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Hmong girls over here fit in better.
-Mm-hm. -Let alone clean.
You got that right.
Hey, Father J.
I told you I'm not going to confession.
Your wife and I became quite close these last few months.
-Kids are getting restless. -Yeah, fine. Just go.
So why don't you call me this weekend?
And you?
Stuff I'll remember till the day I die.
-Thanks, Mr. Kennedy. -It's Tim. And what's your name again?
-I really appreciate all this. -Forget it.
Don't lay down, either. Just look them straight in the eye.
That old hag hates my ass.
Goddamn kids have more sense than we do.
Well, we thought that it would make things easier.
Are you going to retaliate for what happened to Sue?
Happy Birthday, Tim!!!! Have a great day!!! Love ya!
Yeah, my little cousin being a little man.
Well, okay, put them over there.
Bring that little tight ass over here. Come here, girl. Don't be shy.
It's a Vietnam thing. We fought on your side.
Yeah. Well, every tool in here has a purpose.
Ashley, why don't you go help Grandpa Walt with the chairs?
Come on. -We're coz, right? We're family.
Ever notice how you come across somebody once in a while...
What's up, Thao?
Can't even tone it down for Mom's funeral.
One thing about the Hmong, they keep their mouths shut.
...admitted their guilt, and left their burdens behind them.
Mr. Kowalski?
Well, he knows construction, and he's a smart kid.
-Tell me what you want. -Do you have jumper cables?
That's the way it might be tonight.
You could bitch about your boss making you work overtime when it's bowling night.
Men at war who were ordered to do appalling things...
...and I took old Aunt Mary to the doctor's to get her prescription fixed up.
And have some respect, zipperhead. We're in mourning here.
Happy Birthday You ole Italian prick
You don't just come in and insult the man in his shop.
Look, I'm stuck here...
-That pussy motherfucker couldn't come? -Don't worry about Thao.
Don't get your hands dirty, man.
Come on. Come on.
-Just under 3200. -Goddamn thieves. It ain't right.
And when the Americans quit, the Communists started killing all the Hmong.
Don't you think he's gonna get in trouble, all by himself in the old neighborhood?
-Thinking. -Thinking? Thinking time is over.
You want me to count the birds?
-You sure? -Yeah.
Yeah, I assumed that, but what were they doing here?
Well, I just fixed that dryer there, I fixed my wife's friend's sink...
-We've got the strap. Let's get the fuck out of here.
What was your initiation supposed to be?
Whoa. I've never seen you like this before.
Well, why don't you have him move in with you?
-Even at Mom's funeral, he can't let it go. -He didn't say anything.
Oh, I've got one.
Why? Because we all knew the dangers that night, but we went anyway.
...please excuse the language in Mr. Kowalski's will.
Hey, did you hear him? Step back.
Why don't you get your ass up out of here before I kick your old, wrinkly, white ass?
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
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But you, you know, you're letting Click Clack, Ding Dong, and Charlie Chan...
Its Friday and.
Perfect.
What do you know, Mr. Kowalski?
Did you hear me? I said, get off my lawn now.
-Busy day. Gotta go. -Go in peace.