Acting Good (2022) s02e10 Episode Script
A Man for All Shack-Up Seasons
1
Cousin Leon: It all started
with my dad's dresser.
Five drawers high, and
the top drawer was actually
two drawers,
and one on the left
had it all.
I rummaged through that drawer
every day, touching everything,
little pocket knives,
broken watch,
and a deck of playing cards
with sexy ladies on them.
I wanted to marry
the three of clubs so bad.
In many ways,
I'm still
chasing that top-left drawer.
It's ruined everything.
My name is Cousin Leon,
and I'm a rummager.
Uh
this is a book club meeting.
♪ Yes, I can love you, baby ♪
♪ All night long ♪
Roger: This is Laughingstick
in the Morning.
Shack up season
is on the horizon,
the fifth season on the rez.
And like desperate
squirrels gathering nuts,
people are rushing around,
trying to hook up ahead
of the long, cold winter.
Speaking of hook-ups,
Rose and Stephen Harper
are getting married soon,
and Paul will be the best man.
Will he ever find
someone to shack up with?
- Ronny: Fok!
- Roger: Who knows?
Pants is all fucked up!
♪ I can't believe ♪
♪ My fucking eyes ♪
♪ I wanna shack up with you
(Fuckin' love you) ♪
Stupid BMX,
the pants got caught in the
gears doing power slides.
Believe it or not, the same
thing used to happen to me.
Here.
You're Chief Jo's bro, huh?
Barely recognize
you in that tie.
- What the fuck is this shit?
- I can help.
Oh, have at 'er.
You like mac and cheese?
With cut up wieners?
Is there any other way?
Not that I know of.
I gotta go.
I've got business things to do.
Yeah, same. My buds are waiting.
Oh. Hey, I almost
forgot to give you your tape.
It's funny, eh? Tape,
how it can, uh, stick
two things together.
Like rez dogs?
Well, I'd invite you
over to my house, but, uh,
Dad's building it onto his.
Guess who's going
to have her own door?
(clicking tongue)
This chick right here.
You could come to my place.
I'd like that.
See you later.
Jo: So, what do you think
about your new high school?
I don't know, Ma.
This place is
a pile of hot trash.
You sure this is
gonna be ready in time?
It's got some good bones in it.
(thudding)
(crashing)
Chickadee: Yeah, broken bones.
It just needs
a bit of elbow grease.
It looks uneven.
Dean: Ah, chill, bro.
My father is
not a chill guy, Dean.
Look, I haven't told anybody
this before, Dean, but
well, this company has been
in my family since the 1600s.
My father is Sir William
Northstore IV,
a direct descendant of
Sir William Northstore,
who founded the company.
And, uh,
well, as you can imagine,
my family has
a difficult history.
Sir William I came to this
continent in search of riches.
Before long,
he built an empire on furs,
but he didn't share
any of that with your ancestors.
Dean: Oh, so you greased us.
Greg: Yeah, Dean.
He built posts all over, moving
your people out of the way
and getting richer
by the second.
Whoa, bro!
We have way more
in common than you think.
- How's that?
- We both think your dad sucks.
I swear, you want to get
anything done around here,
you got to do it yourself.
Cousin Leon:
Heard you could use a hand.
What are you still doing here,
you greasy dirtbag?
Never left.
So, you've just been lurking
around, like some kind of lurk?
Come on. Let me help.
It's my way to apologize.
You wanna help?
Grab a scrub brush.
Ma, you can't be serious.
You can start by washing
all the weenuks off the wall.
No problem.
Yeesh!
This one could
use some antibiotics.
Ronny: Ugh. Is this vegetables?
Uh, it's actually
called parsley.
French people do it.
Oh, hard pass.
But, uh, it's okay.
I bring my own
pepperettes anyway.
So, I was thinking, maybe later,
we could go for a walk.
Fok! Bit my fok'n tongue!
You okay?
Yeah, it's just
because I eat real fast.
(phone chiming)
As I was saying,
maybe later,
you and I can go for a walk.
Or maybe we can
play some cribbage.
Are you ignoring me right now?
No, it's just
my buddies want me to come by,
so we can
ghost-ride bikes later.
- Oh, yeah?
- You ever do that?
It's when
you run beside your bike,
and you take it up a hill
(whispering:)
you push it down,
and you watch it crash.
I mean, that sounds
cool, if that's
something you're into.
Nah, that's fine.
I'm going to stay here
and we're gonna play
"crimmage".
I'm going to make some juice.
