An older relative asks his nephew Frankie to be the executor of his estate and leave everything to the Little Sisters of the Brotherhood. Frankie agrees, but his uncle keeps circling back: he needs someone competent, someone trustworthy, someone who won't mess it up. The sketch is really about why you can't just pick anyone to handle your money after you're gone.
We're often asked what kind of person should be the executor or trustee of our estate, and the answer is not this guy. What's on your mind, Frankie? Uh, yes, Vincenzo, as you know, Marge and I have no children, so since you're my nephew, we were wondering if you could be our trustee.
Frankie, you've been like a father to me.
We're blood. You know I'm gonna do you right. It does require a certain amount of organizational and intellectual acumen. Frankie! I got guys that can take care of that. And Marge and I would like our money to go to the Little Sisters of the Brotherhood.
Yeah, we'll spread that around any way you want. Where'd you get all this money, Frankie? You can tell me. I ain't wired.
We've scrimped and saved for a lifetime. We just want to make sure this money's protected.
Anybody touches that money, I got a guy that's gonna come see 'em. Except me, of course. Listen, go ahead and give me that money now. I'll take care of ya. Don't do it.