My Name is Earl s02e03 Episode Script
Sticks & Stones
My name is Earl.
You know how those Amish people all chip in when it's time to build a barn? Well, that's what we do at the motel when waxin' Wilma's mustache.
Thanks for doing this, guys.
My husband said it's like French-kissing his brother Fred.
No problem, Wilma.
Maybe someday, I'll need unwanted hair ripped off my body and you'll be the one to hold me down.
Ow! Disturbin'as it was, starin'at Wilma's ripped-off mustache helped me decide what to do next on my list.
Number 91- made fun of Maggie Lester.
Class, I would like you to meet our new student, Maggie Lester.
She's from Arizona, and her parents are divorced.
Let's make her feel welcome.
Unfortunately for Maggie Tom Selleck was the biggest star on TV and, well, I was the biggestjerk in my class.
Wow! Look at the mustache on this girl.
Hey, look, everybody! It's Maggie P.
I! She remained Maggie P.
I.
until she left Williamsburg Junior High a couple months later to be homeschooled.
I never saw her again.
There's a lot of Lesters here, but I don't see any Maggies.
- There's a Maggie.
- That's a Maggie Larson, Randy.
Oh.
Both names have to be on the same line.
I feel bad for this Maggie Lester.
Children can be very cruel.
In my village, they used to laugh and call me Chupa Chups.
- That sounds cute.
- It was not cute.
It means "lollipop.
" I had a big head and a little body.
- I was always tipping over.
- Got it.
Here's a Maggie Lester livin' somewhere called Shady Grove.
While I was trackin'down my old classmate Maggie Joy was dealin'with a situation from her more recent past.
Baby, I love that spray-on stocking stuff.
It makes your legs look hot, and it makes me a little high.
And that's exactly how I want the public defender to feel when I meet him today.
I want him to think if he gets me off, I'll return the favor.
Damn it! I got Latina.
Recently, Joy had run into some trouble with the law.
She was arrested for grand theft auto and kidnappin'.
If convicted, it would be her third strike.
All right, now tell me if you can see my thong when I bend over.
What thong? Perfect.
Let's go.
And here.
Put these socks down your pants just in case he's gay.
Randy and I found Maggie's house.
And it turned out Shady Grove wasn't too far from Camden County.
This neighborhood is nice.
I hope Maggie remembers me.
- I'm never gonna find anyone to love me.
- What? Oh, nothin'.
I was just thinking of somethin' else.
- Maybe this is the wrong place.
- Coming.
Nope, this is the right place.
Remember me? - Earl Hickey and my brother Randy? - Earl Hickey from junior high? Wow! I didn't recognize you.
You look different with that mustache.
And you.
Look at you.
Maggie invited us in for cookies, and I explained all about my list.
So, uh, how can I make it up to you? We could wax your face.
Or your car.
We'll wax whichever.
Uh, 'cause it's not like your beard isn't, uh, beautiful and feminine.
It's okay, Earl.
I used to wax and shave and pluck.
And I even wore a ski mask for a while, but it made it impossible to go to the bank.
Then I realized this is just who I am.
It's my life.
It's my job.
Your job? Turned out Maggie was in the carnival business.
And as we got to know more about her, we found that she was very sweet, a great hostess, and had a lot of talents.
You got a real pretty house.
No plastic.
The wood's actually made of wood.
That was originally the kitchen door but I removed it and turned it into a table when I did my remodel.
A door for a table.
Wow.
You can touch it if you want to, Randy.
It's so soft.
I love fixing up houses.
Not to mention, it really increases their value.
Sounds smart.
I mean, anything you can do to incr- Randy? - But I'm not done yet.
- Yes, you are.
Well, I'm glad to know that, uh, you're doin' so good, Maggie.
- But you still gotta let me make this up to you.
- Oh, we were kids.
You know what the worst part was? You never got to know me as a person.
And today, you did that.
So you can cross me off your list, Earl.
Thanks, Maggie.
Maggie was right.
Not gettin'to know her was my mistake, a mistake I was glad to fix.
Well, she sure was nice.
I bet we would've been friends when we were kids if I wasn't so- Check it out.
He's off to see the Wizard.
Look at that tall guy, Earl.
He looks just like a Stretch Armstrong doll right before I pulled him in half.
- Hi, Paul.
- Man, look at her! Oh, my God! You know what this place must be? - A cartoon? - No.
I think it's where all the carnival people live when they aren't working.
