[
first lines]
Lars:
[
at their father's funeral, they carry his coffin down the steps of a cathedral] Hold your end up higher, you're not holding it.
Ernie:
I am too.
Lars:
You are not.
Ernie:
Don't worry about me. Hey, isn't that suit charcoal?
Lars:
No.
Ernie:
Looks charcoal gray to me, some gray polyester blend. Couldn't even find a black suit for your own father's funeral.
Lars:
It's black.
Ernie:
No, I'm sure it's gray.
Lars:
It's black.
[
...]
more