Juice.
Seems a little crooked.
I checked it with a level.
No matter, I didn't
come here to look at signs.
I came here to talk to my son.
- Alone.
- Oh.
Yes, back to work.
Back to work, everybody.
Oh.
You there, worker.
Had a long journey,
fetch me a coffee.
Worker?
(chuckling)
You got the wrong bro, bro.
I just gave you a direct order.
Look, man.
I ain't no corporate sell-out,
button down, corn-fed,
buttoned--
Okay, Dean, hey.
Why don't you go cool off?
Okay, man.
I will cool off.
I trust you'll burn that
,as per North Store policy?
Yes, sir.
Oh. Those are our
number one seller.
Gregory, I'm afraid
you're being
taken advantage of here.
You've always
been such a pushover
I don't know about that,
Dad. I
Okay.
Have one on my tab, bro.
Roger (on radio:) Sorry, Hilda.
I've told you a million times,
I don't know
where to get a hitman.
What's your
fascination with hitmen?
Painted over every
weenuk in the school,
all 83 of them.
Hey, thanks, Leon.
Roger: This one's for all of you
working away at the school.
(twangy rock music
playing on radio)
I love this one!
Me too!
Turn it up!
(twangy rock music
playing on radio)
This is too much.
(twangy rock music
playing on radio)
♪
Ho'leh.
Nice dance moves.
(woman singing in
Indigenous language)
(woman singing in
Indigenous language)
(both laughing)
(woman singing in
Indigenous language)
This Leon's not too bad.
Told you, Cousin Leon's dead.
All right,
let's get back to work.
Hey, do you wanna
pass me that tape?
(woman singing in
Indigenous language)
(chuckling)
(woman singing in
Indigenous language)
(woman singing in
Indigenous language)
(woman singing in
Indigenous language)
(woman singing in
Indigenous language)
Do you just see the future?
Yeah. You?
Yeah.
(woman singing in
Indigenous language)
(woman singing in
Indigenous language)
(wind gusting)
She fuckin' greased me?
(knocking)
Hey, Paul.
I'm sorry I greased you.
Here, I, uh
brought you something.
Try one.
Pepperettes?
Go ahead, help yourself.
(chuckling)
How can I make it up to you?
You want to come
ghost-ride bikes with me?
No. I've got plans with my mom.
Oh, moms love me, bro.
Okay.
So, you want to come over?
Yeah, I want to meet your moms.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Oh, nut shot! Psych!
Ow!
This is so crazy, hey?
You, me.
It's not that crazy.
Well, I just mean, like,
I'm the chief
and you are Leon.
It's not that crazy.
You want some more ice cream?
Sure.
Why'd you do that?
Do what?
Take your purse.
It was just sitting out
and I thought
I want to freshen up
and my makeup's in there.
You thought
I was going to rummage.
No, no.
I know that you've changed.
Chickadee: Ma, you home? Ma
- Hide! Hide!
- why is the door locked?
You weren't at the school.
Still a shitload of work to do.
I was just on my way over there.
You're acting weird.
Let's go get some
snacks on the way.
You don't want any snacks?
Now, that's weird.
Let's go.
(sobbing)
Who wants spaghetti?
Oh, that's you crying.
Thought Nelson
lost his mom again.
I'm not crying.
There just must be onions
in these spaghetti cans.
This is about
your dad, isn't it?
He makes me feel so small.
You know what the cure
is for feeling small?
It's getting big.
And you know who
famously said that?
I can't
Me! And you know
what else I said?
I said, it's time for you
to get out from under
your dad's bullshit and quit.
Dean, I can't just quit.
If you're a descendant
of Sir William,
then you are bound by
a lifetime contract.
It's signed
right out of the womb.
The only way out
is through death.
Or firing, but I haven't figured
out how I could get fired. I
Greg, you've come
to the right guy.
You came to me.
(sniffing)
Oh, that smells great, Angus.
Agnes! It's Agnes.
Oh, well, thank you
for picking the parsleys
out of my soup, Agnes.
No problem, Ronny.
- So, you like bikes, Ronny?
- Mm-hmm. Mmm
You know, if you eat
too fast, you could
Fuck!
Oww! Every fuckin' time!
(groaning)
It's like watching
a crow eat roadkill.
Oh, hey, I almost forgot.
Yo, Angus, can you microwave
some of these
pocket rockets please?
But just for
a little bit, not too long.
Sure thing, Ronny.
Ronny: These babies
taste awesome warmed up.
