l know l am.
(Father) And l'm ready for that.
Here's corn bread and collard greens.
And l cooked up those hog maws you like.
Mother, dear, ain't we forgetting somethin'?
No, l'm not. Today is Navin's birthday.
[all exclaiming]
Happy Birthday!
Today is Navin's birthday.
And l cooked you up your favorite meal.
Tuna fish salad on white bread with mayonnaise
a Tab, and a couple of Twinkies.
Here, darlin'.
Gee, Mom, thanks.
You're gonna like that shit, man.
[all laughing]
l got you a present.
Gee, Elvira.
l made it myself.
We got you somethin', too.
A whole half bottle of Lilac Vegetal.
lt's from both of us. Gee.
[chuckling]
l drew you this picture.
Here.
[chuckling]
(Navin) Thank you.
l want you to have my Zippo.
Gee, Dad,
you had this since the war.
Thanks.
[choking] Thanks, everybody.
God bless us, every one.
Navin.
[sniffling]
Well will y! ou pass me the potatoes and the collard greens?
Navin, darlin'?
l'm sorry l spoiled the party, Mom.
Aw, you didn't spoil the party.
Navin, l brought you a Twinkie.
l'm not hungry right now.
You feelin' different again, huh?
lt's like l don't fit in.
lt's like l don't belong here.
[sniffling]
lt's your birthday, and it's time you knew.
Navin, you're not our natural-born child.
l'm not?
You were left on our doorstep.
But we raised you like you were one of us.
You mean l'm gonna stay this color?
[crying]
Navin, l'd love you
if you were the color of a baboon's ass. Come here.