We are cousins?
We are family.
A brother of Spider
is a brother of mine. Come on.
Do those things.
- Come up, come on.
This is women's work, man.
- Your hands are dirty, man.
What should I do?
Spider was on your neighbor.
Talked about his car.
Come on.
Good.
- Yes, my little cousin is a small man.
This is a nice car.
1972 Gran Torino,
fastback.
Cobra jet engine.
- Yes, that keeps him busy.
He is perfect condition, man.
I got one.
There are a Mexican, a Jew
and a Negro in a bar.
The bartender looks up and says:
'Do you guys out of here!
So here is my flock together
if they are not in the church.
Hi, Pastor J.
- Hey, Mel. Hi, Darrel.
Hello minister.
- Hi, Walt.
What brings you here, Reverend.
The meat lottery?
No, I came here to Walt
to talk, if that is good.
Damn it, Reverend.
You are persistent or not.
I have promised to your wife.
Well, let's take a seat.
I want a Pabst and a dash of Jack.
And what do you, Reverend?
I want a Diet Coke.
- Nonsense, this is a bar. You must drink.
I want a Gin and Tonic.
- Well done!
What do you want?
I promised your wife
I will make you confess.
Why would you do that?
- She was so persevere.
They did me.
You can not promise things
you can not make it, Pastor?
Let's talk about something else.
- What?
Life and death.
Life and death. What do you fucking
about life and death?
I think I know a lot from it.
I am a priest.
Yes, you are preaching to
about life and death.
But the only thing you know
is what you learned the priest training.
Direct from the new Priest Manual.
I know nothing of.
This is bittersweet.
Bitter in the pain
but fresh in his salvation.
That's what you know about life and death,
and that is pathetic.
What do you, Mr.. Kowalski?
I know a lot. I lived
nearly three years in Korea. Thank you.
We have men shot.
We strike them with banjo networks,
we hakten seventeen-year-old's death in Spades.
Things that I will remember my death.
Terrible things,
things which I have to live.
It's the life?
Well, I ...
I survived the war.
I am married
and got a family.
It sounds more
know about death than life.
Perhaps, Pastor.
Perhaps.
Asshole.
Hey, man, get in the car!
- Tao, get in!
Come Tao.
- Come on. Let's go. Get in!
Damn it, get in!
Hello?
Hey, good morning porridge.
This is your number one son, Mitch.
Tomorrow? It is one hour in the afternoon.
It is not morning.
Well, right.
Good then.
What do you want?
- What?
No, nothing.
I mean, what would I want?
I do not know. Is your wife is already
off with your mother's jewelry?
No, Dad, I just called
to hear how you are.
Any news from the old neighborhood?
Yes, no.
- Great, calm waters.
Yes.
- Okay, okay then.
Oh, hey, Dad.
- Yes.
Do you happen to that guy from the factory
Lion who has season tickets?
Dad?
Are not they sweet?
Come on.
How is it?
What are you doing, man?
- Nothing.
Interfere with our own affairs.
- Just hanging around.
What are you doing here?
We are ready.
I can not just
my little nephew to come?
I have good news for you.
- Really? And that is?
Only men talk.
- I do not think so.
Why not?
- Come on, we give you another attempt.
Do not go with you, Tao.
- Mind your own business, girl.
Come on, go.
- Come on.
Lift him.
What is this?
Get up.
- Get off my lawn.
Listen old man.
You do not want to interfere with me.
Did you not hear me?
Now go out of my lawn.
Are you crazy?
Go back into the house.
Yes, I blow a hole in your face
and then I go into the house.
And I sleep like a baby.
You can count on it.
We stacked ball things as you
two and a half meters high
and if you use sand bags.
Ok.
You can now continue to look back better.
Thank you.
Get off my lawn.
What is this?
No, no.
No, no, come on. Not more.
Stay there.
Why can you
me alone?
We have a couple of shallots
purchased for your garden.
I want them.
- They are permanent plants.
They grow every year.
- Why you bring