Hey, where the fuck are my hard-boiled eggs?

[Michael catches George-Michael sneaking hard-boiled eggs to George Sr]
Michael: I think George-Michael is hiding Ann in the attic.

Lindsay: From who, the Nazis?

Michael: No, his girlfriend from me. I just caught him sneaking up to her in the attic and he clearly did so because he thinks I don’t approve. I think I’m gonna invite her to the wake. Why make him hide? Why do to him what… Why do to him what Dad used to do to me?

Lindsay: [sobbing] He was so amazing.

Michael: That was actually an example of how not so amazing he was. You’re really going through something here, huh?

Lindsay: I know. You know, it’s funny-all those years when I pretended to cry… I used to use Dad’s death to get me going. I tried it with Mom’s, but I’d just end up smiling and ruining it. But it feels, like, real. You know? And you haven’t really allowed yourself to grieve much at all, Michael.

Michael: My relationship with Dad was much more-much more complicated than yours. It was predicated a lot on secrets and lies. There wasn’t a lot of trust there.

Tobias: Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. I’m not gonna cry about my pa. I’m gonna buy an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings? You can keep them bottled up, Michael, but they will come out. Sometimes in the most unexpected-

[opens refrigerator and looks inside]

Tobias: Hey, where the fuck are my hard-boiled eggs?

Tobias Funke in the attic of the model house getting dressed as misses featherbottom

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