Moral Orel, Season 3

After trying to get Shapey back from the Posabule family, Bloberta has ended up with both Shapey and Block, who bond quickly.

Shapey and Block:
Mine!

Shapey:
Cake?

Block:
Cake!

Shapey:
Yummy?

Block:
Yummy!

Shapey:
Mine?

Both:
Mine! [They laugh happilly]

Rev. Putty:
Bloberta! What brings you...

Bloberta:
Reverend, I want you.

Rev. Putty:
I... uh... I'm sorry?

Bloberta:
I need you. I have this feeling.

Rev. Putty:
Oh, well, uh... Meet me at the church repressional.

Bloberta:
No! I want to be with you! I want your mind, your body. I want to get close to you in anyway. Touch you, anywhere. I'm yours, all yours!

Rev. Putty:
AAAAHHHH!!! (ejaculates in his pants and falls on his knees) I'm done.

Bloberta:
What?

Rev. Putty:
I'm done! Go away! Go a million miles away! (slams the door)

[phone rings in Nohammer's Hardware]

Don Nohammer:
Nohammer's Hardware? [bothered] Yes, we have hammers! [slaps his head in frustration] No, it's just my name!

FOUR WEEKS BEFORE THE HUNTING TRIP...

Bloberta:
Good afternoon.

Clay:
Oh, yeah? What's so afternoon about it?

Bloberta:
Well, it's 4:30 P.M. What kind of an example is that for your son?

Clay:
Don't worry about Orel, he's fine! A chip off the 'ol block, out of my flesh and...

[Clay opens the door to the bathroom to find Orel bathing in the blood of his friends, who are standing around with knives and other sharp things.]

Clay:
...blood...?

Orel:
Oh, hi, dad. Pretty great, huh?

[On day one of being grounded from church, everyone is ready for church; Orel is sitting on the couch in his Sunday suit]

Clay:
What are you dressed up for? Got a big date or something?

Orel:
I thought maybe you'd have a change of heart.

Clay:
Change of heart!? Orel, change is only for hippies and underwear.

Clay:
Nighty-night Orel. All us well behaved little boys like me and Shapey and your mom have to get up early for church tomorrow.

Doctor Potterswheel:
Its not healthy to be dead that long

Doughy:
Oh boy, I hope I don't get caught in the rainstorm! I sure wish God would use his tricky magic and make church come to me for once

[Orel, dressed in a cardboard church he has made, bumps into Doughy]

Doughy:
Hooray! My wish has been miracle-ized! [See's Orel's head pop out of the cardboard church] Oh, it's you, Orel; I thought you were a church

Orel:
I am a Church!

[Orel opens his eyes after dying for the third time]

Nurse Bendy:
Well, at least his eyes are alive.

[Clay has finished spanking Orel, causing Orel to forget his enlightenment]

Clay:
I hope that's taught you a lesson, son.

Orel:
It sure has! I'm never gonna do that [Shocking his heart], with those [Defibrillator pads], in there [The Hospital], for that long, ever again!

Clay:
Good boy, son...good boy...

[Pause]

Clay:
Orel, how would you like to go on a father-and-son outing together?

Orel:
Father and son; and how!

[After Orel's second death]

Clay:
Orel, these near-death experiences are getting a little tiresome...and expensive. Now, I don't want to have to sign another one of your death certificates!

[After Orel wakes up for the first time]

Doctor Potterswheel:
It's a miracle!

Clay:
A miracle? So it's free?

Doctor Potterswheel:
Well, gauze is expensive.

Clay:
Knew it...

Clay:
Wait a minute! you're asking me to take responsibility for what Orel does?

Rev. Putty:
I know it's a tall order.

Clay:
90% of the time, I'm not even responsible for my own action!

Principal Fakey:
What if you quit drinking?

Clay:
(mockingly) Yeah, what if?

Four weeks and one day ago...

Bloberta:
I hate you Jesus,

Clay:
You rotten little fink,

Officer Papermouth:
Your sermon never pleases,

Doctor Potterswheel:
And all your parables all stink,

Mr.Figgurelli:
Your eyes and beaty nose is weird and goofy basket case,

Old Woman:
I'd like to take that stupid beard and rip it off face!

Rev.Putty:
Prancing gayly on the water, a long haired scrony clod, you maybe someones daughter but you sure ain't the son of....

Everybody:
[In church] Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-God, I hate you Jesus, with your boring miracles, you smell like a hundred cheeses have been shoved right up...shoved right up...shoved right up my nose!!

