SandyAs much as I could find.
Hey, anybody, uh, kind of...brown come around the house looking for me?
Sandy
No.
Good. How is everyone, anyway?
Sandy
[Laughs] Same. Your brothers are idiots. Least once a week, one of them gets drunk, crawls into my bed, and tries to get something off of me.
Fսck 'em, chop their nuts off next time they try it.
Sandy
Or I could stay here with you. Have fun like we did when we were kids. [Grabs his crotch]
Jeez! You know that's messed up, right?
Sandy
Not like we're related.
We are totally related. We're fսcking cousins! And you're gay.
Sandy
Fine, whatever.
Sandy
Oh, right, you.
Yeah, good to see you too, Sandy. Bathroom's all yours.
Hey, I had shampoo and sh¡t. Is there soap anywhere?
Sandy
You've been gone for years. You think your brothers would save that shit for you?
You can use mine. We'll hit Costco later. I'm getting paid.
I can't, man. PO texted me when you were in the shower. He's got a job for me.
Give me a list of s*** for me you need and I'll pick it up for you.
Sandy
Isn't that cute. Little domestic b******.
No, sweetie. Hey, the wedding isn't till this afternoon, okay?
Sandy
What is she on about?
She wants to wear her flower girl dress again.
Sandy
Why the hell not? She's only gonna wear it once.
[Chuckles] Okay, sweetie. Go on.
Uh, so... about last night.
Sandy
Mm. [Sirens wailing distantly] Yeah. [Both chuckles] Cool. So... We gotta be at the Bamboo at nine for the flower delivery. And then the caterers are delivering the chairs and shit at ten.
So... You think your uncle's serious about shooting Mickey?
Sandy
Serious as a heart attack. But he probably won't do it at the wedding. Too many witnesses. [Answers phone] He'll wait till Mickey's alone somewhere or walking to the L or... Holy sh- shit.
Sandy
It's on fire!
Sandy
The Bamboo Lotus! It's on fire! Dude, it's on fսcking fire!
Sandy
[Bursts out front door with Debbie, Ian, Mickey and Carl observing into smoke billowing in distance] Oh... fսck.
What the hell's going on?
Sandy
The Bamboo Lotus.
Sandy
It's on fire.
Sandy
What do you think.
Sandy
F***. Mickey.
[Following Mickey is walking out of house with shotgun] Mickey!
Terry Milkovich! You fսcking pig fսckеr!
Sandy
Jesus, Mick!
I'm coming for you, you son of a bitch! What the fսck, Sandy?!
Sandy
Give me the fսck¡ng gun, Mick! [Mickey fires off a shot that shatters van rear window]
Get the cuffs. You done? No! You gonna make me hit you again?
[Knocking on bedroom doors] My birthday! Wake up! Wake up! I'm five!
[Franny comes down stairs] Hey, hey. Look who it is. The birthday girl.
[Sniffles, sighs] Presents?
Oh, no, no. It's not like Christmas, Franny. You're gonna get your presents tonight at your party. Oh. Hey. [Picks up Franny and carries her to kitchen] Come on. Let's go make some breakfast, huh? Whoof! Go sit! Yo, what up?
Why'd you guys sleep here last night?
Oh, the fumes at our new place from resurfacing the bathtub.
Good morning, Franny. Happy birthday.
I'm gonna sell them for cheap to the lunch debt kids.
Kids who run out of money on their food account. Can't eat the hot lunch till they pay up.
Is that even legal? Don't public schools have to feed the kids?
Yeah, but the lunch lady serves them gross shit like stale bread, government cheese, chunky pudding.
So you're capitalizing on the misfortunes of others by selling them your peanut butter sandwiches?
The American way. See you.
Hey, there's my sweet birthday princess! Who is five today?!
Sandy
I don't know! She looks like a big girl. Did you grow overnight? Are you sure you're not 15?
Sandy
Yeah, I knew you were.
Are you excited for your princess party?
Sandy
I'm with Frans on this one.
Hey, hey, hey, birthday Franny. Hey, look what I got you from work. They let us keep stuff if it's past its expiration date. There's so much stuff that just gets thrown away into a dumpster.
Oh, great job, man. Free old cereal.
[Carl comes in door] 5-0!
Hey, I'm unarmed! Don't shoot!
Sandy
Don't shoot!
Ha, ha, ha, very funny, assholes. Now, if you'll excuse me, Imma go load these bad boys up with armor-piercing rounds so I can keep the mean streets safe for fuck-heads like you guys. Watch out, Chicago! You're going down!
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