(to FBI agents, from his car) Listen, I'll save you some gas, I'm just goin' down ta the stationery store, then I'll be right back. You don't gotta follow me like yesterday. Aight?
Yeah, well that's natural. But you're with us now. So why don't you...uh...leave the morbid shit back at Junior's crew and...uh...have a happy birthday.
I think you know what my problem is. You see, your little friend up there - she didn't do you any favors bringing you into this house. Now I dunno what the fuck she was thinkin', we'll get to that later. See I got business associates who are black and they don't want my son with their daughters and I don't want their sons with mine.
[pushes newspaper against Noah's chest] See, that's the kind o' thing I'm hopin' to avoid. So when my little girl comes down the stairs, you're gonna say how nice it was to meet me, then you're gonna go drop her off at school and you're gonna say goodbye.
I mean...I...I do know what mom's wishes were, but not to have a wake or a funeral, I mean makes us look like we're unloving children, not to mention cheapskates.
