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Yeah, well, it's a nasty problem.
Have another drink.
Dad used to bring home these sparklers to me and Adam. Out back we'd light 'em up. The three of us. We'd hold 'em up to the sky and watch the explosions of light. Sparks. And dad would be all... "Get ready"..."watch for it"..."here it comes," here comes the "wahoo".
The wahoo?
The sparkler would burn hot, then hotter, then even hotter...and there would be one moment of pure burn when that little fucker would cook just perfect. Perfect. It would only last a second, but that second was it. It was it. That's what dad had us looking for...You get me?
The wahoo moment?
That's my point! You see Man...burning at his absolute. To see all the forces just come together, just right, you know, just in perfect harmony. That's what I'm driving at. You get me?
I think so.
I've been looking for that flash and I look and I look and I can't find it. And what if I already had it? You know. My moment? What if it's gone? And I never saw it? You're getting married, man. That's a fucking beautiful thing. Just a beautiful thing. I just can't stop breaking beautiful things.
I appreciate it. I do, but...Maybe you ought to just ease up om yourself a bit.
No. No. No. This is my doing. You see I'm gonna have my wahoo spark for my own. For Lois and the kids, for my brother, for Franco. I'm gonna turn myself in. I am all that. I'm gonna do it for sweet Lois.
If I was to think...If I were to think... No I mean I have thinked it over...I have. And without putting a lot of pressure on you I just...Well I just...
What is it?
Well if you do think about names... Micheal's a pretty good one...It's done me all right.
I wanted to just take this final opportunity to visit with you. You know, just to be with you, father and son, before you run off and do your own husband, daddy thing. I'm just so Goddamn proud of you...God knows I didn't always play it right with you...
You did all right dad.
I could have done it better. I'm a fucking ballbuster I am.
You never walked away dad. You could have walked away.
I'm just so scared of that song. That fucking, "My son just arrived the other day...he says thanks for the ball, come on let's play. I got lots of bills come again next day. He's grown up just like me...My boy is just like me." Gordon fucking Lightfoot, Cat Stevens, whoever, that song just fucking kills me.
Harry Chaplin. "Cats in the Cradle."
Just kills me...
I love you dad.
I love you so much it hurts. Me and your mother marvel at what you have become. You're going to have a wonderful journey with this girl. I feel it deep inside. A wonderful, magical journey. And I'm, like I said, just so proud of how you turned out. You go out and knock 'em dead Keith. Knock'em dead!
Everything okay?
Yeah, Dad. It's great.
Well, I'm in the middle of my Goddamn toast here.
OK, OK. You guys just go back in. Dad, keep going with the toast, we'll be right in. Go on.
This is ridiculous.
Government cutbacks.
Why can't we do it through the mail?
We missed the deadline.
Can't we do it on the phone?
I don't think so.
Why is this Kid staring at me?
I'm not sure.
Did you send in all of the deposit checks?
I think so.
What do you mean, you think so?
I sent a lot of checks, I'm not sure what all of them are.
The wedding cake check?
Sent it.
Photographer?
Sent it.
Florist?
Yup.
Caterer?
Yes.
Hotel for my parents, the tent, the band, the Judge...
I think I forgot the tent.
You forgot the tent?
I think so.
Why?
Why what?
Why did you forget the tent check?
I didn't mean to Liz. I'm sorry.
You can't play around with these tent people.
I'm not playing around. I forgot.
What else have you forgot?
How could I know what else I forgot?
I'm working my ass off here. I've taken care of absolutely everything Keith.
Because you wanted to. You wanted this to be your wedding not your parent's.
Don't you dare.
What?
Don't you put this on me. Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, don't...
Stop it. I'm sorry.
You know how important this is to my mother. You know that.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I forgot the tent. I don't think I forgot anything else.
I bet you didn't forget the bachelor party checks.
Are we going to do this again?
I'm just saying I bet those checks all found the mailboxes.
I wouldn't know.
It amazes me how organized you and your little fun bunch can be when it comes time to mobilize to Vegas.
They organized this, not me. I have nothing to do with it.
Well it's bad timing.
How do you figure?
Right before the wedding?
It's a bachelor party. You sort of have to do it before the wedding.
I suppose Boyd is the creative force behind all this.
He is.
He's a moron.
He's my friend. He's not a moron.
David Boyd is a big sack of hot gas.
Why do you feel the need to explore this side of your personality?
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about the kind of people you hang out with...about growing up, assuming responsibility of yourself.
I asked you to marry me. I'm ready for marriage. That's responsibility. That's growth.
I just think that at some point you're going to have to reevaluate some of your friendships...
Who else?
Charles Moore for instants.
You don't like Moore? Since when?
It's not that I don't like him. But the wedding has really got me thinking and... I just keep myself opening up. Crowning. And I want you keeping up with me here.
What does Moore have to do with your growing?
I just don't see him in the big picture.
I've known him since Cub Scouts.
He's weird.
He's quiet.
He's weird.
He just doesn't talk a lot.
Why? What's his problem?
He's a great chef.

