Monumental Page #2

- I know, it's a shame.

You know that's not

possible anymore.

What your son needs

is his own father.

- Yeah well, his

father needs a father.

- Oh come on, Lisa.

There must be something to him.

I mean, he had enough charm

to get you, didn't he?

- Biggest mistake of my life.

- Please don't say that, Lisa.

If it wasn't for that mistake,

we wouldn't have chance.

- Mom, I'm not

talking about chance,

I'm obviously

talking about clayne.

You don't even like him.

You say what a deadbeat

he is all the time.

- That's not what I say.

I say I don't like

the way the two of you

treat each other.

Your son adores his father

and he needs him around.

You and clayne need

to work things out.

- So now I'm responsible

for clayne being a deadbeat?

- Okay.

You know what, honey?

I'm gonna go tuck

your father in.

I love you hon, goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- Here we go, mom.

Ready?

There he is, huh?

- Stand there,

I'll get you by it.

Gutzon borglum.

- Despite the rumors,

he was a decent guy.

Wow.

Holy sh*t.

Mama Dee would have loved this.

- I finally understand

her obsession about it.

Love you, mom.

- Stevie, this was one of

your father's favorite sights.

He'd always tell me what

an amazing accomplishment

it was for mankind to sculpt

the faces on a mountain

in such great detail.

Did you know that these

faces are scaled to a man

who would stand 465 feet tall?

And each head is

six stories high.

Why, that's as

tall as the sphinx.

And the great sculptor

gutzon borglum.

That's gutzon borglum, well,

he started drilling in 1926

when he was 60 years old.

Can you imagine that?

60!

Took him 14 years

to complete it.

You know, goodness, it

just goes to show you

it's never too late to

do something amazing

with your life.

I just hope I get to see

it in person some day.

- I wonder what the four fathers

think of the country now.

- Hope you like roadkill

'cause that looks like

what we got in here.

- This is the only

place around here.

It's nothing but freaking trees.

- How you guys doing?

You guys need a menu?

There you go.

Couple drinks started for you?

- I'll have a water.

- Let me get started with

chicken wings and a soda water.

- You got it, how 'bout you?

- I'm not sure yet.

- What are you gonna get?

- I'm not sure.

- Thought you were starving,

you're being pretty

f***ing indecisive.

- He's insecure.

- What's that?

- F*** insecurity.

Always happened

to have security.

- Don't worry about

him, he does this

from time to time.

I just humor him,

let him do his thing.

But I'll get on this.

F*** owing someone because

they do something for you.

- F*** care providers

that don't provide

nothing but carelessness.

- Alright, how 'bout this?

F*** fake ass motherfuckers.

F*** something, get in

on this, man, come on.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah.

- F*** it, f*** people who

judge you on how you dress.

- Wah wah wah.

That was a good try.

How about f***

power trip people.

- They oughta take a trip of

their own, never come back.

- God damn right.

F*** gas prices,

we're all on strike.

- F*** terrorists.

- Alright.

- F*** the war on peace.

Ain't nothing peaceful about it.

- Damn right.

World doesn't revolve

around you, sick fucks!

- You know what?

F*** taxes, just f*** 'em.

- We're

on strike again.

- Yeah.

- F*** crooked cops!

- F***ing pigs.

- Serve and protect my ass!

- Whoa.

- American dream is dead.

What we need is a revolution.

Revolution brings evolution,

without revolution

humans do not evolve, people

need chaotic sh*t to happen.

Make 'em see the

world differently.

Give 'em a different

perspective.

Otherwise they just

sit there stagnant.

'60s and '70s had revolution.

War.

Drugs.

Protesters.

Those people evolved,

those people revolted.

Us?

We're too lazy to

open our mouth.

Too absorbed with our

high tech devices.

It's embarrassing

how oblivious we are

to the bullshit

that's all around us.

We're all blessed.

It's what you do with your

blessings that counts.

- Welcome to the bar, gentleman.

That's Earl.

- I like him, can we keep him?

- You would keep him.

- Hey buddy, oh.

- Dude, get out,

come, Jesus, get out.

- Christ, what died inside you?

F*** me, did you eat a goat?

- F***ing chicken wings, man.

- I ate 'em and that sh*t

ain't happening to me.

- I don't know.

- Yous got a weak little

baby stomach, don't ya?

- Just shut the

f*** up and get out of here.

- You want some pedialyte?

- Shut the door.

- You want me

to get you anything?

- No, and no drinks.

If you're sneaking off

to go get a f***ing drink

without me, don't do it.

- Aye aye, captain.

But seriously, call a

doctor, you need to get that

checked out.

- Just f***ing go.

- Call me.

The f***?

- Dear

a**hole, I just saved your ass

after you smashed my bumper.

Not sure why I'm helping you,

maybe because I've been

where you're at before

and I've kept my own.

This is your one get

out of jail free card.

Hope I don't regret this.

Take care of yourself,

if not for you,

then for your kids.

Sincerely, one troubled

soul to another.

- So still out here.

- Yeah, 'cause all seven

people that live out here

are too bored to move.

- I think it's nice.

- Nice and terrible.

I guarantee you nothing

interesting has happened here

since they outlawed

cousin f***ing in 1912.

- Oh man, you're crazy.

- Why would you

choose to live here?

- Greg doesn't

have a say so, man.

Until he sells a screenplay,

Stacy's calling all the shots.

Plus it's like nice people

place to sleep tonight.

- What kind of idiot tries to

make a living writing movies?

What do you mean,

sleep here tonight?

I gotta f***ing stay

out here overnight?

- Dude, what is your

problem with Greg?

Was that a gunshot?

What do you got a gun for?

Whoa whoa whoa!

Oh my god, he's tripping out.

Greg, Greg!

Put the gun down!

- Go go go, drive,

drive, fast, drive fast,

f***er's gonna get me, just

f***ing drive, just go!

- Who's after you?

- Oh sh*t!

- Who's after you?

- Faster man, faster!

They not f***ing

playing around, faster!

Oh f***ing sh*t!

- I don't even see a

scarecrow, Jesus Christ.

Greg.

- They gonna take

me alive, drive.

- Give me that

f***ing rifle, man.

- Cock pissing motherfuckers!

Go get you, go get

you motherfuckers!

You want it?

Come get some,

come and get some!

- There's

nothing out there.

- He's

got a gun, clayne.

Greg, no no no no!

Greg, gimme the gun!

There's nothing in there!

- Ooh, they're f***ing

sneaky little f***ers.

- Give me

the gun, Greg, man,

who is it, who?

Greg, where's Stacy?

Greg!

Greg, where's Stacy?

- Who?

- Your wife, Stacy your wife.

- Oh sh*t, Stacy.

- Yeah, where she at?

- Oh god, what would the

dragons want with Stacy?

Oh f***, the dragons got Stacy!

Stacy!

Oh f*** Stacy, I'm sorry Stacy!

- Are you

f***ing kidding me?

- Greg.

- You sure you killed them?

- Yeah bud, we got them all.

- All the who?

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