♪ Try to remember ♪
♪ The kind of September ♪
♪ When life was slow ♪
♪ And oh, so mellow ♪
♪ Try to remember ♪
♪ The kind of September ♪
♪ When grass was green ♪
♪ And grain was yellow ♪
♪ Try to remember ♪
♪ The kind of September ♪
♪ When you were a tender ♪
♪ And callow fellow ♪
♪ Try to remember ♪
♪ And if you remember ♪
♪ And follow ♪
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You are now in the presence of God, creator of the universe, Father of mercy,
and final judge of the destination for your eternal soul. Dazzle me!
I did sweaty, filthy things to a sad, old man.
I stole a tombstone from the cemetery and blamed it on my brother.
I put goofballs in my mom's coffee so I could have a kegger.
You know what? You know what? Nana got me a goldfish, and I ate it.
I'm harboring resentful thoughts about my husband.
Marie is mad at me because I took some innocent crotch-level pictures
of our neighbor.
I crashed a school bus into a telephone pole
and blamed it on my son.
I received the sacrament of oral sex,
but I passed out before I could reciprocate.
And then I found the goldfish in the toilet later.
But it wasn't gold, and it wasn't swimming.
I knew Chet was being poisoned, but I didn't say anything.
I held back five dollars from my pimp that wasn't mine to keep.
I'm a watcher, not a doer!
Daddy loves me so much.
My son is really my nephew, and my dead sister was a whore!
There ain't no toilet paper in this here talking bathroom.
Okay, it's six o'clock. Bye-bye, now.
Ah, at least you get to die at the end of your shift.
Anybody in here?
Sir, I'm afraid confession time is over for this week.
Oh, come on, pick up. I got to talk to you.
It's me, Frank Murphy.
I walked in on you sitting on the shitter at the couples' retreat.
I remember. You know, this is supposed to be anonymous.
Come on, Father, I'm at the end of my rope here. You got to hear me out.
You know, Frank, I'd be more inclined to bend the rules
if you ever came to Mass.
Okay, I'm sorry about my lack of attendance,
but coming to Mass blows my whole Sunday right out of the water.
I got to get up early, shave, pile the family in the car.
Then once I get here, I'm kneeling, I'm standing, I'm kneeling, I'm sitting,
shaking hands with people I don't care about.
And even then it's not over because I have to take the whole family out for waffles!
Everybody gets waffles! And there's another line.
We can make waffles at home,
but no, we have to go out where the whole town's getting waffles!
I got my wife a waffle iron for our anniversary.
She said, "What's this for?" I said, "So I can have my Sundays back!"
So, yeah, I don't go to church, okay?
Because I figure I'm not gonna make it to heaven anyways.
None of my dreams have come true in this world.
Why should the afterlife be any different?
But I've had a really bad run lately.
Today was my worst day in months.
My wife and kids think I'm crazy, and I don't know what to do with myself.
So you are gonna sit there, listen to what I have to say,
clean it up a little bit, break the news to him,
and tell him to get off his fat cloud and give this guy a win!
Sir, I'm sorry, but we can hear you out here.
And God can see you interrupting me, so go fuck yourself!
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I... just told a nun to go fuck herself.
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Ah!
♪ Come and get your love Come and get your love ♪
♪ Come and get your love now ♪
I'm sorry I swore at you, Sister. I thought you were a normal person.
You're a fat man full of sin.
Now, now, now, Sister Layla.
This man is in pain, and I am going to hear his confession.
But come back in five minutes and tell me there's an emergency.
Uh, uh... the boiler exploded,
uh... the diaper boy is bathing in the holy water, something believable.
Go ahead, Frank. Tell me what's got you in such a state.
Right, well, it's my father.
He's been out of my life for years. No contact.
And then he just comes waltzing back in like Fred Astaire.
Well, it may comfort you to know that you're not alone.
I had a difficult stepfather.
Did he make you wear a grass skirt because you cried when Pearl Harbor happened?
Oh, no. My... my goodness. A grass skirt?
And coconut tits.
Oh, jeepers. Okay, go on.
Tell me about him.
Okay.
When I was a kid, my dad was the most popular guy in Rustvale.
"Big Bill Murphy" they called him.
And he was like a king in his hardware store on Main Street.
So Dick Sawitzki says to me, "Big Bill," he says, "You've got the gift of gab.
You could sell a camel a suitcase full of sand."
My dad can do anything.
Look at this little acorn that fell off my tree.
That was my old man to the public.
Home was a whole different kettle of fish.
My mom, my sister, and me, we got to see who he really was.
So then Jack O'Connor says to me,
"Big Bill, you could sell snowballs to an Eskimo."
Why would you sell snowballs to an Eskimo?
You wouldn't.
Then why would Jack say that? Doesn't he know how cold it is up there?
