[Carrying a mattress out of the Milkovich residence with Ian] Your mattress smells like ass.
We can also buy a new mattress.
Nah, too many good memories stained into this one.
Hey, you know what the day is? Twentieth or 21st?
Fuck should I know?
Thinkin’ it’s the 21st.
Maybe a little less thinkin’ and open those doors. This fucker’s heavy.
After we drop this shit off, we gotta hit that furniture rental on Ashland. They got a good deal on taupe living room sets.
All right. That it?
No, still gotta grab the dresser.
What do we need a dresser for? We got floors, right?
[Gives Mickey a you-should-know-better look and then turns] Come on. [Walks back into house]
Fuck’s sake. [Follows after]



