[Narrating]
I checked my list of Rambler Wagons, and there it was: Nunamaker. Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I was finally home.
[Joe comes up to his childhood house only to find it's been condemned]
Sir? Hey mister! You know the people who live here, Nunamaker?
[In a thick Cajun accent]
They move.
W-what's that?
Move! They move! 'bout... 15 year ago. Had a lil' boy. Had same kinda haircut you got now. [laughs] God da', you outta date, boy.
Yeah, man, that little boy, that's me. My parents were-this was my home. I though this was it this time.
Nah, home is where you make it.
Ya like to see homos naked?
[repeats phrase, this time with a firmer tone of voice]
Home is where you make it.
You like to see homos naked. That's cool, man. Whatever.
No no no no. Home is where you make it. Home, where you make it.
Oh.
Ev'body know dat. Goddamn, boy.