For the love of God, Nora, he's just trying to say that I'm a good salesman.
Eskimos don't even buy anything. They have a barter economy.
Christ! Would it kill you to give me an "attaboy"?
Attaboy.
That wasn't so hard, was it?
Something would always set him off.
Could've been a bad day at work,
could've been the sound of an innocent child's laugh,
but it was gonna be something.
Binghamton, I thought you took my car to the shop.
It's still not working right.
The car is fine, boss. The problem is the nut behind the wheel!
It's funny because he doesn't know his place.
Dad, last week he...
Jesus Christ, Francis!
What the hell is wrong with you, you goddamn dope?
Oh, the radio made me laugh. It was funny.
Well, here's something hilarious.
Mom!
You gonna cry for your mommy, you spoiled brat?
Clean this mess up before I drop you down that fucking well.
- We don't have a well. - It's an expression!
Christ, you're just like your mother!
That's why I changed it to "put you through a wall,"
'cause there's always a wall.
That was my "fuck you" to my old man.
Oh, okay.
He'd just sit there and smoke that goddamn pipe.
To this day, I hate anybody with a pipe.
Fucking Popeye.
Things started to go bad for the old man in '52.
He invested all his savings in crutches and iron lungs
during the big polio boom just when it went bust.
Polio is now poli-no.
Thanks to Dr. Jonas Salk and his miracle vaccine,
millions of children will never know the horrors of the iron lung.
Goddamn it!
As he hit rock bottom, he got even meaner.
Turn that shit off!
But like those newly vaccinated kids,
now I was able to stand up for myself.
I said I don't want to hear any more of your goddamn noise!
It's not noise, it's music! The Sweatermen are great artists!
Rudy Vallée is an artist!
I can't wait until I'm old enough to move out of here!
And then you'll fly away in your magic airplane, right, Tinker Bell?
Instead of staying here and helping your father save his business.
Why would I? I hate you!
- And I'm glad polio got cured! - You take that back!
Ow! Ow!
Ow!
Stop that! What kind of a man takes his failures out on his son?
Every man in America!
Get away from him!
When he lost my mother's respect, that was the beginning of the end.
He beat you with a crutch?
Yeah, he had 80 gross of them lying around.
I'll never forget the last thing he said to me.
Reserves.
That was it. He was gone for good.
My mother lives with my sister now in California.
California. Fucking Smothers Brothers. Your mom hates both of you!
Frank, could we get to the "waltzing back in" part?
Okay. So I haven't heard word one from this guy in 18 years, right?
And then there he is, sitting in front of my house in a taxicab.
Well, I guess the comet landed.
No!
We have two grandfathers?
Cool!
No. Not cool. That man is the devil!
You said Walter Cronkite was the devil.
No, I said he's a fucking traitor
who should grow his hair and die in the mud at Woodstock!
That son of a bitch is not setting a foot in this house!
Now, Frank, he is your father.
Maybe he's come back to see you for a good reason,
and we can't just let him sit out there and yit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit!
Dit-dit-dit-dit-dit!
Sue said, "Yit-dit-dit-dit-dit"?
No, that's just what she sounds like when she's trying to make a point.
She said I needed to face him. So I did.
All right, I'll do it.
Think positive, Frank. Maybe he's dying.
Fucking son of a bitch.
Why does he hate his father?
I don't know. He saw Dad in a play or something.
I'd love that.
So here you are. Just like that.
Well, come on out, you big bully. I'm not afraid of you, tough guy.
Come on, face your son... Dad.
Good to see you, son.
What?
No, it's been too long. Thanks for welcoming me.
Did you have a stroke?
- Mr. Murphy, I'm... - No! No, no, no.
No Mr. Murphy. "Mr. Murphy" was my father.
That rotten apple's been feeding the worms
since Frank here was knee-high to a sailor,
which he was several times during the war years.
It's how we paid for the coal.
No, I'm just kidding. Frank never blew a sailor.
You must be the lovely Susan.
And aren't you just as radiant as the summer sun?
Frank, he's charming.
He just said I spent my childhood blowing sailors.
He said you didn't!
- Hi, I'm Bill! - I'm Maureen!
Frank, I'm honored. You named your son "Bill" after me.
Don't get excited. It was Sue's turn to pick.
Hey, Grandpa, I'm Kevin Murphy.
Look at you. A dead ringer for your father.
Aw, shit.
Kevin, have a giant typewriter key.
It's a "Q" for "cool"!
A giant typewriter key?
He got a big job as a regional salesman
for Dustbowl Typewriter Ribbon and Adding Machine Tape.
They sent him here to scope out the territory.
The bastard bounced all the way back!
Why don't you come inside? I'm sure it was a long trip from Tulsa.
