Dixie:
You're gonna kill him you fill his head full of this crap!
Eddie:
Such as what?
Dixie:
Such as "Don't study," "Everything comes easy," "Life's a big party."
Eddie:
Oh, well, sounds good to me.
Dixie:
Oh yeah? You got three daughters. Why don't you give them the benefit of your wisdom?
Eddie:
Because my wisdom is for a son. I got a closet full of baseball cards...
Dixie:
Don't break my heart!
Eddie:
Alright. How long's it now been - eight years Michael's dead?
Dixie:
You shut up!
Eddie:
No. You let me talk. Now enough is enough here. That boy needs a father. He needs a man in his life - somebody he can talk to, somebody who can teach him, somebody who can show him.
Dixie:
What? How to screw the chorus girls?
Eddie:
Yeah, why not if he wants to... yeah, why not! That's life! Hey, I wish somebody was there to teach me how to kiss 'em, how to talk to 'em - how to jack off!
Dixie:
What did you say?
Eddie:
That's right, lady! Who's gonna tell him it's alright - that his thing won't fall off - his mother? Why don't you put a dress on him and forget about it?
Dixie:
I would, but then you'd probably make a pass at him!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:16