It's a freak town.
Except for that kid.
He's normal.
Look at his hands, Earl! They're like lobsters but without the rubber bands to stop him from bitin' us with his hands.
This place is freaky, Randy.
Let's get outta here.
Wait a second.
I'm doin' it again, Randy.
I'm makin' fun of people 'cause they look a little different, just like I did with Maggie.
Karma brought us here for a reason.
I mean, what good is it to cross Maggie off the list if I'm gonna keep doing the same thing to other people? You know what, Randy? I'm gonna get to know every person in this neighborhood for who they are on the inside.
If you make friends with anybody, make friends with the tall guy.
I know where there's a Frisbee stuck in a tree.
When I went back and told Maggie I wanted to get to know her neighbors she thought it was a great idea and invited everybody over for a barbecue.
One by one, we got to know 'em, and we learned all kinds of things like the fact that William was a hell of a cook.
- This burger's delicious.
- Thank you.
It's black angus.
I don't think I can eat it now that I know the cow's name.
Kevin might've had a horn on his head but he didn't have a chip on his shoulder.
That's pretty cool.
Can you take your head on a plane? Not since 9/11.
We're all making sacrifices.
Kevin also worked magic with cars.
He had restored more than 20 all on his own.
And Paul knew everything about the stock market.
He didn't look down on us for not understandin'.
- He only looked down on us 'cause he was so tall.
- I'm confused.
You own $20,000 worth of Krispy Kremes, but you still have to pay for doughnuts? I don't get doughnuts.
I get dividends.
Mmm, dividends.
Are they like those little powdered Munchkins? - No offense, William.
- No worries.
Jean gave the most amazing neck rubs.
- Who's next? - Kevin? You can go.
I don't have a neck.
Well, son of a bitch.
I didn't even notice that.
Guess I was too busy lookin' at the horn.
Yeah, the horn kind of steals the show.
And Tommy taught me how to ride a skateboard without fallin'off and scraping my knees.
As we got to meet Maggie's neighbors, Joy got to finally meet her lawyer.
Wow! Look at you.
I'm glad you're the one that's gonna be handlin' my briefs.
Don't get insecure, baby.
It's all an act.
Oh, no, no.
I'm not your attorney.
I'll go get her.
"Her"? Darnell, there is no way in hell I want a woman to represent me.
Darnell, there is no way in hell I want a woman to represent me.
Nobody pays attention to a woman unless she's on their lap with two minutes left in the damn song.
That's not true.
There are a lot of smart women out there.
Diane Sawyer and that Chinese chick at the deli.
She always gets our order right, and she totally guessed who would win at the Kentucky Derby.
I'm Ruby Whitlow, and this is my interpreter Doug.
Hi.
Sorry I'm late.
Hey.
It's very nice to meet you.
Can you please tell her that I'm gonna need another lawyer? It's nothin' personal.
It's just I don't wanna be represented by somebody whose ears are only good for holdin' up glasses.
- Don't tell her that last part though.
- She can read lips.
Oh.
It's nothin' against the deaf.
Um, the way my kids act up most days I wish I couldn't hear.
No, but seriously, not to be rude.
I will let you bag my groceries, I will let you greet me at Wal-Mart I will even buy pencils from you at the bus station for an unreasonable price.
But this is my third strike, and I really just don't feel comfortable puttin' my life in your deaf hands.
- You understand that, right? - She says she's the lawyer the court appointed you.
And if you don't like it, you can represent yourself you ignorant white trash whore.
Well, those are tough words comin' from a woman who can't even say 'em! Come on, Darnell! Not surprisingly, carnival folk know how to have a good time.
So we stayed for hours.
Ringer! Score one for the freaks! - Nice.
- We're goin' again, right after I get another beer.
Man, that little freak can ring toss.
- Randy, don't call him a freak.
- But he called himself that.
Yeah, but that's like black guys callin' each other-you know.
- Brother man? - Look, just don't call these guys freaks.
Who wants to go to Shady Pond and skip some rocks? - I do! - I'll drive us.
I'm in, but somebody's gotta throw my rocks for me.
Earl, you need to turn the car around.
This isn't the way to Shady Pond.
I'm taking us to ice cream first.
My treat.
- I know the best place just a couple towns over.
- No, no, no! No, no.
I'm not going.
Mm-mmm.
What's goin' on? Why did everybody run? Shady Grove's our safe place.
If we leave here, people gawk at us.