Orel:
Wow! Everybody sure hates Jesus! Whoops...

Miss Sculptham:
Yes, everyone is innocent until they reach the seductively dangerous age of eighteen or over

Miss Sculptham:
Look, I teach school, which has nothing to do with life, so don't pin this on me!

(After being told about "the children's crusade")

Orel:
Did the children's crusade really work?

Miss Sculptham:
of course they probably did, how dare you question things when I don't!

Bloberta:
Good afternoon.

Clay:
Oh, yeah? What's so afternoon about it?

Bloberta:
Well, it's 4:30 P.M. What kind of an example is that for your son?

Clay:
Don't worry about Orel, he's fine! A chip off the 'ol block, out of my flesh and...

[Clay opens the door to the bathroom to find Orel bathing in the blood of his friends, who are standing around with knives and other sharp things.]

Clay:
...blood...?

Orel:
Oh, hi, dad. Pretty great, huh?

Reverend Putty:
Do you know what babies mean to God? That's right: job security

Miss Censordoll:
I am not "Holier-than-thou", Mother. But I am Holier than you.

Nurse Bendy:
Firstly, we must all pray for grace! Dear Lord in Godland, bless this mess of delicious food and thank you kindly for keeping our joyous family together under this one love-filled roof! We all need people who aren't mean to me or that don't act like they care about doing dirty, awful things to you. [becoming more despondent with each sentence] We need family because they care that I'm a real person who has thoughts of sadness, sometimes, along with happy thoughts or scared or aloneness thoughts. I feel thoughts of emotions and I need people to know that. So, thank you for keeping this family in good... shape. [suddenly cheerful again] The end for now, while we eat, signed, my family. [wipes a tear from her eye] Wow. My eye is really sweating up a storm here.

Some of the paper clippings on Ms. Sculptham's mirror:

"FORCEFUL ADULTERER PROWLS MORALTON"

"TOWN UNCOMFORTABLE WITH RAMPANT SEX CRIMES, 'Talking about this may be inevitable...' "

"RUDOLPH VIOLEN-TINO STRIKES AGAIN! 36 year old housewife:
"He forced me into my first orgasm!"

"MORALTON PAPERS FORCED TO PRINT THE WORD 'RAPE!!!', 'We can't ignore this story anymore...' "

"TRESPASS-ENOVA!!!"

HUSBANDS FINALLY FED UP WITH RAPES! "The little woman just hasn't been herself lately"

VICTIMS SHARE COMMON CHARACTERISTICS:
All Had Their Doors Unlocked

"DON('T) JUAN STILL ON THE PROWL!, Irked husband:
"I don't even do that with my spouse!"

"SERIAL RAPIST IS ON THE LOOSE! This time it's not Orel"

(On the radio, during the ending credits)

Rev. Putty:
Amen...OK, I'm outta here.

Man:
No. Whoa, whoa, wait, wait.

Rev. Putty:
What? I said "Amen". Don't you listen?

Man:
You have a half a minute to fill here.

Rev. Putty:
Look, I already said "Amen". That means "the end" in Bible jabber.

Man:
You're scheduled to the top of the hour.

Rev. Putty:
Boo-hoo. When I'm done, I'm done.

Man:
It was too short.

Rev. Putty:
You're too short.

Man:
Hey, come on.

Rev. Putty:
What's the matter--kidney problems? How's the weather down there?

Man:
Same as--

Rev. Putty:
Hey, don't you midgets (In a squeaky voice) usually sound like you inhaled helium?

Man:
All right, look. I don't have--

Rev. Putty:
Oh, sorry. You shrimps prefer "little people", don't you?

Man:
Is this because you're bald? Is that it?

Rev. Putty:
(angrily) I have hair on the sides!

Man:
OK. Time's up. Thanks for filling.

Rev. Putty:
I'm gonna kill you!

Orel:
Where did you learn to shoot like that, Doughy?

Doughy:
I don't know. I guess you juts have to act like nobody cares; like, nothing you ever do really means anything to anybody. You know, like you're totally invisible

Doughy:
Hey, sheriff? You want me to stay here to make sure that Orel doesn't goof anything up? Or maybe you can take me on the hunting trip with you, sheriff.

Clay:
Oh ho ho, Doughy. That was just a ploy to get Orel to shoot better. Why, you could be Lee Harvey Oswald and I still wouldn't bring you on that trip with me.

Joe:
Hey Orel, where are you going tagging along with your dad like a goofy-two-shoes?

