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You're staying with us tonight.

That's so sweet.

Alright, Hartanto, we can stay!

Go Sammi.

Go. Out of the car.

Sammi

Oh... Great... Great...

Where is...

Oh, don't worry.

We will gather

You are such a sweet and

little blessing, Hartanto.

It's Hoo Nong Yo, not Hartanto.

That's OK.

Don't worry about it.

Just place them everywhere.

But be careful that.

That's glass one.

Be careful though.

Don't worry. It's OK.

It's fine.

I'll come back with other ones.

This guy is not too smart.

I realize you only brought

the essentials.

I think. That's good.

Yeah, I know.

Honey, what are you supposed to be,

a French vampire?

Check it out, your neighbor's

giving away King Size Snickers.

Hello.

Hi, Clare! My goodness.

It's really happy to see you.

Anyway, I'm feeling

a little cooped up.

Is anyone hungry?

My treat.

When was the last time

you washed your hair?

It looks kind of greasy.

I think it's

your diabetic retinopathy.

To be honest.

Oh.

It's not greasy.

Look, how succulent

everything looks.

OK, sweetie, I'll take that.

Yes, egg salad is for me.

And this one right here

had the cheese sandwich on.

Yeah let her

And this big guy

had the Spanish Omelet.

I think she knows.

She took the order.

Can I ask you?

Do you know if the cheese

on the omelet has reduced fat?

I don't know.

Can you please check?

Because you see

we have high cholesterol

and diabetes in our family.

Sure. Can I get you anything else?

I'm a diabetic and sometimes

diabetics have very large babies.

My son was ten pounds.

Oh My God!

No, we're great, thank you.

And I'm sorry you have to

hear the miracle of this.

And mine...

O.K.

Is it just me?

Or did she seem like

she was high on marijuana?

You can tell me what's going

on with you and dad?

Can you please pass the salt,

Myrelle?

Thank you.

It's Myron.

Oh. Myron.

Actually I kind of

like Myrelle better.

It reminds me of

Gone With the Wind.

Normally black movies

don't hold my attention,

but I liked that one.

And I like The Jeffersons.

Honey, how is your omelet?

I haven't tasted it yet.

Can I have a little bite?

You know just a smidge.

Yeah, you can tell me how it tastes.

Honey, Can I have a bite.

All crazy.

Oh, get a big bite.

Do you like it?

Do you like my omelet?

Actually...

Should I have gotten ham?

Oh, that's succulent.

So are you going to tell me

what's going on with you and dad

No?

How was school today, Clare?

It's great.

We have a costume

competition today.

There's a runoff

between Freddy Kreuger

and a Crayon.

Freddy Kreuger won.

OK. You know what.

There you go.

Thank you, honey.

You are so nice.

Myron, what do you do for living?

I'm a screenwriter.

No! That is so interesting.

I'm working on

a horror Sci-fi project

set in the jungles of

Vietnam. Lt. Tom Dawson

gets infected by Agent

Orange-infected malaria,

then mutates into

a descent violent

but misunderstood

creature driven to insanity

by the horrors of

herbicidal warfare.

That's unreal.

My original title was Mansquito,

but that's already been taken

Oh Yeah!

So my working title is PTSD,

which is Post Traumatic Stress

Disorder or Destroyer.

That's provoking.

It's presuming

You know the Fly.

Excellent!

Sounds like it'll really capture

the authentic Vietnam experience.

But with a sci-fi hook, exactly.

Half Commando... Half Mosquito...

Total Terror.

My God! That sounds so exciting.

Sounds Great.

I really like to read it.

How much do you get paid?

Well, I don't get paid

until I sell it.

But I did send a query letter to

William Morrison to see

if they want it for Snipes.

Wesley Snipes?

Wow!

Isn't that one of your favorite

black actors?

I don't wanna talk about.

How is everything?

Oh succulent.

Isn't it, everyone?

Oh, hey

Do you like movies?

I love them

Oh my god

You should tell her your idea,

Myron.

Lt. Tom Dawson gets infected by

Agent Orange-infected malaria

Oh, come on.

Oh my god.

Clare, I'm so sorry.

That does Bad!

Hello?

Is your mother there?

That I'm warning you,

you might be kicked

anger Never mind,

I hear my answer

shitting on your floor.

OK. What's going on?

She said you got in a fight,

but every time I asked for

the answers.

She ignores me.

How should I know?

We're handing out

candy one minute

and the next she's yelling at me

in that ridiculous pumpkin suit.

What did you do?

Just put her on the phone.

Mom

No, I am not getting him

on the phone.

She doesn't want to talk.

That's a first.

Who is it, Gene?

Is it her?

No, it's your unemployed

grandson.

What's that have to do

with anything?

I'm just stating the facts.

I guess not everyone's

lucky enough

to work at the post office

their whole lives.

It's not luck when you earn it.

Look, whatever.

She's staying here tonight.

You guys can talk tomorrow.

Don't bet on it!

She just fell, didn't she?

Yep.

I hope I'm not

putting you out, Myron?

No. I'll be fine on the couch.

Spit it put, Sammy Higgins.

Spit it out and we'll see.

So all these guys

have the same name?

They're part of

my home dog rescue.

I have average about forty a year,

and that's why I call

everyone Sammy Higgins.

It's easy to remember

and it helps me

keep a detached professionalism

when they get adopted.

Right on.

Well, I hope you feel better.

I'll see you in the morning.

I guess.

Wonderful.

Good luck at that

writing seminar tomorrow!

Thanks!

OK:

Bye. Myron

Myrilan, Is this yours?

It was just laying on

the living room floor.

Thank you so much.

It must have fallen down of my bag.

What the hell is that thing?

It's just a lighter, Relax.

Do you know what I do?

I used it to scare people like you

if you sneak up on me.

Wouldn't it be safer

just carrying some mace?

I tried that once,

but I ended upmistaking it

for my Binaca.

Come here.

No, I'm going to sleep.

You're going to sleep?

Oh, I'll see you tomorrow morning.

Please tell me

if everything you want.

Call me if you want this turkey.

Gosh, you know what's funny?

Yes. I do.

What's funny is my head's

still throbbing,

but the fall snapped

my shoulder back into place.

I got to to remember to

tell my Pain Pals

about that right now.

Yeah, Mom,

maybe you should go to bed

because it's getting late.

And it's been a long day.

You want to play Scrabble?

I brought my dictionary.

Oh, no.

But maybe tomorrow.

Okay,

OK. Good night.

Noah, hug me as hard as you can

and show me how much you love me.

Harder.

I don't want to disarrange

that shoulders because...

Nice to meet you.

Noah?

Yeah?

You forget to say good night

to Sammy Higgins.

Good night, Sammy Higgins... es.

Look how much he loves you.

Good night.

I love-

you, too.

Oh my god...

Come on, she's only here

for one night.

I wish they'd just get a divorce and

put all of us out of our misery.

Is my hair really greasy?

No, not really.

Sometimes.

She's just so needy one minute

and critical the next.

Why don't you tell her that.

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