September 10th, 2009 12:38 EST
Last Word to a Tough Guy
Last Word to a Tough Guy
Deloris Gibbs: Sweeny?
Deloris Gibbs: My name is Deloris Gibbs, and I have Wendy Washer on the line.
Wendy: Hello, Sweeny. How are you, dear?
Sweeny: What`s going on?
Wendy: Well, Sweeny, Bob tells me that many of my things are still stored in your garage. I wonder if it would be OK with you if I made arrangements to have someone come by and get them.
Sweeny: That`s between you and Bob. Besides, it`s just an old trunk with some books and papers and some old clothes, I think. I don`t want to get involved.
Wendy: Well, Sweeny, it wouldn`t be me-- I`d send others, if it would be OK with you.
Sweeny: No, I don`t want to get involved.
Wendy: I see. Well, Sweeny, there`s something I`d like to discuss with you, if you have a minute.
Sweeny: I`m listening.
Wendy: Well, I`d like to talk to you about the little house on Harlot Avenue.
Sweeny: What about it?
Wendy: Well, I want my half.
Sweeny: What do you mean, your half "? I said I`d give you and Bob that house free and clear-- to live in. But, it wasn`t good enough for you. I`ve put $60-70,000 in that house since then. It`s not the same house it was then.
Wendy: Sweeny, you promised that if I would sell my little house, you would give me and Bob your little house, as you say, free and clear. " It`s been 30 years-- I hope you`ll keep the promise you made to us.
Sweeny: You`re not getting a dime out of me, you b*tch! I`ll spend every nickel I have just to f*ck you over, do you understand me? You had a good man, but you f*cked it up. I have signed affidavits of all the men you were f*cking on campus. They came into the restaurant talking about you. They didn`t know I was your father-in-law. You were nothing but a JOKE at that school-- f*cking all of your professors for money or good grades or whatever.
Wendy: I`m sorry you feel the need to say this to me, Sweeny.
Sweeny: If you mess with me or my family, I`ll f*ck you over like you`ve never been f*cked over before; do you understand me, Wendy? Bob is a happily married man now.
Wendy: Yes, he tells me this.
Sweeny: And they have a daughter.
Wendy: Yes, she`s lovely. Bob sent me pictures of her. He seems very happy.
Sweeny: You`re a lying b*tch. Bob sent no such thing. He hasn`t even talked to you for more than 20 years. You`re a lying, f*cking whore.
Wendy: Ask Bob. Anyway, Sweeny, take some time. Think about it. I know you`re angry right now; but, no matter how mad you get, don`t tell Bob about us.
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