The Bucket List Page #3

I understand.

And ah... Sir, I don't mean to sound

indelicate, but...

how do you want me to handle your...?

Death?

Treat it, as if it were your own.

So... leave all the money to my assistant.

Go get me one of those croissants.

And don't buy any green bananas.

- What're you doing?

- What is this?

- Come on, give it back.

- What is it?

Give it back!

It was on the floor,

I didn't know, it was a state secret.

My fresh mens philosopher,

assigned this exercise...

In forward thinking...

he called it a bucket list.

We're suppose to make a list of all the things

we wanted to do in our lives, before...

Before we kick the bucket...

cutesy...

Anyway, I wrote down things like, make a

million dollars, first black president.

You know, young man's wishes...

But now it's gone, through with these...

Help a complete stranger for the good.

Laugh until I cry.

Not to be judge mental, but this is extremely weak

Well...

it's pointless now.

I would argue the exact opposite.

- What're doing?

- A little rewrite, that's all.

I mean, don't you wanna go out with some balls?

Guns blazing, have a little fun?

It's not suppose to be, about guns blazing,

anything like that, you're missing the point.

What the hell, is with doing something majestic?

Have you ever been to the Himalaya's?

Drive Mustang Shelby, not bad.

I've got one.

How about, sky diving?

Now we're on to something.

We're on to something? Let me see...

Kiss the most beautiful girl in the world.

- How you propose doing that?

- Volume.

Get a tattoo.

Is that the sum of your ambition?

Edward I've taking baths, deeper than you.

It's easy to be deep and fresh in philosophy.

What's Dr. Hahn say?

We've got months, right?

- A year, maybe.

- You think 45 years went by fast?

We can do this... we should do this.

- No, I... I...

- Don't think about money.

That's all I got, is money.

- But... I don't know.

- What don't you know?

It was meant to be metaphorical.

- Just trying to get a handle...

- Blah... blah... blah

Metaphorical, you're the one crying,

you never took a shot?

- Here's your chance.

- My chance to what?

Make a fool of myself?

Never too late.

What'd you think happens now?

I go back sit around and listen to

people talking about...

messeliene financing and suportonating debt?

Pretending that I care about death money?

You go home to some ceremonial

procession in the death.

With everyone standing around

watching you die...

While you're trying to comfort them,

Is that what you want?

To be smothered by pity and grieve.

Well not me, and in your heart Carter

I believe not you either.

We're both in the same boat,

how's that for a metaphor?

We've got a real opportunity here.

Opportunity? That is a real twist,

even by your standards.

You still feel good, right?

The energy's coming back a little bit.

Asymptomatic the Doc says.

The way I see it, we can lay around here,

hoping for a miracle...

With some bull sh*t science experiment.

Or we can put some moves on...

- Sky diving, huh?

- Right.

What kind of hospital is this?

There isn't an MD. within a mile.

Virginia, we have to talk.

What did they say?

Mrs. Chambers... I'm gonna give you

two a little quiet time, excuse me.

It's not good.

I knew we should have gone to UCLA.

The surgeons are better

Their post-up is better.

- It wouldn't have made any difference.

- You don't know that.

- We're not giving up, I want a another opinion.

- Hold on Virginia.

Yes, Oncology please, Dr. Petris office.

- Virginia no.

- Let me handle this.

Dr. Petri, it's Virginia Chambers, yes that's right.

I'm going away for a while.

- What are you talking about?

- Talking about, Edward and I are going away.

Edward and you?

Going away... where?

- I don't expect you to understand.

- Listen... you damn right, I don't understand.

I don't understand how you can,

just give up like this.

How you can just quit... quit fighting?

- Virginia...

- Why don't you tell our children that...

see what they say, when they find out,

that you've givin' up on them.

Givin' up on them?

Givin' up on them! I've got 45 years

beat up, under the hood of a car...

so they didn't have too,

and they didn't!

I think, I've earned some time, for myself.

To do what? Run off, with a total stranger?

- He's not a stranger.

- I'm your wife.

And I'm your husband... and I'm their

father and I'm a grandfather.

- And I'm a damn mechanic.

- And you're a fool.

You're a fool, who thinks he figured out way,

how not to have cancer.

I'm sorry.

My husband is not for sale.

She hates me.

You Hate Me?

Not yet.

And so it began.

I always been afraid to go up in

an aireoplaine.

And now I'm gonna jump out of one,

on a whim of a maniac.

Wanna get it?

How you suggest, we do that?

Wait... ought.

Damn it.

Not a word.

- Back to the seat Kyle.

- You have to forgive him Kyle,

- He's worried about the little woman.

- This has nothing to do with my wife.

The sequel was just like that,

she never backed me up on anything.

The sequel?

The second Mrs. Edward Cole.

God, that woman hated me.

Maybe because you called her the sequel.

Jesus Kyle, I never looked at it that way.

- No, no, wait, wait, I can't do this.

- Sure you can.

No, I can't really.

- It's not the jump, youre afraid of, but...

- The hell it's not.

You're just afraid, your chute wont open...

and you'll show up at your own funeral,

as a Denver omelet.

No, I'll just use the warrenty to bring it back,

if the chute wont open.

The man's got some lungs.

Let's hit the till...

Geronimo...

Pull that thing, pull the cord.

How about this... huh? This is living.

I hate your rotten guts.

Don't mention it, lover boy.

Which one of these damn cords do you pull?

Don't touch it, we're not in the

drop zone yet, we could wind up in...

- Okay, touch the cord.

- I got a feeling, I'm falling...

We're in the red zone

Pull the cord.

- I got the feeling, I'm falling in love...

- Pull that damned cord.

I was in love once.

Tommy, we live to die another day.

- How lucky for me.

- No jokes, Thomas.

Remember the will, you're so close.

Let me ask you something?

Is it... is it Tommy or Thomas?

Huh, actually Mathew, but he finds

that to biblical.

I see something, come on.

- Is he insane?

- It depends.

So, have you decided?

No, I... I couldn't think of anything,

I wanna be stuck with permanently.

What's permanently?

We're gonna be dead in five minutes.

- What?

- Figure of speech.

So, no confederate flag, no black Jesus.

- No, I... I mean...

- Yea, sure... sure.

Why would I want, to desecrate my body?

What, you're worried they wont

bury you in a Jewish cemetery?

What your wife? It's a tattoo.

It's not like you're dumping her,

for another woman.

I've never been with another woman.

Wough...

It's got to be on the list.

No, no, I don't think so.

we ought'a have a big orgy.

- No.

- Orgy is not even being unfaithful.

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