Agnes: Heating them up!
You know I call
the pepperettes my babies,
'cause I'm never,
ever having kids.
(belching)
Leon, can we talk?
Oh, you brought your purse.
Aren't you worried
I might rummage?
Admit it, you've done
some shady shit in the past.
But cleaning all those
weenuks meant something.
Those weenuks
did mean something to me.
- You're full of moo.
- I am not.
I can fok'n smell it from here.
Okay, then!
Come to Rose's wedding with me.
Like a date?
Not really.
Come with me as a person who
just happens to be with me,
together at the same time
in the same place.
Shit's confusing.
Call it a pre-date.
Okay.
Ronny: Mmm.
Mmm
Mm-mm-mm-mmm.
Mm-mm-mm-mmm.
Mmm
Mm-mm-mm-mmm.
The fuck?
You ready bro?
Yeah!
All right,
it's getting fired time.
- Yeah!
- Yeah!
(screaming)
♪
(growling)
(screaming)
Dean: Whoo!
Come with me. Now!
Excuse us.
- Hey.
- Hi.
There's something
I want you to have.
What is it?
It's beautiful.
Just like you.
I love it.
It used to be my mom's.
She told me
to give it to someone
special someday.
Oh, that's so sweet.
No way!
They have those
little sliders I love.
You want one?
Uh, yeah, sure, okay.
Be right back.
My pin!
Someone stole my Bumblebee pin!
Ooh, if I had that hitman, none
of this would have happened!
I know what you're trying to do.
Well then, do it, then, fire me.
- Gregory, cut it out!
- I don't want this job,
I don't want this name, and I
don't want you in my life.
You know what I want?
I want you to take this contract
and shove it up
your posting hole.
And by that,
I think he means your asshole.
Greg: Dean
What exactly are you going to do
without my help and my money?
We're going to
open up our own store.
- We are?
- Yeah, man.
Yeah, man.
Then this makes
you my competitor,
and I don't play nice.
Oh, and Gregory, you're fired.
Dean: Yeah, dude!
(gasping)
My boy
what did Ronny do to you?
She hurt me.
Where?
In my heart.
(speaking Indigenous language)
That bad woman Ronny!
(sobbing)
Leon, what the fuck?
What? You don't like your pin?
(whispering:) You stole it.
I didn't steal anything.
You did.
Got you.
See you around,
my little three of clubs.
Attention, everyone. We are
gathered here today
to celebrate the union
of one Rose Sinclair
and Stephen Harper.
And also, to honour Ed.
It was his wish to save money
for his funeral by leeching
onto another ceremony.
So, we'll be doing
two things at the same time.
Let's begin.
(bridal march playing)
(exhaling sharply)
(bridal march playing)
♪
Do you Rose,
take this guy to be
your forever shack up,
to love him,
comfort him,
to be his rock and his roll,
through good times and bad,
for as long as you're
both kicking around?
I do.
Do you, Stephen Harper,
take this--
Yes, I do!
Paul
Ed was a moocher in life
(mournful organ playing)
and also a moocher in death.
Nobody really knew him, but
we're going to miss him dearly,
like all the things
that he "borrowed".
Now, before I declare
these two married,
does anyone object?
Speak now
or forever shut your trap.
Then, Rose and Stephen Harper,
I declare you--
I have an objection.
(guests gasping, chattering)
Stephen Harper,
you are a beautiful man.
You're perfect.
But that's the problem,
I don't need perfect.
Paul,
you and I are so different,
but, somehow, we fit.
You're the butter to my bannock.
You're-- you're the water
to my juice.
You're the cut-up wieners
to my mac and cheese.
Babe
we complete each other.
I love you!
I love you.
(Agnes chuckling)
Agnes: Oh!
Well Ed's still dead.
(mournful organ playing)
So, let's bow our heads
for a moment of silence.
Roger: To quote the great
warrior Chief Sitting Bull,
"That was one weird
fuckin' summer."
Dean and Greg
are opening a co-op.
Chickadee and the teens
are gonna stick
around for high school.
Who knows?
Paul could even get his diploma.
Speaking of Paul, guess he
and Rose are back together.
But for how long?
As we ponder
this great question,
here's Charlie Chochoet
and the Runner-Awayers
with "Gone For Good Again".
(country music playing)
♪ You look so lovely ♪
♪ Is this all a dream? ♪
♪ Gonna make a vow ♪
♪ To the Lord above ♪
♪ I promise you ♪
♪ I'll give you all my love ♪
♪ Girl, you're so ♪
Cousin Leon: It all started
with my dad's dresser.
