Magnolia, Frank T.J. Mackey

Earl. You don’t look that bad. 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 waited for your call. For you to come. 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. Why didn’t you call? 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!