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A little gut check time fellas. A time for some serious selfexploration. How do I function? For real? No more bullshit. Can I keep my cool when they bounce my bananas? When they won't play my fucking song? etc, etc. Do you get me? Do you get me?
Not really, no.
Not a problem. Understand not my words, but follow my orders. Follow my orders.
Oh that's just nothing. That's just a missing persons thing, that's all.
You said nobody would miss her.
No. I said nobody knew she was coming to the hotel.
This is going to stop right now. Right now!
You will not screw this up.
The need to know is clear. What did Adam tell Lois? That's the name of the game. What did Adam tell Lois? What does Lois know?
Ball park sausages.
You want some breakfast meat. Micheal. Is that what you want?
Franco Harris has a flare for the dramatic. The former Pittsburgh Steeler running back, beat known for "The Immaculate Reception," his improbable sixty yard Ricochet Reception. I say Ricochet Reception has made a bold move on corporate America. Harris has lead a group of investors in the purchase of the Park Sausage Company. By taking on the challenge of resurrecting Park's, Harris is engaged in the equivalent of a sudden death overtime.
Easy Micheal.
He must take an openfield run to profitability through excessive debt large competitors and dwindling market share. Before the clock runs out.
We're goosed.
We're not goosed.
We're goosed! Goosed by God!
Micheal get a grip. What did you tell her?
Stop it!
Goosed!
Stop.
Goosed!
Give me the Valium.
Okay Micheal, let's go. Upsy daisy big guy.
How about my Fatburger?
Come on tough guy. Listen to me. You are going to tell Lois that it was all an accident. Okay cowboy? You got me?
I love you.
You said that Boyd.
Well, I didn't mean it.
Tony? This is Keith Fisher. You're doing my wedding and I'm calling about the chair situation. Yeah, I'll hold.
Who's up for making some real money?
Not really. Yes, the Fisher wedding chairs...
Prison Communication Systems. An acquaintance friend of mine is professionally involved with a communications outfit in Denver that I just happen to know for a fact is about to be rewarded a very large, exclusive contract to rewire every state prison in Colorado. Yes sir.
No, I'm holding for Tony. In chairs. Keith Fisher. Okay.
That would translate to government guaranteed contract in excess of 35 million dollars.
We need padded chairs.
Or a stock kick of approximately 125% on shares which are currently sitting around $4.38, or, in plain English...
She's all your's Fish. Anything you want. Happy bachelor party.
I can't.
Oh, Jesus...call the police.
No.
She's dead. Call somebody!
Shut up.
Call 911.
Shut up.
Fuck! Fuck you fucking guys!
Well we can definitely call the police. That's an easy call. If we call the police...What happens? They find a dead prostitute in the bathroom...They ask us...What happened? We say, ah...our friend, Micheal... Your brother...got a little out of control...they were making love...and he got a little excited...and he, ah, sort of beat her head into the side of a toilet, while he choked her to death with a rubber hose...
Oh for Christsake Boyd. Somebody must know she's here.
Nobody knows.
Oh God. This is insane.
What's insane is the fact that Micheal here put a fucking girl's head through a toilet. That's insane.
Nobody knows she's here.
Good God...Good God...
All right people. New plan. Not even a new plan so much as a modification of the old plan.
I'm calling the police.
So help me God you touch that phone and I bury you with them. Surrender is no longer an option. I repeat It is not an option. Is there anyone who does not understand that?
That is a load of shit. Personal power has nothing to do with any of this. Tony Robbins has helped me to unlock energy and see my options more clearly, yes, but to give him credit for this, for all of this...Well that's just more than the man deserves.
I think we should say some words over the grave.
What kind of words?
I'm talking about prayer.
Go ahead.
Micheal, now is probably not the best time for this.
No, this is the perfect time. This is real time. Adam. Your brother and I, as well as several others present, have always suspected that you... ...are a fully repressed, living in major denial, locked down, flyboy buttfucker.
It goes; "Today is the first day of the rest of our lives."
However it goes, the point is, nobody says anything to anyone ever. Right? ...Right?
Fisher had a less than normal relationship with that Donkey.
You always were a jealous man.
The problem was our quarterback had trouble remembering his right from left...
No, the problem, as I recall, was the lack of blocking...
OK. Definitely not cool! Definitely inappropriate behavior here.
Shut up Boyd.
Negative. This is not what we have worked out in terms of presented behavior.
He's having a problem here.
Easy Boyd.
No easy Boyd! I got a best friend in there in pieces. How about a little sensitivity?
He's cracked up.
He is not cracking up.
Boyd...What have we done?
What did you ask me?
What?
What is the question you asked me?
I said, what have we done?
Yes, you did. Now that is the question! That is exactly the question we should be asking ourselves. You tell me Fisher. What have we done?
I don't know! I just want to get married.
Say it again.
What?
What you just said. Say it again.
I just want to get married.
Exactly! Exactly my point.
What's your point?
You want to know what you are doing here?! You are love pumping. You are protecting all that is sacred and beautiful and in sync with poetry and sunsets and little newborn babies. You are walking the walk. This is it Fisher, the real stuff. You love this woman. Love is second to nothing. I love you. I love Moore. I love Micheal. This car is full of love, and nothing absolutely nothing supersedes love, man. Nothing. We will do what it takes. Whatever it takes.
Regarding what?
Does she sound pissed, scared, hostile? Did she mention the police?
No, but she's definitely pissed and hostile. And she's clearly starting to think that's something's not right.
Jesus Boyd you're going to O.D. him.
Suck my ass.
After you drop the kids off, take Micheal home. Put a few drinks in him so he'll sleep.
I don't think that's such a good idea.
Just do it.
What are you going to do?