Yeah, well, it's a nasty problem.

Have another drink.

Dad used to bring home these sparklers to me and Adam. Out back we'd light 'em up. The three of us. We'd hold 'em up to the sky and watch the explosions of light. Sparks. And dad would be all... "Get ready"..."watch for it"..."here it comes," here comes the "wahoo".

The wahoo?

The sparkler would burn hot, then hotter, then even hotter...and there would be one moment of pure burn when that little fucker would cook just perfect. Perfect. It would only last a second, but that second was it. It was it. That's what dad had us looking for...You get me?

The wahoo moment?

That's my point! You see Man...burning at his absolute. To see all the forces just come together, just right, you know, just in perfect harmony. That's what I'm driving at. You get me?

I think so.

I've been looking for that flash and I look and I look and I can't find it. And what if I already had it? You know. My moment? What if it's gone? And I never saw it? You're getting married, man. That's a fucking beautiful thing. Just a beautiful thing. I just can't stop breaking beautiful things.

I appreciate it. I do, but...Maybe you ought to just ease up om yourself a bit.

No. No. No. This is my doing. You see I'm gonna have my wahoo spark for my own. For Lois and the kids, for my brother, for Franco. I'm gonna turn myself in. I am all that. I'm gonna do it for sweet Lois.

If I was to think...If I were to think... No I mean I have thinked it over...I have. And without putting a lot of pressure on you I just...Well I just...

What is it?

Well if you do think about names... Micheal's a pretty good one...It's done me all right.

I wanted to just take this final opportunity to visit with you. You know, just to be with you, father and son, before you run off and do your own husband, daddy thing. I'm just so Goddamn proud of you...God knows I didn't always play it right with you...

You did all right dad.

I could have done it better. I'm a fucking ballbuster I am.

You never walked away dad. You could have walked away.

I'm just so scared of that song. That fucking, "My son just arrived the other day...he says thanks for the ball, come on let's play. I got lots of bills come again next day. He's grown up just like me...My boy is just like me." Gordon fucking Lightfoot, Cat Stevens, whoever, that song just fucking kills me.

Harry Chaplin. "Cats in the Cradle."

Just kills me...

I love you dad.

I love you so much it hurts. Me and your mother marvel at what you have become. You're going to have a wonderful journey with this girl. I feel it deep inside. A wonderful, magical journey. And I'm, like I said, just so proud of how you turned out. You go out and knock 'em dead Keith. Knock'em dead!

Everything okay?

Yeah, Dad. It's great.

Well, I'm in the middle of my Goddamn toast here.

OK, OK. You guys just go back in. Dad, keep going with the toast, we'll be right in. Go on.

This is ridiculous.

Government cutbacks.

Why can't we do it through the mail?

We missed the deadline.

Can't we do it on the phone?

I don't think so.

Why is this Kid staring at me?

I'm not sure.

Did you send in all of the deposit checks?

I think so.

What do you mean, you think so?

I sent a lot of checks, I'm not sure what all of them are.

The wedding cake check?

Sent it.

Photographer?

Sent it.

Florist?

Yup.

Caterer?

Yes.

Hotel for my parents, the tent, the band, the Judge...

I think I forgot the tent.

You forgot the tent?

I think so.

Why?

Why what?

Why did you forget the tent check?

I didn't mean to Liz. I'm sorry.

You can't play around with these tent people.

I'm not playing around. I forgot.

What else have you forgot?

How could I know what else I forgot?

I'm working my ass off here. I've taken care of absolutely everything Keith.

Because you wanted to. You wanted this to be your wedding not your parent's.

Don't you dare.

What?

Don't you put this on me. Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, don't...

Stop it. I'm sorry.

You know how important this is to my mother. You know that.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I forgot the tent. I don't think I forgot anything else.

I bet you didn't forget the bachelor party checks.

Are we going to do this again?

I'm just saying I bet those checks all found the mailboxes.

I wouldn't know.

It amazes me how organized you and your little fun bunch can be when it comes time to mobilize to Vegas.

They organized this, not me. I have nothing to do with it.

Well it's bad timing.

How do you figure?

Right before the wedding?

It's a bachelor party. You sort of have to do it before the wedding.

I suppose Boyd is the creative force behind all this.

He is.

He's a moron.

He's my friend. He's not a moron.

David Boyd is a big sack of hot gas.

Why do you feel the need to explore this side of your personality?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the kind of people you hang out with...about growing up, assuming responsibility of yourself.

I asked you to marry me. I'm ready for marriage. That's responsibility. That's growth.

I just think that at some point you're going to have to reevaluate some of your friendships...

Who else?

Charles Moore for instants.

You don't like Moore? Since when?

It's not that I don't like him. But the wedding has really got me thinking and... I just keep myself opening up. Crowning. And I want you keeping up with me here.

What does Moore have to do with your growing?

I just don't see him in the big picture.

I've known him since Cub Scouts.

He's weird.

He's quiet.

He's weird.

He just doesn't talk a lot.

Why? What's his problem?

He's a great chef.