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for them and everything.

She can make that very difficult.

She won't.

Well, I guess they should be

with your mother.

I probably have that coming.

Flap, will you bring

the boys by tomorrow?

I've got that one waiting for me.

I gotta do it.

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

Come on, Pats, I gotta get ready.

Patsy. Make-up!

Is it terrible to say

I can't stand seeing your mother

get her hands on that little girl?

I'd just love to raise

that little girl.

Look, I'd let you,

but Teddy couldn't spare her.

I can't stall any more, all right?

You go out there

and send the boys in.

Well, do I get to say something ever?

No.

We don't have to do that, right?

Come here.

You'll be fine. You will.

It's just this...

You're my touchstone, Emma.

The boys.

Hi. Come on.

I love you. I miss you.

God, I want you to come home.

Close the door.

God, you both look so gigantic to me.

I guess I look pretty bad to you.

Not so bad.

You both have beautiful eyes

and your hair's too long.

I don't care about the back

but keep your bangs cut, OK?

- It's too long.

- That's a matter of opinion.

Just keep it short, all right?

Are you getting well?

Look up.

I'm sorry about this

but I can't help it.

I can't talk too long

or I'll get real upset.

I want you to make a lot of friends.

And be real nice to the girls cos

they'll be important to you, I swear.

We're not afraid of girls,

what makes you think that?

- Well, you may be later on.

- I doubt it.

- Why don't you shut up? Shut up!

- You shut up.

Teddy, give me a kiss, come on.

Tommy, you be sweet. Be sweet.

And stop trying to pretend

like you hate me. It's silly.

I like you.

- Then listen especially close.

- What?

- Listen real hard?

- I said what.

I know you like me. I know it.

For the last year or two,

you've pretended like you hate me.

But I love you very much,

as much as I love anybody,

as much as I love myself.

And in a few years when I haven't

been around to irritate you,

you're gonna remember.

You'll remember when I bought the

baseball glove when we were broke

or when I read you those stories,

or when I let you goof off instead

of mowing the lawn, lots of things.

You're gonna realise

that you love me,

and maybe you'll feel badly because

you never told me, but don't.

I know that you love me.

- So don't do that to yourself, OK?

- OK!

- OK?

- I said OK.

OK, you two should run along.

Take care.

Give me a kiss.

I was so scared,

but I think it went well, don't you?

Yeah?

Tommy, if you need to talk,

your dad will listen.

He's a very smart man, you know.

Just say, "Dad, I'm confused.

I need to have a talk."

You know, I met this boy back in

River Oaks where I live.

He said the Cub Scouts in Houston

are the best ever.

We were never scouts, our mother

was too lazy to check it out.

No! Stop!

Come on! Stop it!

No!

Listen to me! Listen. It's OK, Tom.

It's OK. Now...

Hey! Stop it!

I'm sorry, but I just can't have you

criticising your mother around me.

Mr Horton. Mr Horton?

She's gone.

Oh, God, I'm so stupid. So stupid...

Somehow I thought...

Somehow I thought

when she finally went,

that it would be a relief.

Oh, my sweet, little darling!

Oh, dear. There's nothing harder.

There's nothing...

Do you want some cake?

- Why are you standing over here?

- I don't know.

You wanna come over and sit with me?

Everything's gonna be

all right, Tommy.

There's fantastic

dance schools in Houston.

- Tap?

- Tap, ballet, aerobics...

Anything you want.

Come over here and see your dad.

He really knows a pretty girl,

doesn't he?

She's too old for him.

Are you eating a wet bunny? Here.

Better go on over to Dad and eat it.

Hi, Vern. How are you doing here?

Hi.

I understand you're a swimmer.

Me, too.

But you're an astronaut, right?

I'm an astronaut and a swimmer.

Pretty good-looking suit, there.

A little closer. A little closer.

A little closer.

Do you want to see my pool?

I don't know if the time is right.

You know, funeral and everything.

Oh, I think it is. Come on.

I'll show you the internationally

infamous...uh...Breedlove crawl.

Just a little stroke

I picked up out in space.

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