Five drawers high, and
the top drawer was actually
two drawers,
and one on the left
had it all.
I rummaged through that drawer
every day, touching everything,
little pocket knives,
broken watch,
and a deck of playing cards
with sexy ladies on them.
I wanted to marry
the three of clubs so bad.
In many ways,
I'm still
chasing that top-left drawer.
It's ruined everything.
My name is Cousin Leon,
and I'm a rummager.
Uh
this is a book club meeting.
♪ Yes, I can love you, baby ♪
♪ All night long ♪
Roger: This is Laughingstick
in the Morning.
Shack up season
is on the horizon,
the fifth season on the rez.
And like desperate
squirrels gathering nuts,
people are rushing around,
trying to hook up ahead
of the long, cold winter.
Speaking of hook-ups,
Rose and Stephen Harper
are getting married soon,
and Paul will be the best man.
Will he ever find
someone to shack up with?
- Ronny: Fok!
- Roger: Who knows?
Pants is all fucked up!
♪ I can't believe ♪
♪ My fucking eyes ♪
♪ I wanna shack up with you
(Fuckin' love you) ♪
Stupid BMX,
the pants got caught in the
gears doing power slides.
Believe it or not, the same
thing used to happen to me.
Here.
You're Chief Jo's bro, huh?
Barely recognize
you in that tie.
- What the fuck is this shit?
- I can help.
Oh, have at 'er.
You like mac and cheese?
With cut up wieners?
Is there any other way?
Not that I know of.
I gotta go.
I've got business things to do.
Yeah, same. My buds are waiting.
Oh. Hey, I almost
forgot to give you your tape.
It's funny, eh? Tape,
how it can, uh, stick
two things together.
Like rez dogs?
Well, I'd invite you
over to my house, but, uh,
Dad's building it onto his.
Guess who's going
to have her own door?
(clicking tongue)
This chick right here.
You could come to my place.
I'd like that.
See you later.
Jo: So, what do you think
about your new high school?
I don't know, Ma.
This place is
a pile of hot trash.
You sure this is
gonna be ready in time?
It's got some good bones in it.
(thudding)
(crashing)
Chickadee: Yeah, broken bones.
It just needs
a bit of elbow grease.
It looks uneven.
Dean: Ah, chill, bro.
My father is
not a chill guy, Dean.
Look, I haven't told anybody
this before, Dean, but
well, this company has been
in my family since the 1600s.
My father is Sir William
Northstore IV,
a direct descendant of
Sir William Northstore,
who founded the company.
And, uh,
well, as you can imagine,
my family has
a difficult history.
Sir William I came to this
continent in search of riches.
Before long,
he built an empire on furs,
but he didn't share
any of that with your ancestors.
Dean: Oh, so you greased us.
Greg: Yeah, Dean.
He built posts all over, moving
your people out of the way
and getting richer
by the second.
Whoa, bro!
We have way more
in common than you think.
- How's that?
- We both think your dad sucks.
I swear, you want to get
anything done around here,
you got to do it yourself.
Cousin Leon:
Heard you could use a hand.
What are you still doing here,
you greasy dirtbag?
Never left.
So, you've just been lurking
around, like some kind of lurk?
Come on. Let me help.
It's my way to apologize.
You wanna help?
Grab a scrub brush.
Ma, you can't be serious.
You can start by washing
all the weenuks off the wall.
No problem.
Yeesh!
This one could
use some antibiotics.
Ronny: Ugh. Is this vegetables?
Uh, it's actually
called parsley.
French people do it.
Oh, hard pass.
But, uh, it's okay.
I bring my own
pepperettes anyway.
So, I was thinking, maybe later,
we could go for a walk.
Fok! Bit my fok'n tongue!
You okay?
Yeah, it's just
because I eat real fast.
(phone chiming)
As I was saying,
maybe later,
you and I can go for a walk.
Or maybe we can
play some cribbage.
Are you ignoring me right now?
No, it's just
my buddies want me to come by,
so we can
ghost-ride bikes later.
- Oh, yeah?
- You ever do that?
It's when
you run beside your bike,
and you take it up a hill
(whispering:)
you push it down,
and you watch it crash.
I mean, that sounds
cool, if that's
something you're into.
Nah, that's fine.
I'm going to stay here
and we're gonna play
"crimmage".
I'm going to make some juice.
Juice.
Seems a little crooked.
