American Girl Page #6

I don't have to.

You don't love daddy,

do you, Jay?

No.

Why not? He's your daddy,

just like I'm your sister.

I haven't done anything for you

to just give me your love.

Yeah, well,

you never tried to sh*t on it, either.

Somebody gives you their love,

you should try not to sh*t on it,

I guess.

I should write that down.

Maybe you should embroider it on something.

You know what else?

What else?

This sh*t gets better.

I promise.

What do you say I go get mom

and we get the f*** out of here?

Okay?

Yeah, that sounds

like a plan.

Hold that on there tightly.

I'll be back.

What, Madge?

What?

No, Same as always, John.

Same as always?

It don't matter.

Wait a minute, baby.

What's the matter?

John, I'm taking the kids.

We're moving to Disney world.

F*** that!

Hey, hey!

Madge!

F*** that sh*t!

You can't do that.

Why not?

'Cause nobody lives at Disney Land.

We're going to.

And I said Disney World.

You never did listen to me.

Orlando?

Are you, f***ing, nuts?

What about your job?

You mean jobs, John.

You know, it takes money

to keep these kids

in clothes and food and slurpees

and pay the bills

and do all the sh*t

that a real family does.

But don't you worry about us.

I can find myself a mind-numbing,

low-paying job anywhere I go.

You are so stupid.

All you had to do was be nice to us

for one day, John.

Just pretend for one day,

and you couldn't even do that.

All right, babe.

I gotta take a piss.

I'll catch up with you later.

Okay?

F***ing b*tch.

Hey, Rena.

Hey, daddy.

You're looking...

you're looking special.

That's my girl,

looking special.

Your dad's very proud of you.

You know that, don't you?

I haven't done anything

to make nobody proud, daddy.

Yes, you have. You won

that silver medal out there.

It was bronze.

Whatever.

Daddy, I lost it.

We'll go out there

and find it, baby.

No, not the medal.

I lost the baby.

Well...

there you go.

See there? Nobody can say

that my little girl

can't take care of herself.

It's not so hard to make

your daddy proud, right?

How's mama doing?

Well, you know your mama.

Some people just aint worth shooting.

Now's a fine time

for you to figure that out.

What was that?

Nothing, daddy.

I'll tell you what.

You better look at me

when I talk to you.

You and your brother better

learn some respect for me,

or I'm going to teach you some respect

with the back of my hand,

you got that?

You know what, daddy?

I'm not afraid of you.

What?

I said I'm not afraid of you.

Come here,

I'm going to teach you...

hey!

Outside, Grubb!

OK, Grubb,

let's go. Outside.

You look like sh*t.

You know, if you could

just find it inside of you

to be nice to me just for once,

now would be a really good time

to do that.

Sorry.

You're so lucky.

Yeah, I'm really lucky,

all right.

Do you remember your daddy?

I met him once when I was little.

Were you upset when he died?

A little.

No.

No, not really.

So I guess now

you don't expect nothing.

Well, nothings exactly what I got.

Nobody expects nothing of you

on account of that heart murmur.

Yeah, it's really great to be me,

all right.

It's just one big old f***ing jamboree.

Here.

Let's get the f*** out of here.

Yeah.

Thanks.

There you are.

Where have you been?

Let's get the hell out of here

and go home.

Barbie:
Don't have to tell us

more than once.

Sir...

could you shoot us?

Please?

Seriously.

We tried.

I don't know, John.

There's some changes coming.

Goddamn, a man should be...

just kiss me good-bye.

Try not to wreck

my last raw nerve.

Bye, daddy.

Hey, Rena.

You come and see your daddy

real soon. Okay, Rena?

Yeah, I'll keep looking

for those postcards you send.

Why do you keep talking about postcards?

What's up with that?

I know it's not much,

but at least you make an attempt.

Honey, I'm so sorry.

I've been having Faye mail them

from the flea market.

I'm sorry.

Well, hey, whatever.

I just want to say,

you know, congratulations.

For what?

For getting your,

you know...

congratulations is not...

you know, daddy, I don't really

think that you should say that.

Don't get all weepy on me now. Come on.

Think of it this way, okay?

Things aint all that bad.

I mean, it didn't

cost you nothing.

Goddamn!

Get her off!

Get her off me!

You're lucky

I don't have a gun!

She went f***ing ballistic on me!

Motherf***er!

Let me go!

Just f*** it.

Don't even sweat it.

Dad's a dick.

He wasn't always, Jay.

Yeah, Rena, he was.

Daddy's always been a dick.

Then it just must be this f***ing place.

I don't know what they did to him,

but he used to read me

stupid nursery rhymes.

"Slippery, slippery Sam,

he sat upon a ham."

Aw, for chr... what?!

She spilled the damn drink

on me, for Christ's...

what the f***?

Get up! Get up!

Sh*t!

Sh*t!

You gotta stop being so damn dense

and knock some sense into that girl.

Dense?

Let me tell you something, John.

Being stupid is something

I intend to overcome,

but you are stuck here

being mean for a lifetime.

That's me.

Mean and nasty.

If there is a God in heaven,

I hope that you are corn-holed

by the meanest, nastiest...

no, no, no. I hope you

are corn-holed by Satan himself.

Maybe then you'll understand

just a fraction of the pain

you have put us through.

In your dreams, Madge.

In your dreams.

You'll be back!

You can't get enough of big John Grubb!

You need the Grubb worm!

I'll see you next month, baby!

It went better than it could have.

No sh*t, ace.

I've been thinking.

Just because we was born and raised here,

we don't have to die here.

I think we should move.

Where to?

Orlando.

It's where they keep

Mickey Mouse at, I believe.

Madge Grubb, you've just

had the living dog sh*t

kicked out of you at a state penitentiary...

what are you going to do next?

I'm going to Disney World!

You guys are f***ed up.

Perhaps.

In the best way possible.

Good night, baby.

Good night.

Baby, you just wanted

a daddy so bad

that I thought if I could somehow...

hey, now I know.

I get it.

It's okay.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Come here.

Addendum to an abandoned

suicide note...

it's clear that whatever

we're to become as a family,

we'd be doing it

without big John Grubb.

And Jay applied to this fancy

culinary institute

up in the bay area.

So yeah, I guess sissy boy's

leaving us.

Regardless, I know

he's always going to love me,

even though he doesn't have to.

And Barbie landed herself a job

gluing on fake fingernails

and doing manicures

at a salon outside of phoenix.

She's doing just fine

for herself,

despite that debilitating

heart murmur.

Right, right.

Write me, too.

Come on, kids, let's go.

Shotgun!

Jay:
No!

hey, child, why you

look so sad tonight?

did your castle wash away

your only ray of hope...

we stopped by Kenton's

so I could tell him

that we were going to

have a baby,

but it died in prison.

Kenton was a real dick

about it,

having never lost

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes