The Real McCoy Page #6

- My mom's dead.

- No, she's not.

What's wrong with you two?

She's your mom.

You're her son.

You love each other.

We're rich.

Now let's go to Rio.

- Patrick.

- You were my mom?

Yes.

My mom?

Yes, I am your mom.

Airplane, tickets.

Airplane, boarding.

Airplane.

Gotta get

on the airplane now.

- He doesn't have a passport.

- Yes, I do.

- Biff Baxter.

- Where'd you get it?

J.T. Got it for me.

I always wanted to be called Biff.

- Oh, thank you.

- Sure.

Patrick, can I, uh, sit with your mama

for a minute?

Nothing ever in my whole life's

ever turned out right.

And here I am,

sitting in first class,

with a glass of champagne, a big bag

of money and the most beautiful woman...

in the whole world.

W-What's the matter?

Excuse me, miss.

What's going on?

- I'm not sure.

Karen.

- It's over.

- Listen, l...

It's an organ transplant,

ma'am.

We'll be away

in a few minutes.

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