I checked it with a level.
No matter, I didn't
come here to look at signs.
I came here to talk to my son.
- Alone.
- Oh.
Yes, back to work.
Back to work, everybody.
Oh.
You there, worker.
Had a long journey,
fetch me a coffee.
Worker?
(chuckling)
You got the wrong bro, bro.
I just gave you a direct order.
Look, man.
I ain't no corporate sell-out,
button down, corn-fed,
buttoned--
Okay, Dean, hey.
Why don't you go cool off?
Okay, man.
I will cool off.
I trust you'll burn that
,as per North Store policy?
Yes, sir.
Oh. Those are our
number one seller.
Gregory, I'm afraid
you're being
taken advantage of here.
You've always
been such a pushover
I don't know about that,
Dad. I
Okay.
Have one on my tab, bro.
Roger (on radio:) Sorry, Hilda.
I've told you a million times,
I don't know
where to get a hitman.
What's your
fascination with hitmen?
Painted over every
weenuk in the school,
all 83 of them.
Hey, thanks, Leon.
Roger: This one's for all of you
working away at the school.
(twangy rock music
playing on radio)
I love this one!
Me too!
Turn it up!
(twangy rock music
playing on radio)
This is too much.
(twangy rock music
playing on radio)
♪
Ho'leh.
Nice dance moves.
(woman singing in
Indigenous language)
(woman singing in
Indigenous language)
(both laughing)
(woman singing in
Indigenous language)
This Leon's not too bad.
Told you, Cousin Leon's dead.
All right,
let's get back to work.
Hey, do you wanna
pass me that tape?
(woman singing in
Indigenous language)
(chuckling)
(woman singing in
Indigenous language)
(woman singing in
Indigenous language)
(woman singing in
Indigenous language)
(woman singing in
Indigenous language)
Do you just see the future?
Yeah. You?
Yeah.
(woman singing in
Indigenous language)
(woman singing in
Indigenous language)
(wind gusting)
She fuckin' greased me?
(knocking)
Hey, Paul.
I'm sorry I greased you.
Here, I, uh
brought you something.
Try one.
Pepperettes?
Go ahead, help yourself.
(chuckling)
How can I make it up to you?
You want to come
ghost-ride bikes with me?
No. I've got plans with my mom.
Oh, moms love me, bro.
Okay.
So, you want to come over?
Yeah, I want to meet your moms.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Oh, nut shot! Psych!
Ow!
This is so crazy, hey?
You, me.
It's not that crazy.
Well, I just mean, like,
I'm the chief
and you are Leon.
It's not that crazy.
You want some more ice cream?
Sure.
Why'd you do that?
Do what?
Take your purse.
It was just sitting out
and I thought
I want to freshen up
and my makeup's in there.
You thought
I was going to rummage.
No, no.
I know that you've changed.
Chickadee: Ma, you home? Ma
- Hide! Hide!
- why is the door locked?
You weren't at the school.
Still a shitload of work to do.
I was just on my way over there.
You're acting weird.
Let's go get some
snacks on the way.
You don't want any snacks?
Now, that's weird.
Let's go.
(sobbing)
Who wants spaghetti?
Oh, that's you crying.
Thought Nelson
lost his mom again.
I'm not crying.
There just must be onions
in these spaghetti cans.
This is about
your dad, isn't it?
He makes me feel so small.
You know what the cure
is for feeling small?
It's getting big.
And you know who
famously said that?
I can't
Me! And you know
what else I said?
I said, it's time for you
to get out from under
your dad's bullshit and quit.
Dean, I can't just quit.
If you're a descendant
of Sir William,
then you are bound by
a lifetime contract.
It's signed
right out of the womb.
The only way out
is through death.
Or firing, but I haven't figured
out how I could get fired. I
Greg, you've come
to the right guy.
You came to me.
(sniffing)
Oh, that smells great, Angus.
Agnes! It's Agnes.
Oh, well, thank you
for picking the parsleys
out of my soup, Agnes.
No problem, Ronny.
- So, you like bikes, Ronny?
- Mm-hmm. Mmm
You know, if you eat
too fast, you could
Fuck!
Oww! Every fuckin' time!
(groaning)
It's like watching
a crow eat roadkill.
Oh, hey, I almost forgot.
Yo, Angus, can you microwave
some of these
pocket rockets please?
But just for
a little bit, not too long.
Sure thing, Ronny.
Ronny: These babies
taste awesome warmed up.
Agnes: Heating them up!