It's like we're a traveling freak show.
But you are a travelin' freak show.
Look, we know we're different.
That's why we joined the carnival.
People coming into a tent and staring at us is the only way we can make a living.
But when we're not working, we don't want to be freaks.
We don't wanna be in a show.
That's why we all live in Shady Grove 'cause it's the only place we feel normal.
- But it was just a trip for ice cream.
- Soft serve.
It comes out of the machine in a star shape, kind of like one of them Play-Doh machines except you can't play with it 'cause it'll melt in your hands too fast.
- We're still gonna go, right? - I don't expect you guys to understand.
You don't know what it's like to have strangers pointing and laughing at you because of the way that you look.
You can't understand a freak until you've been treated like a freak.
Somethin'about what Maggie said made the weirdest thing happen.
My brain reminded me of somethin' I hadn't thought of in years.
Hey, Hickey, come on.
Take off that shirt.
Pool rules.
If I wanna see a Hickey in a wet T-shirt, I'll call your mother, all right? Coach Lou, we talked about this.
- My problem? - Take off the shirt or come back down the ladder.
Let's go.
Come on, buddy.
- All the kids called me "Rasta Nipples.
" - Are they still that hairy? Yeah, but the rest of my chest has kinda caught up with them.
Looks like the floor of a barber shop.
I still don't like takin' my shirt off in public.
So you never jumped off the high dive like you wanted to? Nope.
Did you ever confront the people who hurt your feelings? - No, but that's- - So what did you do? You ran away and hid.
I thought they were callin' you "Pasta Nipples.
" I always wondered how they knew what your nipples tasted like.
Without a public defender the only other lawyer Joy could afford was herself.
- How's it going, lawyer lady? - Cruddy.
I need the damn Dummies Guide to the Dummies Guide.
I swear, it seems like half this legal stuff is written in Latin.
I can't even understand the damn cartoons.
Well, this cartoon is easy.
Obviously, the camel is suing for intentional tort because the turtle had prior knowledge that the rock was slippery and would cause physical injury as well as deny him his liberty to cross the stream, therefore leaving the turtle liable.
Wrong! It's a llama, not a camel, stupid.
I can't believe this.
I'm gonna have to go kiss that deaflady's ass.
That's definitely a dromedary camel.
I was havin'a hard time dealing with what Maggie had said.
So the next morning, I went to do somethin'about it.
- You're a jackass.
- Excuse me? Earl Hickey.
Very hairy nipples.
Look at that.
Hickey.
How are you, Hickey? You know, I could've jumped off that high dive with my shirt on but you made me stand up there like a freak while everybody laughed.
It was mean.
Because of you, I never got to experience the thrill of flyin' through the air into a pool of water on a hot summer day.
Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! What, you think I'm some kind of meathead teacher who gets his kicks pickin' on little kids? - I was under that impression, yeah.
- Yeah? Yeah? Did it ever occur to you that maybe I was making you take your shirt off for your own good? Please let my ear go! Of course the kids were gonna laugh at you, Hickey.
You had hairy nipples.
But so what? Listen.
Never let other people keep you from living your life, Hickey.
And never poke a gym teacher in his chest in front of his class.
Huh? I see you peein' in there, inchworm! Pinch it off! Coach Lou was right to almost pull off my ear.
I shouldn't have poked him.
And he was right about my nipples too.
Layin'there, I decided what I needed to do next.
So I realized I let bein' called a freak ruin somethin' fun for me and I decided I'm not gonna let that happen again.
So first thing tomorrow morning, I'm gonna go back down to that swimmin' pool and I'm gonna jump off that high dive shirtless and hairy.
And I want you to all come too.
Who's with me? Come on, guys.
You can do this.
- No, Earl, I'm sorry.
- Together, we'll break free from the judging stares of the world and live the lives we want to.
William.
Jean.
Come-Tommy.
Dude, you've got a hairy chest.
I've got hands like a freakin' lobster.
It's not the same.
Maggie? Hello? Can I come inside? Hey.
Um, where is the man who hears for you? That's okay.
I brought you somethin' you can read anyway.
They didn't have any for the hearing impaired so I got you a blind people card with all the bumps on it.
Listen, I can understand why you'd be mad at me.
I mean, it was wrong of me to think you'd be stupid just because you're deaf.
But in my defense, the only other deaf person I've known was stupid.
Actually, I think he might've been brain-damaged and maybe he really could hear, but he was missing an ear.
