Short Cuts Page #27

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I've forgotten.

[Balloon Squealing]

[Car Engine Running]

Zoe. Zoe, don't do this to me.

Zoe!

No!

[Grunting]

Oh, baby. Oh, my God.

[Groaning]

[Grunting]

Oh, baby. Oh, baby.

Oh! No. Zoe, no.

I'm not open yet.

The bakery's closed for business.

We can see you're closed,

but I'm sure you'll see us.

Mr. Bitkower!

Mr. Bitkower!

[Sighs]

- Hey, you're not allowed in here.

- Mr. Bitkower.

- What do you want?

- I'm Casey's mother. This is Casey's father.

I'm busy.

You come back when I'm open.

- No.

- All right.

You want your cake now. Is that it?

You finally want the cake you ordered?

We wanna talk to you about the cake

that wasn't picked up.

- Or paid for.

- You're a terrible person, Mr. Bitkower.

It cost me time and money

to make that cake.

I have work to do.

I don't wanna talk to you.

You're gonna talk to her,

or I'm gonna knock you on your ass, pal.

- How can you be so cheap and insensitive?

- Lady, I work hours a day to make ends meet.

- I bake all night and work all day.

- Oh, you bake all night?

[Laughing] I thought you made

phone calls at night, you bastard.

I'll call somebody.

Get out of my store.

I don't want any trouble here.

My son is dead.

He is dead, Mr. Bitkower.

He was hit by a car

the day I came in here to order the cake.

We have been waiting

with him until he died.

And now he is dead.

There are no more birthdays.

He is dead!

You bastard! You bastard!

Goddamn you!

- Goddamn you!

- Come on.

- Goddamn you!

- Shame on you.

- [Sobbing]

- Shame.

Wait. Wait, don't go.

Don't go. Don't go.

Wait.

Let me get you a chair.

Here, sit down.

[Sobbing]

- [Lois] What are you doing, Joe?

- [Bill] I've never seen more

f***ing homeless people.

[Lois] Hey, you.

Drink that. Don't spill it.

- So -

- Josette, stay in the car.

- Joe-Joe, watch your sister.

- What do you guys want?

- [Lois] Cigarettes.

- [Honey] Beers.

- Yeah, we're here for beer.

- Lots of beer.

We're already gonna get some beer.

- [Lois] We'll be right back, Joe.

- [Joe] Where you going?

We're going to get Aunt Honey's

photographs. You watch Josette.

How much is that gonna cost?

- [Woman] What was your last name?

- [Lois] Keep your eye on her.

Don't let her get to the edge.

- No, Honey Bush.

- Keep your eye on your sister.

- Honey, Honey Bush.

- Hey.

Hey, Mr. Johnson, how's it going?

Thank you. Sorry.

- Is five dollars enough?

- Yeah. That's how much it is.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Let me see.

Who are these?

- [Both Gasp]

- She's dead.

- Ew, that is gross.

- She's dead.

Ew, Honey, he's coming. Go.

- Oh, my God.

- Careful.

Come on, get in.

Are we gonna do this picnic or what?

Do you have a pen?

" NZ" -

- He's going to that one.

- Come on.

Remember this. " NZ ."

NZ .

. .

[Chuckling]

Mmm.

See, look what you do.

You make the food look like

a little show down there on the plate.

It looks like a little stage with little -

little sausage people on it.

- [Chuckling]

- It's so cute.

I love all those things about you.

I love everything you say.

I'm getting us out of Downey, baby.

Don't worry about it.

It's all temporary.

Oh, I don't want it to be over.

- We'll do it again.

- When?

Well, I've got three round trips

out ofJ.F.K. To Berlin.

And then a little stopover in Bangkok

that I requested, a four-day layover there.

That'll be great.

So, uh... next month.

- Maybe we should go to Hawaii.

- Yeah.

Chad could stay with his father.

I mean, he'll be in school, right?

- Chad had a great time.

- Wally had a great time.

- How about little Wally?

- [Chuckles]

A smokin' good time.

- [Both Chuckling]

- [Wally] Yippee-aye-ay!

- [Joe] Are we there?

- [Lois] We're here. Finally.

Whoo!

[Lois]

Get out. We're here, babe.

It's not stupid.

It's gonna be fun.

Out.

[Joe]

Hey, you didn't have to do that.

- Let's go get in the dirt.

- It's my pleasure.

Josette, watch out for the dog sh*t.

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