The Happy Comedian Season 2, Issue 7, Pan Changjiang's sketch. A script for washing feet.

Director: TongFu.kabu

Screenwriter: Geng Songxue

Starring: Pan Changjiang

Best Supporting Actor: Liang

Background music:

Grandson: Dad, is it hot?

Son: Cool, (heating water)

Grandson: Is it still cold?

Son: It's hot.

Grandson: Cold or hot?

Son: Just right.

Grandson: Oh

Son: Son, you don't have to wash your father's feet. Say what you want, and dad will buy it for you. Do not play with it.

Grandson: This is my teacher's homework. I will wash my father's feet when I get home. You have to cooperate, okay?

Son: Yeah.

Background music. . . .

Grandson: Dad, are you moved?

Son: Well, I'm a little touched.

Grandson: Dad, I will often wash your feet in the future. Our teacher said that children must be filial, you know? !

Son: Stop washing.

Grandson: Hey.

Son: I'm leaving.

Grandson: Hey, Dad, what are you going to do?

Son: I have never washed your grandfather's feet for more than 30 years. I have to do this homework today, too.

Grandson: Hey ~ Dad, don't tell Grandpa that this is the homework left by the teacher.

Son: Why?

Grandson: I said I wouldn't be moved.

Son: Well, don't worry, I won't say anything.

,,,,, Go to a nursing home,,,

Son: Hey, isn't this Uncle Guo?

Guo: I am young again.

Son: Hey, Uncle Guo, let me ask you something.

Guo: What is it?

Son: Where does my father live?

K: Oh, three o two.

Son: Hey, thank you, thank you.

Guo: You're welcome. Ah, I thought my son was there.

,,,,,,,

Pan: Singing,,, (I was betrothed to the Zhao family since I was a child. I don't know, Pearl. How should I marry him? Cold and dripping. ,,,)

Son: Dad, singing opera.

Pam: Who are you?

Son: Who else, your son?

Pam: Oh, how did you grow so tall? Obviously a head taller than me.

Son: Oh, what's so strange about that? Normal people are better than you. Hey, hey, hey, come on, sit down

Pam: Don't babble. You don't usually come back. Why do you want to come back today?

Son: Dad, I miss you.

Pam: (leaving my son) Come on. Isn't it foggy? Are you going the wrong way?

Son: Oh, what's the matter, Dad? I came back today to do something.

Pam: I told you, don't come back if you have nothing to do. As the saying goes, the weasel must pay New Year greetings to chickens because of money! Come on, how much do you want when you come back today?

Son: I don't want money.

Damn it.

Son: What do you want? You really are (going to the back room).

Pan: Hey ~ ~, keep the change. There are no old ladies in the house. Come back for free Who would believe it? ! be free of charge

Son: (takes out the footbath)

Pan: Son, I want to eat steamed buns. Dad will give you stuffing.

Son: What stuffing? Come on, come on, put your feet in.

Pam: What are you doing? Barbecued pork bun

Son: What barbecued pork bun? Wash feet. Let's go

Pam: Wash your feet? !

Son: Sit still (take off Pan's shoes,), Dad, are you moved?

Pam: (dragging his foot back) I dare not move, I dare to run, (running away)

Son: (get rid of), hey, dad, why are you running? Dad, take off your shoes quickly.

Pam: Son, you are really something. How did you know I hid the money in my shoes? Son, 500 yuan, that's all. You can take it.

Son: I don't want it.

Pam: Too few.

Son: No.

Pam: Smelly?

Son: Oh, dear.

Pam: Never mind. Wash it. Wash it. It is dry. You can spend it.

Son: Dad, stop fooling around and take off your socks.

Stop it! Master, you are definitely the master,

Son: What's wrong? !

Pam: How do you know there is still a thousand dollars hidden in my socks? Ah, son, let me tell you the truth. Just 1500 outside my house. I'll give it to you. Ah, it's over. I have no money. Here, here.

Son: Dad, you misunderstood. I'm not who I used to be. You should look at the problem from a developmental perspective (put money in your pocket).

Pam: Yes, I understand. You are getting more and more shameless now.

Son: Alas, this, this, I am used to it. Hehe, Dad (escapes the money to Pan)

Pam: You go home and rub my dad's shoulder and take my 3,000 yuan. You go home and hit me on the back. I paid the property management fee for you for one year. I have to wash my feet today. It won't get better after washing. Oh, look, look, this guy, even with soup and water, can't give me 350 thousand after washing?

Son: Oh, Dad, can't you trust me for a while?

Pam: No.

Son: Come on, Dad, stand up and look me in the eye.

Pam: Where are your eyes, please?

Son: Seriously, do you feel my sincerity?

Pam: No.

Son: Then watch it for a while.

Pam: I can't watch any more, or I'll throw up.

Son: If you throw up, you have to watch. You can either wash your feet or look at me.

Pam: Then I'd better wash my feet. Oh, I have to get ready first.

Son: I can't believe it. I can't conquer you with my face value?

Pam: (coming out in rubber shoes)

Son: Dad, what do you mean?

Pam: No, son, if you really want to wash it, you can wash it with boots. No, I'm more at ease if you wash it like this.

Son: Is this cleaning shoes or washing feet?

Pam: Oh, that's what it means. Is it that important?

Daughter: Dad, I'm back.

Pam: Oh, girl, you came back just in time.

Daughter: Brother? ! Is that you? God, this family hasn't come back for years. Why are you so tall?

Son: Oh, don't be poor with me. I came back today to do something.