Anyway, the point is, I'm sorry I was unfair.
I mean, I know what it's like to be prejudiced against.
After all, my husband is black.
Mrs.
Whitlow.
Look, I can't go to jail.
Please.
I'm a mother.
And I know I might not be the best mother there ever was, but I love my kids.
And if I get locked up, who's gonna tuck them in at night and rub their bellies when they have tummy aches and kiss their little boo-boos till they smile? And if you take my case, I promise that I will give you the respect and dignity that you so clearly deserve.
Please help me.
Okay, Joy.
I'll represent you.
I'm sorry.
It's just if you could hear the way you sound.
It's cool, though.
It's cool.
I'm fine.
The next morning, I went down to the pool.
I was bummed no one wanted to come with me but I still wanted to prove somethin'to myself.
And, besides, all I needed was me, my two hairy nipples and a diving board.
But wantin'to do somethin'and actually doin'it are two different things.
- What are you guys doin' here? - We thought about what you said, Earl.
You're right.
We came here to live our lives and to watch you live yours.
I had never felt more brave in all my life.
And I'm pretty sure they hadn't either.
And their bravery didn't stop at the pool.
They set out to follow their dreams.
Paul became a stock trader.
Jean used her natural gift for massage to get her chiropractor's license.
William worked as a chef.
Maggie took her love for fixin'up houses and became a very successful house seller.
And it turned out all Tommy ever wanted was to be a kid.
That year, the Witzel traveling carnival had its rides and its fun foods but because of me, there was somethin'missing- the sideshow.
And I felt good about that.
To Earl! What a bunch of freaks.
- Hey, Earl.
- Yeah, Randy? You think I could grow a beard as nice as Maggie's? Maybe, if you're willin' to put in the time.
Oh, I'd put the time in.
I'd try real hard.
If I do grow a nice beard, you think they'd let me be in the carnival? Nah.
There's nothin' that special about a bearded man.
Unless you lit it on fire or somethin'.
But then you'd have to wait for it to grow back between shows so they probably wouldn't pay you too much.
They'd probably just give you, like, free snow cones or unlimited Ferris rides or somethin'.
Lightin' my face on fire? Screw that.
Yeah, that's what I think.
Good night, Earl.
Good night, Randy.
You know how those Amish people all chip in when it's time to build a barn? Well, that's what we do at the motel when waxin' Wilma's mustache.
Thanks for doing this, guys.
My husband said it's like French-kissing his brother Fred.
No problem, Wilma.
Maybe someday, I'll need unwanted hair ripped off my body and you'll be the one to hold me down.
Ow! Disturbin'as it was, starin'at Wilma's ripped-off mustache helped me decide what to do next on my list.
Number 91- made fun of Maggie Lester.
Class, I would like you to meet our new student, Maggie Lester.
She's from Arizona, and her parents are divorced.
Let's make her feel welcome.
Unfortunately for Maggie Tom Selleck was the biggest star on TV and, well, I was the biggestjerk in my class.
Wow! Look at the mustache on this girl.
Hey, look, everybody! It's Maggie P.
I! She remained Maggie P.
I.
until she left Williamsburg Junior High a couple months later to be homeschooled.
I never saw her again.
There's a lot of Lesters here, but I don't see any Maggies.
- There's a Maggie.
- That's a Maggie Larson, Randy.
Oh.
Both names have to be on the same line.
I feel bad for this Maggie Lester.
Children can be very cruel.
In my village, they used to laugh and call me Chupa Chups.
- That sounds cute.
- It was not cute.
It means "lollipop.
" I had a big head and a little body.
- I was always tipping over.
- Got it.
Here's a Maggie Lester livin' somewhere called Shady Grove.
While I was trackin'down my old classmate Maggie Joy was dealin'with a situation from her more recent past.
Baby, I love that spray-on stocking stuff.
It makes your legs look hot, and it makes me a little high.
And that's exactly how I want the public defender to feel when I meet him today.
I want him to think if he gets me off, I'll return the favor.
Damn it! I got Latina.
Recently, Joy had run into some trouble with the law.
She was arrested for grand theft auto and kidnappin'.
If convicted, it would be her third strike.
All right, now tell me if you can see my thong when I bend over.
What thong? Perfect.
Let's go.
And here.
Put these socks down your pants just in case he's gay.
Randy and I found Maggie's house.
And it turned out Shady Grove wasn't too far from Camden County.