A little gut check time fellas. A time for some serious selfexploration. How do I function? For real? No more bullshit. Can I keep my cool when they bounce my bananas? When they won't play my fucking song? etc, etc. Do you get me? Do you get me?

Not really, no.

Not a problem. Understand not my words, but follow my orders. Follow my orders.

Oh that's just nothing. That's just a missing persons thing, that's all.

You said nobody would miss her.

No. I said nobody knew she was coming to the hotel.

This is going to stop right now. Right now!

You will not screw this up.

The need to know is clear. What did Adam tell Lois? That's the name of the game. What did Adam tell Lois? What does Lois know?

Ball park sausages.

You want some breakfast meat. Micheal. Is that what you want?

Franco Harris has a flare for the dramatic. The former Pittsburgh Steeler running back, beat known for "The Immaculate Reception," his improbable sixty yard Ricochet Reception. I say Ricochet Reception has made a bold move on corporate America. Harris has lead a group of investors in the purchase of the Park Sausage Company. By taking on the challenge of resurrecting Park's, Harris is engaged in the equivalent of a sudden death overtime.

Easy Micheal.

He must take an openfield run to profitability through excessive debt large competitors and dwindling market share. Before the clock runs out.

We're goosed.

We're not goosed.

We're goosed! Goosed by God!

Micheal get a grip. What did you tell her?

Stop it!

Goosed!

Stop.

Goosed!

Give me the Valium.

Okay Micheal, let's go. Upsy daisy big guy.

How about my Fatburger?

Come on tough guy. Listen to me. You are going to tell Lois that it was all an accident. Okay cowboy? You got me?

I love you.

You said that Boyd.

Well, I didn't mean it.

Tony? This is Keith Fisher. You're doing my wedding and I'm calling about the chair situation. Yeah, I'll hold.

Who's up for making some real money?

Not really. Yes, the Fisher wedding chairs...

Prison Communication Systems. An acquaintance friend of mine is professionally involved with a communications outfit in Denver that I just happen to know for a fact is about to be rewarded a very large, exclusive contract to rewire every state prison in Colorado. Yes sir.

No, I'm holding for Tony. In chairs. Keith Fisher. Okay.

That would translate to government guaranteed contract in excess of 35 million dollars.

We need padded chairs.

Or a stock kick of approximately 125% on shares which are currently sitting around $4.38, or, in plain English...

She's all your's Fish. Anything you want. Happy bachelor party.

I can't.

Oh, Jesus...call the police.

No.

She's dead. Call somebody!

Shut up.

Call 911.

Shut up.

Fuck! Fuck you fucking guys!

Well we can definitely call the police. That's an easy call. If we call the police...What happens? They find a dead prostitute in the bathroom...They ask us...What happened? We say, ah...our friend, Micheal... Your brother...got a little out of control...they were making love...and he got a little excited...and he, ah, sort of beat her head into the side of a toilet, while he choked her to death with a rubber hose...

Oh for Christsake Boyd. Somebody must know she's here.

Nobody knows.

Oh God. This is insane.

What's insane is the fact that Micheal here put a fucking girl's head through a toilet. That's insane.

Nobody knows she's here.

Good God...Good God...

All right people. New plan. Not even a new plan so much as a modification of the old plan.

I'm calling the police.

So help me God you touch that phone and I bury you with them. Surrender is no longer an option. I repeat It is not an option. Is there anyone who does not understand that?

That is a load of shit. Personal power has nothing to do with any of this. Tony Robbins has helped me to unlock energy and see my options more clearly, yes, but to give him credit for this, for all of this...Well that's just more than the man deserves.

I think we should say some words over the grave.

What kind of words?

I'm talking about prayer.

Go ahead.

Micheal, now is probably not the best time for this.

No, this is the perfect time. This is real time. Adam. Your brother and I, as well as several others present, have always suspected that you... ...are a fully repressed, living in major denial, locked down, flyboy buttfucker.

It goes; "Today is the first day of the rest of our lives."

However it goes, the point is, nobody says anything to anyone ever. Right? ...Right?

Fisher had a less than normal relationship with that Donkey.

You always were a jealous man.

The problem was our quarterback had trouble remembering his right from left...

No, the problem, as I recall, was the lack of blocking...

OK. Definitely not cool! Definitely inappropriate behavior here.

Shut up Boyd.

Negative. This is not what we have worked out in terms of presented behavior.

He's having a problem here.

Easy Boyd.

No easy Boyd! I got a best friend in there in pieces. How about a little sensitivity?

He's cracked up.

He is not cracking up.

Boyd...What have we done?

What did you ask me?

What?

What is the question you asked me?

I said, what have we done?

Yes, you did. Now that is the question! That is exactly the question we should be asking ourselves. You tell me Fisher. What have we done?

I don't know! I just want to get married.

Say it again.

What?

What you just said. Say it again.

I just want to get married.

Exactly! Exactly my point.

What's your point?

You want to know what you are doing here?! You are love pumping. You are protecting all that is sacred and beautiful and in sync with poetry and sunsets and little newborn babies. You are walking the walk. This is it Fisher, the real stuff. You love this woman. Love is second to nothing. I love you. I love Moore. I love Micheal. This car is full of love, and nothing absolutely nothing supersedes love, man. Nothing. We will do what it takes. Whatever it takes.

Regarding what?

Does she sound pissed, scared, hostile? Did she mention the police?

No, but she's definitely pissed and hostile. And she's clearly starting to think that's something's not right.

Jesus Boyd you're going to O.D. him.

Suck my ass.

After you drop the kids off, take Micheal home. Put a few drinks in him so he'll sleep.

I don't think that's such a good idea.

Just do it.

What are you going to do?