Oh, it was an ordeal. They lost my bag. My meal tasted like an ashtray.
No matter what you do, kids, never fly Mohican.
It's run by circus pinheads.
Ugh. He acted nice, like a Nazi living in Brazil.
And he kept it up!
Helping me build the baby's room.
Doing the dishes.
Remembering Bill's birthday.
Telling Kevin he has a future.
All aboard the Grandpa Express!
Chug-a-chug-a-chug-a-chug-a.
Toot-toot!
Now passing Sourpuss Junction! Population: one grumpster!
Even the neighbors fell for his bullshit!
Okay, Big Bill will have these T-bones out for you in no time.
T-bones.
And I know how you take them, Babe, well-done!
And, Goomer, extra rare.
I like it cold on the inside.
Your dad's a hell of a guy, Frank.
Eh, not bad for a fucking Mick.
He said my head was normal-sized.
He's so sweet with Anthony.
Oh, tummy yum-yum!
Oh, he had everyone fooled.
But I knew... it was just a matter of time before he showed his true colors,
and they'd all see what a prick he was.
- And did he? - No, he did not.
And that was four weeks ago.
But the shit he pulled on me today,
that's why I had to come here. He told...
Father Patrick, you need to come right away.
It's time for Mr. McCriskin's funeral.
You made up a great one, but I'm gonna finish the confession.
It's getting juicy.
No, Father, there's a real dead guy and everything!
Mr. McCriskin can wait in purgatory for a few more minutes.
Just keep them entertained.
Hey, how's everybody doing today?
So, what happened then?
Everything. On Friday night, I got devastating news.
What's that, Colt? You say you got out of the submarine,
but now you're about to go in a coma?
Oh, come by when you get better.
Aw, what the fuck? Where is Colt?
I think he's gonna be in a coma for a while, Dad.
Ah, fuck me!
And then I got worse news.
The old man's never gonna leave.
He's selling a boatload of typewriter ribbon,
so they want him to open a new territory.
- He's gonna stay at least another month. - Oh, the kids will love that.
The kids also love the smell of gasoline, Susan!
I'll tell you, I can't take him anymore. I have enough to deal with right now.
I'm working three jobs since Pogo had his heart attack, the pork-eating fuck!
And now we're all going downtown with Big Bill so he can get himself a car,
and then he's taking the whole family to lunch, which, of course, I'll pay for.
- If he says he wants to pay, Frank, then... - No, I'm paying.
I'll show him how well I'm doing.
I might have to break into the swear jar. There's got to be a couple grand in there.
We used it all for Kevin's bail money.
Aw, piece-of-shit motherfucking cocksucker!
Frank, stop it!
Ah, start a new jar. I don't give a shit-shit-shit-shit!
Frank, calm down!
Come here, honey.
- I understand that he was a bad father. - The worst.
Okay, the worst. But...
Why is there always a "but" at the end of you agreeing with me?
But... he's been very nice, especially to the kids.
I'm nice to the kids.
Yes, you are. But maybe he's really changed.
People do change.
I don't. You don't. You keep getting pregnant.
- Ow. - You listen to me.
I know you have your problems with him,
but the kids are enjoying their time with their grandfather.
And he's not gonna be here forever.
Would it kill you to hold out a little longer?
Fine. You're right.
I mean, if I can shove a man's intestines back into his body,
Lord knows I can put up with this asshole for another couple of weeks.
You can do it, honey.
But you're really gonna need to work on your...
Oh, would you stop with the "buts"? It's a fucking sickness with you.
You ready to go downtown?
Oh, yeah, it's a big day for Big Willie.
Home office sent me a little cash to get some wheels.
Wow. I've never seen those presidents before.
Then it's time for the vagabond to find a more permanent place to stay.
I'm, uh... going to get myself a nice quiet motel room somewhere.
I recommend the Quint City Motor Inn on Route 16.
I visited it once or twice with a woman I was seeing.
Oh, really? And who was that?
I don't want to say her name. She might appear.
It's a shame you got to go, Big Bill. Families should all be together.
Sometimes a little break is just what the doctor ordered.
I told you, I'm done with all that Vic stuff, my Swedish meatball!
Now that's a man who loves his woman.
- See? Vic said... - Don't you talk to me!
Nope, a motel it is.
Frank, I have taken advantage of your generous hospitality far too long.
I'm sure Sue would love to have her couch back.
My couch.
Wait a minute. Goomer has his trailer.
You can stay in there.
Goomie, you never use it.
That's right. I don't use it for anything.
Just give me a little time to clear some stuff out.
And bleach the walls. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
Oh, you've got some great neighbors, son.
Nobody look at it!
Let's get you that car, Mr. Wonderful.
Daddy, are we getting a new car too?
No, princess. Our car is just fine.