Orel:
My dad's taking me hunting

Joe:
Cool! I love killing things! It's funny!

Orel:
Yeah...

Joe:
You should try shooting animals right in the legs, that way, It'll be easier to punch them to death!

Joe:
Um...are you my mom?

Nurse Bendy:
What? Who told you that?

Joe:
Some dummy...

Nurse Bendy:
How can I be your mom? I've never even hit you!

Orel:
Mom, why did you marry dad?

Bloberta:
Oh wellll... Why not?

Miss Censordoll:
Come along, girls; we have a protest to launch! Remember: "Satan starts a-cryin' when you use a clever rhyme"

Bloberta:
Um...I didn't get a sign, Fran

Miss Censordoll:
You know the rule, Bloberta: "Last one to spurn, first one to burn". It appears we won't be needing your services today

Bloberta:
But I want to spurn! How about i think up of some slogans for the rally? I can be a clever one!

Miss Censordoll:
Hmmm...fine. Finish this one: "Unbridled free thinking leads to...?"

Bloberta:
Free thinking...free thinking...free thinking? This that even a word?

Miss Censordoll:
Two words; some call it a phrase

Mrs Hymentact:
Modella, I'm surprised at you

Modella Hymentact:
It wasn't I, mother

Mrs Hymentact:
Well, it certainly wasn't our dear, little Lunchbox here

Bloberta:
Mom, that was me singing...along with the family

Mrs Hymentact:
Really, Bloberta; you know we don't need two sopranos, and your older sister has perfect pitch

Bloberta:
I know

Raymond Hymentact:
Oh please, nobody's per--

Mrs Hymentact:
RAYMOND!!!

Raymond Hymentact:
I'll shut up!

Arthur:
Now can you please pass me the ketchup that you killed your mother with?

Paramedic 1:
I'm sorry, Mr Puppington, cardiac arrest

Paramedic 2:
She was in heaven before we got here

Arthur:
No...there is no heaven... [Clay hugs him, crying] I don't need anymore of your leftovers

Clay:
You'll go to hell for saying there's no heaven

[Arthur raises his arm to slap him, but stops]

Arthur:
You're not even worth it

Clay:
Not worth it?

[Young Clay and Arthur are at Angela's funeral. Everyone except Arthur says "Amen."]

Clay:
You really should say "amen" at your own wife's funeral. [Arthur slaps him.]

[They are now at Angela's grave and Arthur hangs a wreathe of flowers on the cross]

Clay:
My mom wouldn't want you to cover her cross with flowers. [Arthur slaps him]

Angela:
Only God could explain why you stayed here with me, and your brothers and sisters didn't. It must have been all that praying I did during the pregnancy with you. Do you know I didn't even smoke? Imagine being that preoccupied that you forget to even light up a cigarette every once in a while. My stomach was tied in such knots, and...I was so steeped in all my prayers that I couldn't even force down a highball. I mean, if it wasn't for food, I would've wasted away to nothing; and of course, through everything that was going on through my mind, I never had time to horseback ride or go on a roller coaster. And that trampoline out back, that practically went to waste. With all that lack of exercise, it's a wonder you were ever born at all.

Clay:
Mom, do you mean to tell me that you are telling me that I'm not your precious only ever?

Angela:
Well, you're my precious only living ever. By default

Clay:
You lied to me!

Angela:
No!

Clay:
You lied to me, mommy! I am not gonna be your precious only living ever anymore!

Angela:
No, Clarence! I mean, Clay, wait!

Closeface

There's a blurry girl at the end of my nose

Her name is Closeface

And when she backs away, I don't know where she goes

That crazy Closeface

She's really different, but she's kind of like you

But her eyes are bigger and there's not always two

If it ever was not Closeface, I would be so scared

There's a dirty girl and she whispers to me.

Closeface, where is that Closeface

I don't know how much she weighs, but she's as big as I can see

Closeface, got to be Closeface

I think she thinks that I'm a perfect match

Cause I'm just her type when we are attached

And when she backs away, you are always right there

[Orel is trying to find a date to the Arms-Length Dance]

Orel:
You see, I think Stephanie's kind of lost because she never had anyone special to take to the Arm's Length Dance; and as far as I can see, bringing someone special to that is important to her happiness and maybe even mine.

[Block enters the room and starts annoying Orel.]

Orel:
Knock it off Shapey- I mean Block- Block?! [gasps] Christina! Of course! There is someone special in my life! But, I'm not supposed to like her, because she's different. Unless, you don't mind? Please give me a sign, would you mind if--

Block:
No!

