written by Paul Thomas Anderson
Frank: Okay. Okay. I'm going to go in. And, uh, are the dogs in there?
Phil: Yeah, but they stay back by the window, pretty far from the bed...
Frank: (interupting) I want you to come in with me and stay away from me. I want you there in case he needs anything because I am not going to help him. And, Phil, I will drop-kick the fucking dogs if they come near me.
(They walk into the bedroom together. Frank stops to look at his father for a few seconds before continuing in. He looks around the room, then looks at Earl, with contempt)
Frank: Earl. (sits down) You don't look that bad. (takes several deep breaths) You prick. "Cocksucker." That's what you used to like to say, right? "Cocksucker." But you are a cocksucker, Earl. It hurts, doesn't it? Huh? You in a lot of pain? She was in a lot of pain. Right to the end, she was in a lot of pain. I know because I, I was there, Earl. You didn't like illness, though, do you? I was there. She was waited for your call. For you to come. (breaking down, resisting the tears) I am not going to cry. I am not going to cry for you! You cocksucker, I know you can hear me. I want you to know that I hate your fucking guts. You can just fucking die, you fuck. And I hope it hurts, I fucking hope it hurts. (quickly breaking down, trying to fight it and losing the battle) Why didn't you call? (crying hysterically now) I fucking hate you. Goddamn you, you fucking asshole. Oh, God, you fucking asshole. Don't go away, you fucking asshole! Oh, God, don't go away, you fucking asshole!
(Later in the movie, Earl does open his eyes, and seems to recognize Frank, through the pain and the morphine -- right before he dies)
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