The back door popped open when you took me to the movies yesterday.
I almost fell out.
Aw, will you stop whining about shit that almost happened?
I almost walked out on your mother last week. I'm still here.
You listen to your dad, son. He knows what's best.
He would never put saving a buck before your safety.
If he's okay with you rolling out into traffic,
then who am I to say he's not a good father?
If he says the car is fine, it's fine.
That son of a bitch.
Here's the rest of the down payment.
You can keep the green stamps. Pleasure doing business with you both.
Whoa, the tailgate opens two ways!
This must be what astronauts drive!
Frank, you don't have to do this to impress your father.
Are you sure we can even handle it?
Yes, Susan. I'm extremely well-paid.
We're doing 150 payments, right? With the $20 trade-in?
Yeah. You pay me $20 to take that heap off your hands.
You're a thief. Let's eat!
Well, that's the last time I do a personal appearance for these hicks.
The Polack that runs that TV store said he'd watch out
for the water-headed psycho. That kid keeps sending me hair.
Jim, you brought this on yourself for rigging that game.
And you've got to get your... problem with pregnant women under control.
I'm working on it, Ray, but it's tough.
Especially this weekend. Labor Day.
Grandpa, will you take me to the first day of school Wednesday in your new car?
I would be as happy as a hand in a doorknob factory.
My car is newer. I signed the papers second.
I think you'll be proud of your grandchildren when school starts.
They've all promised to work very hard on their studies this year. Right, Kevin?
Oh, hi, ketchup, you want to fuck?
And Frank and I have made a promise to be more attentive and involved this year.
A hundred and fifty payments, $34 a payment,
it'll be paid off in '86. Christ, there'll be a black president by then.
Grandpa, will you come and watch me play hockey?
Jesus Christ, Bill! The fuck is wrong with you?
Okay, calm down, son. It's not the end of the world.
What did you say to me?
Well, there's no need to lose your cool over a little spill.
You've got to be shitting me. You goddamn hypocrite!
Whoa, whoa, okay, take it easy.
Oh, I've been taking it easy for a month.
Hey, kids, you want to know what your grandpa did
when I spilled a bit of grape juice?
He shoved ice cream in my face!
I never did any such thing.
- Yes, you did! - Never!
And you called me a "goddamn dope."
You called me a "dope" when I failed Algebra.
- Oh, I did not! - Yes, you did.
Silence!
- What about the grass skirt, Dad? - Oh, it was a joke.
Sounds funny to me.
It wasn't funny. It hurt my feelings!
That's what's funny about it.
A grass skirt and coconuts he got me for crying over an act of war!
Who does that to a kid?
Well, you said you'd buy me a doll
if I didn't stop talking about the guy whose guts landed on me at the airport.
- You got to stop living in the past, Bill! - Frank, you promised!
At least one guy's got bigger problems than I do and...
Sweet Jesus, that balloon's about to pop, and I want to be under it!
Tell them, Dad!
Tell them some of the shit you used to do to me!
- Tell them! - Dad, leave him alone.
Spit it out, you son of a bitch!
Stop yelling at the choo-choo man!
The hell with this.
Enjoy the rest of your day with Santa Claus.
And that's when I came in here.
If he'd just once admit to me what a prick he was,
just once...
I could find some peace.
Nah, but he'll... he'll never do that.
Oh, Frank, I'm so sorry for your pain.
But our Father brought your father back into your life,
and now you have a choice.
You can let out all your anger at him and call him an old so-and-so
and live with that hatred forever,
or you can choose to accept his presence
the way I think our Lord wants you to. With forgiveness.
Forgive the bastard for what he did to me? What the hell kind of bullshit is that?
Your job is to mumble some prayers and tell me I'm going to heaven.
Confession doesn't work that way.
- Then what am I paying you for? - You don't pay me.
I put coins in those stupid cardboard boxes every Halloween!
That's UNICEF.
Aw, shit, what a waste this was.
Forgive my dad? I'll never forgive him!
Talk to God! He loves you!
That's a company lie, and you know it!
Big Bill Let me tell you...
Goddamn son of a bitch.
Coming here, making my kids happy.
"Oh, talk to God." Oh, what a laugh!
Just sits there with his son and the fucking Holy Ghost,
thinking he's better than me.
It's Frank Murphy calling!
Why'd you bring that fucker back to me? I demand an answer!
Aw, fuck all three of you!
♪ I'm tickled pink ♪
♪ That things are rosy ♪
- ♪ And skies are blue once again ♪ - ♪ Do, do, do, do ♪
♪ Let the bygones go bye-bye ♪
♪ No more will I sigh or cry ♪
♪ Do, do, do, do, do ♪
♪ I'm tickled pink The moon is yellow ♪
♪ And I'm your fellow ♪