Orel:
Wow! Of all the things he could have said!

Rev. Putty:
Hiya, kiddo.

Stephanie:
Dad! Hey. Shouldn't you be in there thwarting sexual encounters?

Rev. Putty:
Nah, I'm tired of being that guy.

Stephanie:
Good. I wouldn't want you to do to Orel what you did to us.

Rev. Putty:
Us? Us who?

Stephanie:
You know, me and my date, all those years ago?

Rev. Putty:
Well, I don't remember. It mustn't have been anything too shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Stephanie:
Sounds like you got a leak there, Reverend.

Rev. Putty:
You!

Stephanie:
Ah, you remember! Well don't worry, nothing came of it. I just hope Orel has better luck with love than I do.

Rev. Putty:
Are you kidding? You can't compare you and her to Orel and his little Orellette.

Stephanie:
Why, because we're two girls, and Tolerance is only a pretend theme?

Rev. Putty:
No. Because she didn't care for you.

Stephanie:
...wow. You remember it better than I do.

Rev. Putty:
Yeah, I remember. When you've had my track record with love that stuff hits you like a ton of bricks. I felt bad for ya. But, if you keep playing that song, we might both get lucky tonight.

Dotty:
Florence, pull yourself together; it's embarrassing enough to be your friend!

Florence:
Dottie...we are not friends.

Dotty:
I just don't know where I put it all. Do you?

Florence:
No, I don't know where you put it all.

Dotty:
I meant you. Where do you put it?

Florence:
Yes...I know where I...put it all...

Florence:
These are my zebras.

Rev. Putty:
Oh, boy...

Florence:
Do you like them?

Rev. Putty:
Uh, Florence...

Florence:
I've been collecting them since I was seven.

Rev. Putty:
That's sad-- I mean nice.

Rev. Putty:
[Having sex with Florence] Oh god, oh god, oh god-- Dotty!! Oh, god, what have I done?

Florence:
It's okay, I understand.

Rev. Putty:
No, that's not what I'm talking about...

Dotty:
It's so dark in here, and cold. Oh well, I'll just go and get myself another husband. Oh god, this is so humiliating.

Florence:
No!

Dotty:
Please, Florence. You left Roger, not the other way around. You got to do the humiliating, I didn't.

Rev. Putty:
Well, if you remember last week's sermon, I ended it with a little cliffhanger: What was in the tomb when Mary Magdalene and company checked it out? Well, here's the answer: nothing. Nothing was in the tomb. Now, usually, nothing is a down. One big goose egg. Well, this time the goose laid a golden egg, people. Nothing meant "hope" for everyone. So the next time you look and see nothing, have a little hope for me. Amen.

Clay:
[Banging on the window] Come on!

Dolly:
Hi, Clay.

Clay:
What is it? A holiday, Dolly?

Dolly:
Easter good enough for you?

Clay:
Oh... Right...

Clay:
Don't look at me like that. I'm very responsible.

Dolly:
Usually.

Clay:
Dolly, if I go to work, today...I'm gonna kill someone.

Dolly:
Well, I guess when you have a family, that's the sacrifice you make.

Clay':
Sacrifice! Exactly! I sacrificed. The ultimate sacrifice: my happiness for my kids! You bet I did! You bet I did. And I do it again, too! I'd do over and over again! That's my life! Over, and over, and over, and over, and over...

Dolly:
Okay, Clay. I get the point.

Clay:
NO. YOU. DON'T! And over, and over, and over, and over, and over...

Dolly:
Well, the reverend sacrificing is very fitting on a day like today.

Clay:
Oh, really? Why especially today, Albert Vaginastein?

Dolly:
Easter! The reverend sacrificing like the Lord has sacrificed.

Clay:
Golly, imagine the loser Florence is getting sloppy with.

Officer Papermouth:
You better stop that!

Rev. Putty:
Yeah, that's no way to talk about a guy you don't even know!

Officer Papermouth:
Well, I don't care about the guy...

Rev. Putty:
No, uh, I mean, it's insulting to you.

Officer Papermouth:
And Florence.

Putty:
Yes, and you! You're a handsome man. I'm sure the fellow who sleeps with Florence is at least as handsome, if not more.

Officer Papermouth:
...Um...Yeah...

Clay:
Well, I think Jesus would say you're both nuts. This guy is probably some hard-luck sap that feeds off female desperation as much as he's desperate himself. (He is referring to Putty, but Papermouth doesn't know that)

Clay:
Well, well, well, Dr. Quentin Xavier Potterswheel!

