(relaxing harp music)
(harp becoming dissonant)
- [Natalie] Myra!
That was amazing.
- Oh, thank you.
- It was just so... Wow!
- Well, thanks for coming. - Yeah
- It's really nice to see you - Great to see you.
- [Grandpa] My boy.
My boy.
- Hi, Grandpa, you came.
- How could I not show up
at my favorite grandson's performance?
And I have to say,
the performance tonight was interesting.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
Anyway, look, I've got a meeting.
Got to go.
But before I go, just give Grandad a kiss.
(Myra sighs heavily)
- Myra.
On the lips, Myra.
- Grandpa, we talked about this.
- I know, come on.
(suspenseful music)
- Is that it?
Is that all I get?
(music intensifies)
You must be Natalie.
- Yeah, hi.
- Nice to meet you.
(car door slams)
- So, what was that
with you and your Grandpa?
- What?
Did you notice something weird?
- A little, yeah. Mm-hmm.
- I guess I have this little fear
that maybe I'm attracted to my Grandpa.
My grandfather made all of his grandchildren
kiss him on the mouth.
I think it's because he wasn't a good communicator
and that's how he expressed love.
So, when I was 14, he made me kiss him on the mouth,
and it moved.
Why did my cock move when he kissed me?
Is it because maybe I'm attracted to him?
And I can't stop thinking about it?
It got super hard.
It's never been that hard ever since.
Why did my cock move?
- You were going through puberty.
- I can't stop picturing things.
- What kind of things?
- Like licking his balls.
- Uggh.
- I just see two giant balls
and I wanna put em in my mouth.
- [Natalie] You want to?
- More than anything.
(bird chirps)
(breathing heavily)
- No.
- I said stop.
- God, what?
- Oh, I'm sorry.
I can't stop picturing my grandfather's big cock.
What's up with you?
- Fine.
- No!
(Natalie sighs)
(phone vibrates)
- It's your Grandpa.
- Pappy?
(playful lounge music)
(diners chat softly in background)
- [Grandpa] Come on Myra, say something.
- What?
- Tell us a little bit about your work.
How's your work going?
- It --
- [Grandpa] There it is.
The face to break a thousand hearts.
- So handsome, right?
- [Grandpa] Runs in the family, really does.
- [Grandpa] Myra?
I think he's choking.
Myra, are you okay?
Come here, come here. Let me do it.
- Natalie! - I don't know the Heimlich!
(Myra grunts)
(Myra groans)
(suspenseful music)
(Myra gasps)
- Grandpa!
- You okay?
Yeah, yeah, you're okay (laughs).
(Natalie gasps)
(playful lounge music)