This neighborhood is nice.
I hope Maggie remembers me.
- I'm never gonna find anyone to love me.
- What? Oh, nothin'.
I was just thinking of somethin' else.
- Maybe this is the wrong place.
- Coming.
Nope, this is the right place.
Remember me? - Earl Hickey and my brother Randy? - Earl Hickey from junior high? Wow! I didn't recognize you.
You look different with that mustache.
And you.
Look at you.
Maggie invited us in for cookies, and I explained all about my list.
So, uh, how can I make it up to you? We could wax your face.
Or your car.
We'll wax whichever.
Uh, 'cause it's not like your beard isn't, uh, beautiful and feminine.
It's okay, Earl.
I used to wax and shave and pluck.
And I even wore a ski mask for a while, but it made it impossible to go to the bank.
Then I realized this is just who I am.
It's my life.
It's my job.
Your job? Turned out Maggie was in the carnival business.
And as we got to know more about her, we found that she was very sweet, a great hostess, and had a lot of talents.
You got a real pretty house.
No plastic.
The wood's actually made of wood.
That was originally the kitchen door but I removed it and turned it into a table when I did my remodel.
A door for a table.
Wow.
You can touch it if you want to, Randy.
It's so soft.
I love fixing up houses.
Not to mention, it really increases their value.
Sounds smart.
I mean, anything you can do to incr- Randy? - But I'm not done yet.
- Yes, you are.
Well, I'm glad to know that, uh, you're doin' so good, Maggie.
- But you still gotta let me make this up to you.
- Oh, we were kids.
You know what the worst part was? You never got to know me as a person.
And today, you did that.
So you can cross me off your list, Earl.
Thanks, Maggie.
Maggie was right.
Not gettin'to know her was my mistake, a mistake I was glad to fix.
Well, she sure was nice.
I bet we would've been friends when we were kids if I wasn't so- Check it out.
He's off to see the Wizard.
Look at that tall guy, Earl.
He looks just like a Stretch Armstrong doll right before I pulled him in half.
- Hi, Paul.
- Man, look at her! Oh, my God! You know what this place must be? - A cartoon? - No.
I think it's where all the carnival people live when they aren't working.
It's a freak town.
Except for that kid.
He's normal.
Look at his hands, Earl! They're like lobsters but without the rubber bands to stop him from bitin' us with his hands.
This place is freaky, Randy.
Let's get outta here.
Wait a second.
I'm doin' it again, Randy.
I'm makin' fun of people 'cause they look a little different, just like I did with Maggie.
Karma brought us here for a reason.
I mean, what good is it to cross Maggie off the list if I'm gonna keep doing the same thing to other people? You know what, Randy? I'm gonna get to know every person in this neighborhood for who they are on the inside.
If you make friends with anybody, make friends with the tall guy.
I know where there's a Frisbee stuck in a tree.
When I went back and told Maggie I wanted to get to know her neighbors she thought it was a great idea and invited everybody over for a barbecue.
One by one, we got to know 'em, and we learned all kinds of things like the fact that William was a hell of a cook.
- This burger's delicious.
- Thank you.
It's black angus.
I don't think I can eat it now that I know the cow's name.
Kevin might've had a horn on his head but he didn't have a chip on his shoulder.
That's pretty cool.
Can you take your head on a plane? Not since 9/11.
We're all making sacrifices.
Kevin also worked magic with cars.
He had restored more than 20 all on his own.
And Paul knew everything about the stock market.
He didn't look down on us for not understandin'.
- He only looked down on us 'cause he was so tall.
- I'm confused.
You own $20,000 worth of Krispy Kremes, but you still have to pay for doughnuts? I don't get doughnuts.
I get dividends.
Mmm, dividends.
Are they like those little powdered Munchkins? - No offense, William.
- No worries.
Jean gave the most amazing neck rubs.
- Who's next? - Kevin? You can go.
I don't have a neck.
Well, son of a bitch.
I didn't even notice that.
Guess I was too busy lookin' at the horn.
Yeah, the horn kind of steals the show.
And Tommy taught me how to ride a skateboard without fallin'off and scraping my knees.
As we got to meet Maggie's neighbors, Joy got to finally meet her lawyer.
Wow! Look at you.
I'm glad you're the one that's gonna be handlin' my briefs.
Don't get insecure, baby.
It's all an act.
Oh, no, no.
I'm not your attorney.
I'll go get her.