Potterswheel:
Clay.

Clay:
Hey, Doc, we were just talking about ex-wives.

Potterswheel:
Uh, I'm a widower.

Clay:
Oh, right, right. Must be nice to lose a wife to sickness and death instead of her just plain ol' getting sick of you.

Potterswheel:
No... Not so nice, especially when you're a doctor.

Clay:
She just loved those painkillers! Probably didn't even realize she was infected, right Doc?

Potterswheel:
She was... quite comfortable when she passed.

Clay:
"Numb", some call it! Now, me and Jesus, we like to feel the pain. Tell me, doc. Did some of those painkillers protect her against you?

Potterswheel:
What does that mean?

Clay:
You know. The pain. Of you. Day in, day out, being there. With that face. Not knowing what to say. Not caring anymore. Not even knowing that you'll probably only care about her when it's finally too late. Forgetting about all those desperate- those desperate years you spent alone, your barren years when no woman would even consider resting her tired head on your shaky little shoulder. Stinking of belly semen. Why even wipe? And when you finally get one of these [Points at Dolly and imitates a fanfare] coveted pieces of tail that have been built up as the grand trophy in your nothing life, you try desperately to keep it. Not to protect it! But to hoard it. To keep it away from the other wolves and jackals circling your territory! And you realize, all too soon, that you're not good enough! That maybe there was a jerk-off called Darwin after all. And that you never acknowledged his existence because you knew deep inside that you were really what you feared you were-- weak. And passive. And ultimately, broken by the ones who were made the fittest. And that through your weaknesses, you built up a poison that poisoned others around you. [About to cry] That you love. And the only true justice was to let those dominant jackals feed on you. Survive off you.

[After everyone has left the bar]

Clay:
With all you people as role models, no wonder my son is...sensitive...

Shapey:
Mommy?

Bloberta:
Not now, Shapey. No milk.

Shapey:
When I'm thirsty, it feels how I feel when I'm alone.

Orel:
Gosh. Things sure have changed around here.

Clay:
For you see, people don't always say what's on their minds.

Orel:
They don't? That's silly.

Clay:
Don't ever call it silly, son. Not saying what's on our mind is what this country is based on.

[Orel stands stoically in Clay's study. Clay stares blankly at Orel]

Clay:
[Awkward] So, uh...how are...things...Orel?

Orel:
[quick and blunt] I think we should get right to the lecture and punishment because I have a lot to do.

Clay:
Whoa! Mister Busy!

Orel:
You had six months to talk.

Clay:
The last six months were not filled with you helping some mad woman campaign against me and my job!

Orel:
You don't even like your job.

Clay:
Like? Like?! No-one likes their job! Have you listened to anything I've ever said in here? Does this chair absorb my voice? Did all these dead animal heads eat my words before they reached your delicate little ears?!

Orel:
Can I go now?

Clay:
You know that thing that you do with your hands, and mouth, and throat, and stomach? That thing called "eating?" Well, say goodbye to that forever if I lose my position in this town because of you!

Orel:
I will.

Clay:
Okay!! [Normally] You can go.

Orel:
People just don't say what's on their minds, dad.

Clay:
Don't give me that, that's my line!

Orel:
Well...guess it's true

Clay:
Of course it's true! The mind is a scary, scary, scary thing!

Orel:
Why?

Clay:
Because somewhere, way down deep inside, in all it's twisted catacombs and dank, dark hallways, there lies an even scarier more monstrously, horrifying entity

Orel:
W-w-w-w-what?

Clay:
Truth.

Orel:
Officer Papermouth, I think it's about time you started forcing people into not buying sinful, disgusting eggs.

Officer Papermouth:
Sorry, Orel, but I can only employ police brutality when it's officially against the law.

Orel:
Mister Mayor, I have a sugges-

Clay:
Orel?

Orel:
Dad?!

Clay:
What are you doing here?

Orel:
You're the mayor?

Clay:
Yeah, don't remind me. Stinking dead-end job...

Clay:
Reverend Moderator, citizens of Moralton, friends, I have been criticized quite intensely for the outlawing of our little gooey breakfast buddies. I have been called a calloused hunter by my esteemed opponent. Does hunting and death really pose such a horrible threat to this town? Death, dear friends, is the best thing ever! Death is the beginning of our everlasting life. The only eggs I smash are the eggs of filth, the inhuman eggs that squeeze with vile evil, through the tantalizingly moist passage of feminine foul temptation, [is now becoming more and more lustful] protruding from our mother, bit by bit, with wrongful, erotic succulence. Completely enveloped by that soiled, evil, maternal opening.

