The Cake Eaters
- R
- Year:
- 2007
- 86 min
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# that explain
the way I'm thinking now #
# I, I will return
to you #
# what I have taken
long before #
# when it gets dark
and day is done #
# and lay me down #
# down by your side
I will stay #
# so lay me down #
# and if you want
to stay with me #
# then let me know
before it's light #
# into the black
# and lay me down #
I will stay #
# so lay me down #
Hello, you've reached
the Kimbrough house.
Please leave a message
after the beep,
and we'll get back to you.
# Down by your side
I will stay #
# so lay me down #
I think I'll go shredded wheat
from now on.
These make me too active
later on.
All right,
I'll pick up
some shredded wheat, then.
I see,
but there's bran flakes...
Yeah.
in the bowl.
You want them frosted?
Will you go
to the market today?
Uh-huh.
Frosted's good.
Georgia, please try
and hold still, honey.
Great. Hold that.
Hold that.
Morning, Marg.
- Hey, Judd.
Georgia's
just getting dressed.
They got
child pornography laws
in this state, you know.
Damn it,
she's just trying
to bring awareness
to the disease.
Oh, hell.
She's trying
to make a name for herself,
and you know it.
All right.
Here, I can do it.
- No.
Georgia, please,
just be patient, okay?
I don't...
There's my angel.
Hey, Nana.
Okay. Come on.
It's all right.
I'll get the wheelchair.
Mom, no.
Now, are you sure?
She's sure.
Here.
There you go.
Don't forget
to take your pills after lunch.
And don't feed them
to Kelsey anymore.
You'll...
kill that poor dog.
Go back here?
Yeah, all the way down
on the end.
Hey.
I don't even know
how to price these, Dad.
I don't know what they're worth.
You got me.
How's about we just ask them,
let them tell us
what they want to pay?
Check this out.
Yo, how much for the porn?
$40.
Each?
What, are you kidding me?
That's a f***ing rip-off.
Yo, that's her.
Yo, check out this...
oh, for real, man.
Yo, yo, check this one out.
Yo, do you have, like,
a website
or something like that?
Okay.
- Seriously, I'll check...
get the hell out of here.
What? We're talking.
- Right now.
Right here, gentlemen.
Out!
Hey, Bud!
- B*tch.
Now. Gone.
- Who's this guy?
What did you say?
Nothing.
- No, what did you say?
I am not saying anything,
man.
Dude, forget it, man.
Let's just go.
I don't think
they're teaching manners anymore
at the schools.
I guess not.
So...
how's business?
Pretty slow.
Now, what are you doing here,
easy?
We was just, um...
getting rid of stuff
we don't need anymore.
Georgia,
you must know Mr. Kimbrough.
He's the butcher.
I'm a vegetarian.
We like that.
This is my granddaughter,
Georgia.
I see that.
A granddaughter indeed.
And the hoverer,
my son Dwight.
And with his permission,
you can call him Beagle.
Hi.
- Hey.
Nice to meet you.
Yeah.
Uh, I've seen you around.
You, uh...
you go to my school.
You go to Lincoln?
No, no. I, uh...
I work there
in the cafeteria.
I make your lunch.
If you want
to call it lunch.
Yeah, well, school food
gets a bad rap, I guess.
Hey, easy.
Dad.
Could you keep an eye
on my booth for just a minute
while we take a little trip
to the ladies' room?
Not at all, ma'am.
- Thank you.
Actually, I'll volunteer
Beagle here to help you.
Beagle?
- Yeah.
Oh, okay.
- Yes. Sure, sure.
Thank you.
Just careful.
Okay.
I got ya.
- Okay.
What's with
the women's clothes?
Oh, they're my mom's.
Where is she?
Uh...
she's not, uh...
she's just, uh...
What?
She died.
Oh.
If you don't mind my asking,
who took those pictures?
My mom.
Really?
She's applying
for a Guggenheim.
Oh, yeah?
What's that?
Like, a grant.
Ah.
Well, I liked them.
Okay.
Here I am.
Well...
yeah, I probably shouldn't go
into the...
I'll take that.
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Come on, girl. Come on.
If you don't mind,
we'll be just a minute.
All right.
- Thank you.
Thank you so much.
- Sure.
I'll just wait out here
for you guys.
All right.
You should come over tonight.
Why?
Thanks for waiting.
Here we are. Oh!
- Yeah.
Oh, damn.
It looks like rain.
Lord, I swear
the only time this happens
is when I put the top down.
Will you all excuse me?
I'm just gonna run on
and get it.
Yeah, okay.
- Here we go.
I just need help
with my homework.
if I write for too long,
so I get people to help me.
Otherwise, I wouldn't ask,
you know?
So what's wrong
with you anyway?
I have Friedreich's Ataxia,
a neuromuscular disease.
Is that why you talk
kind of like you're drunk?
I do?
- I mean...
no, it's... I just...
it's slurred a little.
Oh, I get it all the time.
I-I just didn't know
what the...
I didn't know anything about it.
I didn't mean
to offend you or anything.
No, you didn't.
It's...
a genetic defect of some kind.
Are you gonna get better?
No.
This is pretty much
as good as it's gonna get
I wonder when that's gonna be.
Look, you don't have
to come over if you don't want.
I just...
- no, no.
I want... I want to come over.
Yeah?
- Yeah, yeah. Definitely.
Cool.
Beagle!
Let's go!
Get it in gear!
What is he doing?
You okay?
- Yeah, I'm all right.
All right.
I'll see you later.
Jeez.
The hell is that?
Who is that?
Is that...
I'll be goddamned.
What the hell are you doing
up there?
I didn't get the mail
till this morning.
I would have been here.
I-I've been on the road.
I know.
There's a hole
in Mom's sewing room.
I know.
What happened?
I had to put her
in the hospital.
Diabetes got real bad.
She wasn't walking.
High blood sugars, bedsores.
Had a heart attack
a week later.
It was
a real simple ceremony.
You know, we tried to call you
in New York.
Your number didn't work.
Couldn't get ahold of you,
so...
I'm sorry, Bud.
It's been a long time.
You got a girl
down there in New York?
I haven't been in one place
long enough, Dad.
How about this,
three bachelors
under the same roof?
You don't have
a girl yet, Beag?
Please.
You still dip?
God, that used
to drive his mom nuts.
You remember that?
unless you quit
that dip, Beagle.
Did I ask your opinion?
Lighten up.
Here, I thought you might
like to hear the new tunes.
Hey,
thank you.
Wow.
God damn it,
it's good to have you back.
so proud of you.
Your food's getting cold,
Dad.
Big stuff, kid.
The first round's
on the geezer.
No, no, Dad, it's my treat.
I'll get it.
Really?
Yeah.
Three ginnies.
I haven't seen you
since battle of the bands.
Mike.
How you doing?
How 'bout you?
W-what are you doing?
Restoring old trucks
with my uncle.
Making bank on ebay.
Oh, yeah.
- Yeah.
Nice.
You good here? This is...
- yeah, I'm good.
All right.
What are we, elephants?
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