"Her"? Darnell, there is no way in hell I want a woman to represent me.
Darnell, there is no way in hell I want a woman to represent me.
Nobody pays attention to a woman unless she's on their lap with two minutes left in the damn song.
That's not true.
There are a lot of smart women out there.
Diane Sawyer and that Chinese chick at the deli.
She always gets our order right, and she totally guessed who would win at the Kentucky Derby.
I'm Ruby Whitlow, and this is my interpreter Doug.
Hi.
Sorry I'm late.
Hey.
It's very nice to meet you.
Can you please tell her that I'm gonna need another lawyer? It's nothin' personal.
It's just I don't wanna be represented by somebody whose ears are only good for holdin' up glasses.
- Don't tell her that last part though.
- She can read lips.
Oh.
It's nothin' against the deaf.
Um, the way my kids act up most days I wish I couldn't hear.
No, but seriously, not to be rude.
I will let you bag my groceries, I will let you greet me at Wal-Mart I will even buy pencils from you at the bus station for an unreasonable price.
But this is my third strike, and I really just don't feel comfortable puttin' my life in your deaf hands.
- You understand that, right? - She says she's the lawyer the court appointed you.
And if you don't like it, you can represent yourself you ignorant white trash whore.
Well, those are tough words comin' from a woman who can't even say 'em! Come on, Darnell! Not surprisingly, carnival folk know how to have a good time.
So we stayed for hours.
Ringer! Score one for the freaks! - Nice.
- We're goin' again, right after I get another beer.
Man, that little freak can ring toss.
- Randy, don't call him a freak.
- But he called himself that.
Yeah, but that's like black guys callin' each other-you know.
- Brother man? - Look, just don't call these guys freaks.
Who wants to go to Shady Pond and skip some rocks? - I do! - I'll drive us.
I'm in, but somebody's gotta throw my rocks for me.
Earl, you need to turn the car around.
This isn't the way to Shady Pond.
I'm taking us to ice cream first.
My treat.
- I know the best place just a couple towns over.
- No, no, no! No, no.
I'm not going.
Mm-mmm.
What's goin' on? Why did everybody run? Shady Grove's our safe place.
If we leave here, people gawk at us.
It's like we're a traveling freak show.
But you are a travelin' freak show.
Look, we know we're different.
That's why we joined the carnival.
People coming into a tent and staring at us is the only way we can make a living.
But when we're not working, we don't want to be freaks.
We don't wanna be in a show.
That's why we all live in Shady Grove 'cause it's the only place we feel normal.
- But it was just a trip for ice cream.
- Soft serve.
It comes out of the machine in a star shape, kind of like one of them Play-Doh machines except you can't play with it 'cause it'll melt in your hands too fast.
- We're still gonna go, right? - I don't expect you guys to understand.
You don't know what it's like to have strangers pointing and laughing at you because of the way that you look.
You can't understand a freak until you've been treated like a freak.
Somethin'about what Maggie said made the weirdest thing happen.
My brain reminded me of somethin' I hadn't thought of in years.
Hey, Hickey, come on.
Take off that shirt.
Pool rules.
If I wanna see a Hickey in a wet T-shirt, I'll call your mother, all right? Coach Lou, we talked about this.
- My problem? - Take off the shirt or come back down the ladder.
Let's go.
Come on, buddy.
- All the kids called me "Rasta Nipples.
" - Are they still that hairy? Yeah, but the rest of my chest has kinda caught up with them.
Looks like the floor of a barber shop.
I still don't like takin' my shirt off in public.
So you never jumped off the high dive like you wanted to? Nope.
Did you ever confront the people who hurt your feelings? - No, but that's- - So what did you do? You ran away and hid.
I thought they were callin' you "Pasta Nipples.
" I always wondered how they knew what your nipples tasted like.
Without a public defender the only other lawyer Joy could afford was herself.
- How's it going, lawyer lady? - Cruddy.
I need the damn Dummies Guide to the Dummies Guide.
I swear, it seems like half this legal stuff is written in Latin.
I can't even understand the damn cartoons.
Well, this cartoon is easy.
Obviously, the camel is suing for intentional tort because the turtle had prior knowledge that the rock was slippery and would cause physical injury as well as deny him his liberty to cross the stream, therefore leaving the turtle liable.
Wrong! It's a llama, not a camel, stupid.
I can't believe this.
I'm gonna have to go kiss that deaflady's ass.
That's definitely a dromedary camel.
