Mommy Page #7
I was calling to say...
Yo Die,
I'm so f***ing ripped, serious...
If you could see my face...
You'd laugh your ass off!
I thought you were gonna answer.
I wanted to tell you...
I just wanted to...
thank you for your patience.
I know I'm rough.
Like Grandma used to say
when I was younger,
that I was rough.
Now I get it, why she said that.
So... I'm sorry.
And...
And when...
When I think about the times when...
When I think about
how much maybe I hurt you...
After, when I get my sh*t together...
I'm so f***ing sad because...
you deserve so much better
than a f***ing retard like me!
So...
What matters is... I'm thinking
about you here, and I love you.
Tell Kyla I said hi.
Was it okay?
I mean, was it...
I was okay? 'lght.
I rang.
I didn't hear ya,
it must be broken.
I'm cleaning up that shed,
it's a freakin' pigsty.
Are you okay?
Of course!
You?
Long time no see, stranger!
You wanna come in, have a beer?
Watch some TV,
It's just about time I did.
Have a beer!
We can have dinner too,
I'll fix some pasta...
Come on!
There!
My good glasses...
I came to tell you
we're moving to Toronto.
For Patrick's job.
Get outta here!
Well, that ain't dull news, Toronto!
Jeez, I only got beer!
Had I known, I would have gotten
something more fancy! To party!
I'll be damned!
I lived in Toronto, once!
Ages ago, though, but...
Just before Steve, actually.
I'd written down tons of addresses
and places and...
in that huge, huge address book
I could give you...
'Cause you can't tell right away,
but Toronto can be an effin bore
if you dunno your way around.
All of these places
I spotted, jeez...
Restaurants, some good ones,
and cute shops, not tourist-traps.
There's no way I threw that away!
Where the hell is it...
When are you guys leaving?
Well, two months from now,
originally,
but then...
they moved it
to two week-ends from now.
But now... finally...
we're leaving next weekend.
Sh*t on a brick!
Next weekend?!
WOW!
Talk about a big project!
Well, that's quite the adventure!
You're moving to Toronto
next weekend!
You must be over the effin moon!
I didn't think you'd react that way.
What the hell did ya expect!
It's such great news!
It's awesome!
It's freaking awesome!
You best write me, girl!
If you don't, I'll visit you,
I swear I will, want it or not!
I gotta go back to my boxes...
Stay, grab a beer!
Let's have dinner to celebrate!
By the way,
bugs are eating up my apples,
I gotta do something with them.
I could bake a pie.
We'll have some pie. I got some
nice ice cream to put on top!
I could come back later!
Come with Patrick!
And your daughter!
They never came over!
I don't want you to think
these past few months
didn't mean anything to me,
with you...
Me too.
They were important for me too!
We had fun!
A shitload of fun!
You did us good, we loved having ya!
In my life...
You more of a pie girl
or crisp girl?
I can't just abandon...
...abandon my family...
That's not what I meant.
You know, Kyla...
There's just so many ways to deal.
You deal with your life,
I deal with mine. That's it.
I sent him there...
because I have hope.
I'm full of hope, okay?
This world ain't got tons of hope.
But I like to think...
that it's full of hopeful people,
hoping all day long.
Better off that way 'cause us
hopeful people can change things.
Hopeful world with hopeless people...
That won't get us far.
I did what I did...
so that way, there is hope.
So I win.
All the way.
It's a win-win.
For everybody.
So...
pie or crisp?
Dr. Fawcett will pass by later,
for his meds' eval.
Hopefully, we can relocate him...
Nah, Micheline's off tonight.
She left for St-Paul's
but she's back tonight.
- It's her Thursday.
- She's done with Thursdays.
Not anymore.
Don't ask.
Don't try to understand, bro.
What can you do?
She's happy with him.
She's back with him, what can I say?
Is she dumb,
she'll never understand?
There's nothing to understand.
She wants to save him.
F***ing human nature, bro.
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