Eagleheart2011

America:
Cockeyed Jenny. As I live and heave.

Cockeyed Jenny:
America! I haven't seen you for 15 years. Lost my number, did you?

America:
Has it really been that long, Ma?

Cockeyed Jenny:
Aye, that it has, son. What brings you back to me?

America:
Just wanted to say goodbye, Ma. This time tomorrow, I'll probably be selling lemonade in hell.

Cockeyed Jenny:
You're in trouble?

America:
Plenty. But all I'm sorry for is the trouble I've caused you, Ma.

Cockeyed Jenny:
There were a lot of sleepless nights, 'Merc.

America:
You sure are a sight for sore eyes, Ma.

Cockeyed Jenny:
And you for sore lips.

[as America and his Ma kissed, America shoots her mother]

America:
Sorry, Ma. Couldn't have you squealin'. But before you die, I gotsta know -- Who was my real pops?

Cockeyed Jenny:
I wish I knew, son. There were so many.

[siren wails coming outside the window]

America:
Cops! I hate cops! Smell you later, Ma!

America:
Oh, yeah, and if anybody asks, a black guy shot ya.