You are good shit.
ROXY: Hm.
And I want to make this legit.
I-- I'm still going to pay you, but I want
you to stop banging other guys.
What do you say?
Want to be my wife or what?
Holy shit.
Oh-- Oh, my god.
Oh?
Oh--Oh, my--
MAC: Whoops. FRANK: Christ.
No, it's OK.
She does this from time to time.
She's had an excessive amount to drink, so--
DENNIS: OK. Well, Roxy, get up.
DEE: Yeah. DENNIS: Let's go!
[CLAPS] - Roxy?
Come on, Roxy.
Roxy!
- Big day for Frank here. - Mm-hmm.
Roxy.
MAC: Yeah, we don't have a ton of time, Rox.
Get up!
The bitch is dead.
Your mother is dead!
[LAUGHS] - Yeah, right.
Nice try.
Very funny, Frank.
I'm serious this time.
She had a botched neck lift.
She's as dead as disco.
[GIGGLES] Who wants champagne?
[CORK POPPING]
What the hell?
I thought we were going to a barbecue, Frank.
It's more of a party in the park.
We're at a cemetery.
[MUSIC - "AMAZING GRACE"]
The party is in the cemetery.
Who has a party in the cemetery?
FRANK: Your Uncle Max.
He just croaked.
Flush that turd down the drain!
[LAUGHS]
What are we doing here, Frank?
What's your angle?
I want to bang your Aunt Donna.
Why would you want to bang our mom's sister
at the funeral of her husband?
Mm.
Well, I don't know how many years on this Earth I got left.
I'm gonna get real weird with it.
What the hell is that?
Come on.
Who locked up last night?
Charlie.
The kid needs to start paying attention.
DEE: Who is this?
MAC: I don't know.
I've never seen him before.
Well, can you get him out of here?
He stinks.
Hey, let's go-- oh, my--
oh, my god.
He shit his pants, Dee.
Dee, he shit his pants.
Oh, I don't want to know that.
MAC: Ugh.
I'm going to poke him with this.
Get up, old man!
This isn't the American Legion!
Wake up!
Yo!
What's the matter?
He won't wake up.
Well, poke him harder in his ribs.
MAC: Wake up, old man.
Wake up!
Holy shit.
That bitch is dead.
FRANK: That's really badass.
Where's he even going?
I mean, the fact that we don't know where he's going
makes him all the more badass.
CHARLIE: Right?
DENNIS: Uh-oh. Whoops.
DEE: Oopsie. CHARLIE: Oh, he fell, huh?
- Ah, shit. - Tipped over a little bit.
- Oh. - Ah.
Huh.
He's probably OK though, right? DEE: Well, yeah.
He just popped over.
CHARLIE: A little-- little-- little bump.
He's fine. He's good.
He's good. He's good.
TRUE CRIME NARRATOR: The circumstances surrounding
the death of the woman born Maureen Ponderosa
captivated South Philadelphia.
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]
She was discovered in an alley with a broken neck.
In 2013, Maureen had begun her transition to a cat.
[MEOWING]
And in her cat form, she went by the name Bastet
to honor the Egyptian god of cats.
[MEOWING]
The story quickly became fodder for local media.
So much for having nine lives.
This cat did not land on her feet.
She landed on her neck.
[GROANS]
[MUSIC - LUDWIG VAN BEETHOVEN, "MOONLIGHT SONATA,
I. ADAGIO SOSTENUTO"]
[CRACKING]
Holy shit.
(SINGING) Boom, boom, boom, boom.
(SINGING) Hawky never spoke much, but he had his own touch.
(SINGING) Now you're buzzing around that hive in the sky.
(SINGING) Doo, doo, doo.
(ALL SINGING) Yellowjacket Hawky.
(SINGING) Oh, yeah.
(ALL SINGING) We bid you goodbye.
(SINGING) Ooh-wee, ooh, ooh.
(ALL SINGING) Buzz.
No offense, Charlie, but Shelley's fat as shit.
Oh, no offense taken, Dennis, because he is fat as shit,
but, um, he won't really mind us saying that because he's dead.
What?
What the hell are you talking about?
I'm talking about Shelley Kelly, my dad.
He's dead.
[BELLS TOLLING]
Oh, shit!
What's that?
Dog grave.
Oh.
All you do is think about yourself!
You didn't even notice that I switched up the mac and cheese.
Is that what this is about?
The goddamn mac and cheese?
Well, yeah, I noticed!
You put meat hunks in it!
Wow!
Hunks of meat!
Well, of course, Dennis would like Dennis!
What?
It's Dennis!
What are you talking about?
You're eating the dog!
[CACKLES MANIACALLY]