You know I call
the pepperettes my babies,
'cause I'm never,
ever having kids.
(belching)
Leon, can we talk?
Oh, you brought your purse.
Aren't you worried
I might rummage?
Admit it, you've done
some shady shit in the past.
But cleaning all those
weenuks meant something.
Those weenuks
did mean something to me.
- You're full of moo.
- I am not.
I can fok'n smell it from here.
Okay, then!
Come to Rose's wedding with me.
Like a date?
Not really.
Come with me as a person who
just happens to be with me,
together at the same time
in the same place.
Shit's confusing.
Call it a pre-date.
Okay.
Ronny: Mmm.
Mmm
Mm-mm-mm-mmm.
Mm-mm-mm-mmm.
Mmm
Mm-mm-mm-mmm.
The fuck?
You ready bro?
Yeah!
All right,
it's getting fired time.
- Yeah!
- Yeah!
(screaming)
♪
(growling)
(screaming)
Dean: Whoo!
Come with me. Now!
Excuse us.
- Hey.
- Hi.
There's something
I want you to have.
What is it?
It's beautiful.
Just like you.
I love it.
It used to be my mom's.
She told me
to give it to someone
special someday.
Oh, that's so sweet.
No way!
They have those
little sliders I love.
You want one?
Uh, yeah, sure, okay.
Be right back.
My pin!
Someone stole my Bumblebee pin!
Ooh, if I had that hitman, none
of this would have happened!
I know what you're trying to do.
Well then, do it, then, fire me.
- Gregory, cut it out!
- I don't want this job,
I don't want this name, and I
don't want you in my life.
You know what I want?
I want you to take this contract
and shove it up
your posting hole.
And by that,
I think he means your asshole.
Greg: Dean
What exactly are you going to do
without my help and my money?
We're going to
open up our own store.
- We are?
- Yeah, man.
Yeah, man.
Then this makes
you my competitor,
and I don't play nice.
Oh, and Gregory, you're fired.
Dean: Yeah, dude!
(gasping)
My boy
what did Ronny do to you?
She hurt me.
Where?
In my heart.
(speaking Indigenous language)
That bad woman Ronny!
(sobbing)
Leon, what the fuck?
What? You don't like your pin?
(whispering:) You stole it.
I didn't steal anything.
You did.
Got you.
See you around,
my little three of clubs.
Attention, everyone. We are
gathered here today
to celebrate the union
of one Rose Sinclair
and Stephen Harper.
And also, to honour Ed.
It was his wish to save money
for his funeral by leeching
onto another ceremony.
So, we'll be doing
two things at the same time.
Let's begin.
(bridal march playing)
(exhaling sharply)
(bridal march playing)
♪
Do you Rose,
take this guy to be
your forever shack up,
to love him,
comfort him,
to be his rock and his roll,
through good times and bad,
for as long as you're
both kicking around?
I do.
Do you, Stephen Harper,
take this--
Yes, I do!
Paul
Ed was a moocher in life
(mournful organ playing)
and also a moocher in death.
Nobody really knew him, but
we're going to miss him dearly,
like all the things
that he "borrowed".
Now, before I declare
these two married,
does anyone object?
Speak now
or forever shut your trap.
Then, Rose and Stephen Harper,
I declare you--
I have an objection.
(guests gasping, chattering)
Stephen Harper,
you are a beautiful man.
You're perfect.
But that's the problem,
I don't need perfect.
Paul,
you and I are so different,
but, somehow, we fit.
You're the butter to my bannock.
You're-- you're the water
to my juice.
You're the cut-up wieners
to my mac and cheese.
Babe
we complete each other.
I love you!
I love you.
(Agnes chuckling)
Agnes: Oh!
Well Ed's still dead.
(mournful organ playing)
So, let's bow our heads
for a moment of silence.
Roger: To quote the great
warrior Chief Sitting Bull,
"That was one weird
fuckin' summer."
Dean and Greg
are opening a co-op.
Chickadee and the teens
are gonna stick
around for high school.
Who knows?
Paul could even get his diploma.
Speaking of Paul, guess he
and Rose are back together.
But for how long?
As we ponder
this great question,
here's Charlie Chochoet
and the Runner-Awayers
with "Gone For Good Again".
(country music playing)
♪ You look so lovely ♪
♪ Is this all a dream? ♪
♪ Gonna make a vow ♪
♪ To the Lord above ♪
♪ I promise you ♪
♪ I'll give you all my love ♪
♪ Girl, you're so ♪