Daughter: Yes, you won't come back if nothing happens.

Son: I want to wash my father's feet.

Daughter: Dad (Pan: Hmm) Is our house going to be demolished?

Pam: I haven't heard of it.

Daughter: Then why did my brother wash your feet for no reason?

Pam: I'm thinking about it, too

Daughter: There must be something wrong. I can't let him succeed. Ah, Kuang, if you dare to wash your father's feet, I will dare to give him a bath. You can't take advantage of it alone, can you?

Son: What did I take advantage of? I, I washed my father's feet. How do I use it?

Daughter: Brother, fifteen years ago, you rubbed my mother's shoulder, and her mother's gold necklace wrapped around her neck. Ten years ago, you compensated my dad for playing chess and gave him a car. Dad somehow changed it for you. Five years ago, my parents' new house just arrived, and you excitedly invited them for a drink. On that day, my parents moved away. You stood at the door without waving. This is the fifth year. what do you want to do? !

Pam: Yes, what do you want!

Son: What are you doing, washing your feet? Didn't you see the footbath?

Pan: That's not a footbath, it's a cornucopia, right?

Son: Oh, Dad, is it illegal to wash feet?

Pam, daughter: guilty.

Son: I am guilty. I am a criminal. Come on, I have to wash your feet, no matter what I say today.

Daughter: Dad, look, my brother would rather admit his crime than wash your feet with a white face. Why don't we try our luck with a month's pension?

Pam: Have a try?

Daughter: Take a gamble.

Pam: Yes, there is a shoe box under the bed, and there is Dad's passbook at the head of the bed. Bring it to me.

Daughter: No, no, no, you bet your passbook is a little too big.

Pam: Oh, your analysis just now is correct. There must be something on your brother's desk. Hurry up and let him,,,,

Daughter: (takes out the passbook from her clothes)

Pam: When did my passbook go into your pocket?

Daughter: I have. It's safer this way

Pam: Is it safe? . . . . . Come on, son, this is dad's passbook. I'll give it to you. Your sister's analysis is right. You must have photographed something in the telephone booth, didn't you? You went home to wash your father's feet and said goodbye, didn't you?

Son: Dad, how do you know?

Pam: Oh, you can see everything. Eight eyebrows, triangular eyes, criminals are all like this. Listen to dad, turn yourself in and fight for leniency.

Son: Oh, Dad, your imagination is too rich.

Daughter: Brother, don't worry. Ah, I'll keep an eye on my eldest sister-in-law and resolutely forbid her to remarry.

Son: You stay away. Dad, trust me for once, okay? I have turned over a new leaf.

Pam and Daughter: It's time for you to turn over a new leaf.

Pan: Son, I just want to say that I believe in the government.

Son: God, I didn't commit a crime! I want to be filial in my lifetime. Why is it so difficult?

Daughter: In your lifetime? Dad, come on, come on. Did you hear what my brother just said?

Pam: What did you say?

Daughter: He said he would be filial in his lifetime. This is a terminal illness!

Pam: It must be very late. No, son, come on, come on, stop it. Go to the hospital with dad.

Daughter: Dad, I think I understand. He's just covering it up. He must have committed a crime.

Pam: He is terminally ill. He did not commit a crime.

Daughter: He committed a crime.

Pam: He is terminally ill.

Daughter: He committed a crime.

Pam: He is terminally ill.

Pam and Daughter: Are you terminally ill or guilty?

Son: I didn't commit a crime until I was terminally ill. Who have I offended? Ah, ha ha ha.

Pam and Daughter: It's over. It's all spread out. It is dead.

Son: How could I die? I won't hide it from you. I'll tell you the truth. That's what happened. Today, your grandson had to wash my feet when he came home, saying it was homework assigned by the school. I was moved when I washed it. I think I've been asking you for money for more than thirty years. You have been so kind to me that I have never been filial. I am so inhuman, so heartless and so unfilial. I came home today just to wash your feet and do your duty.

Pam: (wearing slippers and sitting on a stool) Come on, wash up. Why didn't you say these words earlier?

Son: I said I wouldn't be moved.

Pam: Whether dad said or not, he was moved. Today is dad's fault. I shouldn't have trusted you.

Son: Dad, it's my fault. I usually care too little about you. In fact, I really love you, but I just don't know how to express it.

Pan: What parents fear most is not that their children go home and ask for money. What they are most afraid of is not seeing their children every day. When they get old, there will be less things. If their children are far away, all that remains is loneliness. Speaking of loneliness, I think of your grandfather. You haven't washed your father's feet for 30 years. What is this? Dad hasn't bathed your grandpa for 60 years (put on your shoes and go to see your dad to wash his feet).

Daughter: Why?

Daughter, son: Dad.

Son: What do you mean? What's going on here?

Daughter: Say something.

Son: What are you going to do?

Pam: I'm going to wash my father's feet.

Son: Ah, Dad.

Pan: Uncle Guo.

Guo: What's the matter?

Pam: When did my father live?

Guo: 502, it runs in your family.

Pam: Thank you, thank you.

Guo: You're welcome.

Pam: Five o two.

Guo: Five o two.

Daughter: Hey, isn't my grandfather here?

Pam: Dad.

Daughter and son: Grandpa.

Dad: Alas ~

Pam: My son washed your feet.

Dad: Please, I really have no money.

Pam: Dad ~ ~ ~

Daughter and son: Grandpa ~ ~ ~

Pam: I don't want money. I really washed your feet. Dad ~ dad ~ dad.

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