I was havin'a hard time dealing with what Maggie had said.
So the next morning, I went to do somethin'about it.
- You're a jackass.
- Excuse me? Earl Hickey.
Very hairy nipples.
Look at that.
Hickey.
How are you, Hickey? You know, I could've jumped off that high dive with my shirt on but you made me stand up there like a freak while everybody laughed.
It was mean.
Because of you, I never got to experience the thrill of flyin' through the air into a pool of water on a hot summer day.
Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! What, you think I'm some kind of meathead teacher who gets his kicks pickin' on little kids? - I was under that impression, yeah.
- Yeah? Yeah? Did it ever occur to you that maybe I was making you take your shirt off for your own good? Please let my ear go! Of course the kids were gonna laugh at you, Hickey.
You had hairy nipples.
But so what? Listen.
Never let other people keep you from living your life, Hickey.
And never poke a gym teacher in his chest in front of his class.
Huh? I see you peein' in there, inchworm! Pinch it off! Coach Lou was right to almost pull off my ear.
I shouldn't have poked him.
And he was right about my nipples too.
Layin'there, I decided what I needed to do next.
So I realized I let bein' called a freak ruin somethin' fun for me and I decided I'm not gonna let that happen again.
So first thing tomorrow morning, I'm gonna go back down to that swimmin' pool and I'm gonna jump off that high dive shirtless and hairy.
And I want you to all come too.
Who's with me? Come on, guys.
You can do this.
- No, Earl, I'm sorry.
- Together, we'll break free from the judging stares of the world and live the lives we want to.
William.
Jean.
Come-Tommy.
Dude, you've got a hairy chest.
I've got hands like a freakin' lobster.
It's not the same.
Maggie? Hello? Can I come inside? Hey.
Um, where is the man who hears for you? That's okay.
I brought you somethin' you can read anyway.
They didn't have any for the hearing impaired so I got you a blind people card with all the bumps on it.
Listen, I can understand why you'd be mad at me.
I mean, it was wrong of me to think you'd be stupid just because you're deaf.
But in my defense, the only other deaf person I've known was stupid.
Actually, I think he might've been brain-damaged and maybe he really could hear, but he was missing an ear.
Anyway, the point is, I'm sorry I was unfair.
I mean, I know what it's like to be prejudiced against.
After all, my husband is black.
Mrs.
Whitlow.
Look, I can't go to jail.
Please.
I'm a mother.
And I know I might not be the best mother there ever was, but I love my kids.
And if I get locked up, who's gonna tuck them in at night and rub their bellies when they have tummy aches and kiss their little boo-boos till they smile? And if you take my case, I promise that I will give you the respect and dignity that you so clearly deserve.
Please help me.
Okay, Joy.
I'll represent you.
I'm sorry.
It's just if you could hear the way you sound.
It's cool, though.
It's cool.
I'm fine.
The next morning, I went down to the pool.
I was bummed no one wanted to come with me but I still wanted to prove somethin'to myself.
And, besides, all I needed was me, my two hairy nipples and a diving board.
But wantin'to do somethin'and actually doin'it are two different things.
- What are you guys doin' here? - We thought about what you said, Earl.
You're right.
We came here to live our lives and to watch you live yours.
I had never felt more brave in all my life.
And I'm pretty sure they hadn't either.
And their bravery didn't stop at the pool.
They set out to follow their dreams.
Paul became a stock trader.
Jean used her natural gift for massage to get her chiropractor's license.
William worked as a chef.
Maggie took her love for fixin'up houses and became a very successful house seller.
And it turned out all Tommy ever wanted was to be a kid.
That year, the Witzel traveling carnival had its rides and its fun foods but because of me, there was somethin'missing- the sideshow.
And I felt good about that.
To Earl! What a bunch of freaks.
- Hey, Earl.
- Yeah, Randy? You think I could grow a beard as nice as Maggie's? Maybe, if you're willin' to put in the time.
Oh, I'd put the time in.
I'd try real hard.
If I do grow a nice beard, you think they'd let me be in the carnival? Nah.
There's nothin' that special about a bearded man.
Unless you lit it on fire or somethin'.
But then you'd have to wait for it to grow back between shows so they probably wouldn't pay you too much.
They'd probably just give you, like, free snow cones or unlimited Ferris rides or somethin'.
Lightin' my face on fire? Screw that.
Yeah, that's what I think.
Good night, Earl.
Good night, Randy.