damn
what you tell 'em.
What's all the fussing
about in here?
Mary Tate Farnsworth,
Hal Foss.
How are you?
Everything's fine, baby.
We're just doing
a little business here.
Why don't you go take a bath?
Well, what kind of business?
Go and take your bath,
will you please?
OK, Craig, now I understand...
but listen, Craig...
this whole thing
is too big a deal...
for you to blow
over a little tail...
even if it does
look like that one.
Ease off, Hal.
Come on.
Hey, don't you think...
you're taking
this attraction of yours...
to other types of people
too far?
Ease off, mother.
Come on, man,
take a look at yourself.
Stop it.
Look, you're up here in
your parents' house...
you're letting people
down on deals...
while you whoremonger
around with broads--
I ought to kick
your ass for that, boy.
Listen to me, damn it.
I'm telling you
as a friend, Craig...
you have got to get
yourself on track.
- Ka-ra-te!
- Grow up, will you?
I could take your eye out...
Iike popping an olive
out of a bottle, boy.
Kill your ass
deader than a snapper.
You're pitiful, you know that?
You are really pitiful.
Everything OK down there?
Yeah.
Who was he, anyway?
Ohh... just a friend.
Why don't ol' William
answer that phone?
He's hard of hearing.
Forget it.
I know who it is, anyway.
One thing I can't stand is
a phone that don't quit ringing.
Listen, Mary...
do you think
Thor would ever sell the spa?
No. He still thinks
it's gonna make him rich.
Hoop looks better on me,
doesn't it?
Yeah.
It doesn't look like he's doing
much business down there.
You know, the first thing...
The first thing that...
people give up
during a recession...
is their membership
in clubs like that.
I'm sorry. My dance card's
completely filled.
You know,
I've always wondered...
how you ladies
get out of these things.
My dance card just emptied.
No!
William. Get up.
William...
What are you doing?
I'm quitting,
that's what I'm doing.
You aren't serious, are you?
Yes, sir, I'm serious.
And I'd like
to tell you something.
Your grandmama...
your grandmama,
bless her soul...
if she could see what
you're doing down here...
in her living room
where she entertained...
quality-born
ladies and gentlemen...
she'd come out of
that picture on the wall...
and drive a butcher knife
through your heart...
and I would help her!
Disgrace!
What's the matter with him?
William...
William.
You been with us for 52 years.
Yes, sir.
Fifty-two long, good years.
But no more.
Come on, Willie.
And I'm taking everything
that belongs to me.
Your grandmama left me
a lot of stuff in her will.
She left me this here, too.
Don't worry, honey.
I'll be back to get you...
and I'm gonna take
your poor blind eyes outta here.
You hear? I'll be back.
Dear Craig...
traditionally,
your Uncle Henry has been...
the Blake family's
most notable black sheep.
You seem to be coming up
fast on the outside.
I'll be returning
from South Africa...
in time to attend
Amy Walterson's party.
I assume you'll be there.
Fondest regards, Uncle Albert.
Come on. Let's go.
Still don't feel like telling me
where you're taking me?
Relax.
Hey, Joe! By doggies!
I haven't seen you
in a month of Sundays.
I wasn't expecting you
down here now.
That's my friend, Craig Blake.
This is Tom Haley.
- How do you do, Mr. Haley?
- I'm glad to know you.
Pleased to meet you.
My pleasure.
Why don't you go on around
where they're tuning up...
and we'll be around there
in a little bit.
Hey, son. Where you from?
Birmingham.
Birmingham? Oh, man.
They don't even whistle
down there anymore.
You know what that is
you're listening at?
No, sir,
I can't really say that I do.
That's true stick fiddling.
When you play it on a stand
or off the music...
it's not called stick fiddling.
It's called a violin.
Now, Joe there,
when he first come out...
he asked if he could look on...
and see how
he's using that bow now?