Orel:
Coach?

Daniel Stopframe:
[muttering] Great, his son.

Orel:
Uh, can I ask you something?

Daniel Stopframe:
Look, Orel. Just get out of- [sees Orel normally] Orel, What's wrong with your face?

Orel:
Golly! Why?

Daniel Stopframe:
It looks...just like you.

Orel:
Oh, yeah. It's been like that for a while now.

Orel:
Dad?

Clay:
[To the stuffed bear] And another thing, growlie, always honor thy father. That Commandment wasn't even lost, so there's no excuse not to remember it.

Rev. Putty:
[Playing solitaire] Aha! Beat you again, Nobody!

[Stopframe takes Orel's crutch and Orel gets onto the ice-rink]

Orel:
Wow! you were right!

Daniel Stopframe:
Hey, I never thought I was good with kids.

Orel:
Well, you are a great school gym teacher.

Daniel Stopframe:
Believe me, that job has nothing to do with being good with kids.

Orel:
[seeing a picture of Clay and Stopframe] Coach, you like my dad the way my mom likes my dad, don't you?

Daniel Stopframe:
Your mom likes your dad?

Orel:
Oh, it's no use. There's nothing honorable about my father you can tell me about, because there's nothing honorable about him!

Daniel Stopframe:
Orel, your father, somehow, in his own blundering way, made you. And that's honorable.

Clay:
What are you doing here with my son?!

Orel:
Stop!

Clay:
The thought of you two together makes my skin crawl!

Orel:
Please! All we were doing was...having a nice time. For the first Christmas in...I don't know how long. I felt relaxed and full of joy.

Clay:
This...is...rape! You raped my son!

Bloberta:
What?

Clay:
With niceness, in order to get to me! Well, it worked, you got to me! Now you stay away from him! He's not yours, I am! [He stops, realizing what he's just said] I mean-- he's mine, my son! Oh, I miss you..., Orel. I need you in my life..., Orel. And I...I...I...love you.

Bloberta:
[Bitterly] We should go.

Clay:
I love you, I love you, I love you..., Orel.

Orel:
Come on, dad, it's late

Clay:
No! [He takes a step towards Stopframe, but cracks a picture of the two]

Daniel Stopframe:
He's right. It's too late.

Rev. Putty:
Today's Christmas sermon is about family. What is family? Well, a lot of times, family is just a bunch of people who are forced to be together just because they came out of each other, but every so often...a miracle happens. A loving family, just like that-out of nowhere. Now, what causes this? A belief in God, a strong moral structure, blind luck? Who knows? Who cares? Ah, you're not gonna get any answers out of me. I'm just a puppet for the Big Guy. I don't write this stuff. The end. I mean, Amen. Nah, who am I kidding? The end.

Miss Censordoll:
Finish this one: "Unbridled free thinking leads to...?"

Bloberta:
Free thinking...free thinking...free thinking? This that even a word?

Miss Censordoll:
Two words. Some call it a phrase.

Arthur:
I want to see you in my study. Now.

[Arthur gives Clay Ol' Gunny]

Arthur:
Clay, it's been a grand Puppington tradition that the head of the household passes down Ol' Gunny to his firstborn son. But I am not passing it onto you now because of that tradition. I am in fact ending the tradition. There will be no coming of the age hunting trip. I don't want this in my possession anymore. It's tainted. With blood.

Clay:
Sure it's not just ketchup?

Arthur:
No, look closer. You killed your mother with this gun.

Clay:
You know, it's a sin to bear false witness.

[Arthur raises his hand to strike Clay, but stops]

Clay:
Oh, oh, oh, and remember the last lost sixty-third commandment: Thou shalt never forget thy loaded a gun when thou has an innocent child in the house!

Arthur has already left Clay alone]

Arthur:
I blame myself for how you treated Orel.

Clay:
Orel is doing fine...ish.

Arthur:
Well, I have to admit, I was kind of surprised he didn't know about God for so long in this God-forsaken, God-fearing town. Why?

Clay:
I didn't have the confidence to answer any of his questions, let alone talk about God (he starts crying) because I felt worthless.

(Both Arthur and Clay recall when the younger version of the former told the childhood version of the latter, "You're not even worth it." This resulted in Clay associating abuse with worth and attention.)

Clay:
But now I know that's the answer to EVERY ONE of his questions!!! I never want you to see Orel again.