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She's only old because she's lived a long time.

-it's really a barbaric ritual, Dad. -It's not barbaric! It's holy and solemn.

this afternoon on Mr. Ugh.

"Love, Robbie Sinclair."

I won't, Woodrow.

I'm throwing her. I married you so I could throw her.

she has to live in a cold, drafty hole in the wrong side

Not the Brain! , Not the Brain!

"Marriages, Births, Dismemberments, Large bites, Hurlings."

-Okay, I'm ready. -No, you're not, Grandma.

Only if it's fattening.

But tradition gives us one great equalizer...

-is there life after that? -For me, there is.

and today is, surprise, still a tree pusher.

-Yeah, get your foot off the brake. -Oh, shut up.

-Yep. -SID: Hey, Earl!

And this day shall be known as...

Everything's hungry.

You and I have had a lot of tough times, Earl.

(MOCKINGLY) Ethyl! (CHUCKLES).

could you make it that guys also get to hurl their mother-in-laws?

Now do you see why old dinosaurs go into the tar?

Ethyl! I'm throwing her.

ETHYL: Robert, stop this. It's dangerous out this early in the morning.

There she goes!

Change of schedule, Ethyl. We're taking off early.

And tell him to stop asking such aggressive questions.

those who knew me will lift a glass and say,

we could learn from her.

But, has anybody ever climbed back out of the tar pit,

Earl, it's supposed to be a solemn and holy day.

Maybe, it's better to keep them than throw them away.

-(DOORBELL RINGS) -FRAN: Earl, Mother's here.

Hey, hey, look at this. Roy, Roy, look. Hey, buddy, take a look at these beauties.

-(EARL CHUCKLES) -Earl, this is Mother's big day.

Today, I, your eldest elder, am...