you, uh...

what I think you are?

Well, I'm not

the public health nurse.

Would you... like some company?

Yes, I would.

Hi.

Hi, Andy.

Hi, boss.

Hi.

Did you hear that?

That was bad.

That was very, very bad.

Want a date?

I don't think

that's going to work.

That's Reverend Whitehead.

God doesn't let him do that.

Got you an ice cream.

Being on the job

probably makes you hungry.

Thanks.

What are you doing here?

Looking for you.

Where are you going

to sleep tonight?

In a hotel, if you'll get lost

and let me make some money.

I- I don't think

you should be doing this.

What are you,

some kind of child missionary?

Sort of.

I did have an idea

about the sleeping thing.

Hi, Frank.

She spoke to me.

I speak to her,

but she never speaks to me.

Hey, Frank, going to the dance?

I- I can't dance.

Me, neither.

Aren't you going to introduce us

to your friend, Frank?

I'm Frank's father's sister,

Aunt V,

and Frank and I are

very, very close,

aren't we, Frank?

We've got to be going now.

See you later.

Look at the way she walks.

That is bad.

That is very, very bad.

Are you running away?

No. What are you doing?

I'm organizing the fund-raiser.

Again?

There's only two more weeks

before they bulldoze

my five acres.

Who will you invite?

I don't know.

Thanks, pal.

Frank.

You know G?

G?

The math tutor.

Yeah.

She's a Grace Kelly, isn't she?

Yeah.

Light, reading material...

Hey.

dinner with everything...

Oh, great. Thanks.

Pajamas.

Okay.

Turn around.

Why?

Because I'm going

to change,

and you don't have

any more money.

This is sweet.

It was my mom's.

Isn't she going

to miss it?

She died before I was born.

I don't think that's possible.

She died exactly when

I was born, to the minute.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You can

turn around now.

What's this?

Did some rich guy

give it to you?

Is it worth a million bucks?

No.

Oh, did your mom give it to you,

and then she died,

and that's all you have

to remember her by?

No. I stole it.

Oh.

T oo bad it's empty.

T oo bad you don't have a guy

to put in your locket.

A guy with a house,

a job, a car,

credit cards...

and a son.

Yeah, I know

what you're trying to do,

and it's not going to work.

Well, what am I trying to do?

You want me to go out

with your dad.

No, I don't.

That's good.

I want you to marry my dad.

Let me explain.

I never mix business

with pleasure.

I'm not talking about pleasure.

I'm talking

about you marrying my dad.

But people like your dad

don't marry women like me.

Well... I told him what you did,

and he didn't mind.

I told the truth.

Really?

I don't know.

I think the truth

kind of gets you in trouble.

You know what

you should do?

Find your dad one of those

nice women that we saw in town.

Nice women don't understand him.

I don't even understand him.

He spends all of his time

wading around in mud,

cataloging plants.

Good night. Use the can

if you need anything.

Can?

Looks like a boob.

Hello, V?

V.

V, this is Frank.

From the can.

This is V.

My dad thinks you look

like Grace Kelly.

Good night.

Good night, Frank.

I'm telling you, she slept

in the tree house last night.

You're so full of sh*t.

Oh, my God- a "C."

My dad is going

to kill me.

What's wrong with a "C"?

Her car broke down

in front of my house.

She had to stay.

She's there right now.

She's going

to tell on us, I know.

She's not there.

I bet you a zillion

billion dollars

that you are full of sh*t.

You're on.

Name your price.

Your leather Jacket.

Oh, thank God- a "D."

- What?

- Oh, no, no,

I'd rather bet

a zillion billion dollars.

Look, if she's not at my house

after school,

I'll be your slave for life.

These are

excellent terms, Brad.

You're toast.

Oh, no.

He got an "F".

Your understanding of

the female reproductive cycle

is simply not satisfactory.

I'm giving you a second chance

by assigning an

oral presentation.

Oral- as in from the mouth?

That's exactly right.

An oral presentation

on the material

with footnotes and visual aids,

due by the end of the week.

What kind of visual aids?

Well, Suzanne,

trash day

in the red light district

took on new meaning today

as one unlucky local resident

made a grisly discovery.

He found sitting innocently

among the trash cans at the curb

the dead body

of an unidentified white male.

The body,

when examined by paramedics,

showed signs of what police are

calling ritualistic mutilation.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

...or release

the name of the victim.

But speculation on the street

is that the killing was related

to drug running

and prostitution.

Millionaire importer

and reputed mob boss

Jerry the Pope

denied allegations that moneys

from local prostitution

operations

were being funneled

through his corporation.

Hello.

Betty, it's V.

I'm just watching the news.

What happened?

Um... Cash stole from Waltzer,

so Waltzer cut his heart out.

Guess he wasn't a person

after all.

V, Cash said that

you took the money.

That's not true.

I, I believe you, but...

you got to tell Waltzer

in person.

Um...

T ell me where you are,

and I'll come to you.

V?

Got to...

Oh, sh*t.

Got to get out of here. Okay.

Oh!

Excuse me.

Sorry, excuse me.

Thank you.

Who do I need to find?

What am I doing?

Uh, Dad. Dad.

Find Dad.

Um, excuse me.

I'm looking

for Frank's father.

He's a teacher here.

Oh, what's his goddamn name?

His name is, um...

Tom.

Tom, that's his name.

...the edges on the sedge.

That's one of the ways

you can tell-

sedges have edges.

Now, if you look at

the composition of this soil

closely under a microscope,

you could see traces of

thousands and thousands

of years of evolution.

Thanks, Mr. Wheeler.

You're welcome, Nate.

- Mr. Wheeler.

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