Bitch Page #6
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- Year:
- 2017
- 93 min
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- What do you think?
- Good.
- Whoo-hoo!
Hang on tight. Okay,
let's not...
Oh, yeah.
Do the head shake now.
I don't want you falling off.
Don't do...
- Alright.
- Alright.
- Oh, yeah.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
Okay, here, teach me.
- Go.
- Faster. Faster.
- Well, it stopped up
all of the bathroom pipes.
This little piece of metal.
- Ah.
- You got it?
- Yeah, I got it.
Wait, you...
Oh, geez!
That was a close one.
Did you put my Ds in here, dad?
- Uh, not in this box, but
it's in the one with your stuff.
- Yeah.
- Uh...
Okay, what are you guys
going to do?
I don't know what...
It's like music to my ears.
- If you leave it down,
it gets in my face
and I c-can't play
or eat, so...
- 'Cause it gets in your mouth.
Alright.
- Mom always puts it in a,
puts it in a puff for me.
- Okay.
- Alright, uh, then you go
take me to the mall
and I'll go pick up
tiff's sheet music
and then you'll pick
Cindy up from soccer
and then you'll come get me.
- Go to the mall,
then soccer then the mall.
Okay, I got it.
- Dad, do you have a four?
- No. Go fish.
- Oh, no!
- Oh, man!
- Go fish! Did you get a four?
- No.
I think I'm winning. Yeah.
- Yeah, you're...
- Okay, you're winning?
I, for sure, am losing.
- Dad, do you have a ten?
- Oh!
- Yes. Another match.
- Alright.
- My turn?
- Yeah, your turn.
- Does anyone have...
- No, you have to ask
a specific person.
- Oh, uh, um...
- Who do you want?
- Tiffany, Max, dad?
- Tiffany.
- Tiff, are you okay?
Is it time for school?
No. It's, it's like, 11:00.
- Oh, my gosh!
My alarm didn't go off.
- Dad, it's Saturday.
- Oh.
- Max said that, um...
that I should show you my...
Um...
- Hey, hey, hey,
it's okay, it's okay. Here, sit.
What is this?
Is this your report card?
- Yeah.
- For my Tiffany.
Am I lucky a dad
to get to see this or what?
- Okay, what is this?
- I...
I got all as in everything.
- Even in Spanish?
- Yeah.
- Tiff, I am so proud of you.
- Thank you.
- We have to show this to aunt
Beth when she comes tomorrow.
- No, I...
Well, I just wanted
you to see it.
- Okay.
- Cool.
- Yeah.
Welcome to the new apartment.
It's uh, it's not much,
but, um, but we love it.
Oh, yeah, uh, that's for you
if you feel like painting.
I wasn't sure if you wanted
oil-based or, uh...
Go ahead, kids, say hi.
- It's your mom.
- Hi, mom.
- Hi, mom.
- Hey, mom.
Uh, okay, so, um, honey
the kids are gonna stay
at Beth's tonight.
So, it'll just be
the two of us, okay?
- Okay.
- Ready?
- It's gonna be so much fun.
- What are we doing tonight?
- Have fun, guys.
- Alright.
Let's play some dice.
See you guys. Thank you.
Okay, Jill, here we are.
You wanna come out
and meet some friends?
You okay?
Okay.
Okay?
Here we are.
You can go ahead.
Look, look at all
the little... friends.
It's okay.
It's okay. You could just...
Here, like this.
Like this.
Woof.
Woof.
Jill?
Where you goin'?
Where are you goin'?
Jill?
Hi.
What are you doin'?
You wanna get washed?
Here.
I can clean you up a little bit.
Okay?
Here you go...
Jesus. Jill, relax, okay?
Hey, it's just water.
Okay?
It's okay.
Jill.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
No, no. It's okay.
It's okay.
Jill. Jill, Jill.
It's okay. It's okay.
Listen, you're okay.
I love you. I love you.
You can be whatever
you need to be, okay?
Just please don't leave me.
Okay? It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. Just stay.
Just stay here. Just stay.
It's okay.
Stay. Stay.
Okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
I love you no matter what.
You can be
whatever you need to be.
And I'm not going anywhere.
Jill. Jill.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's all okay.
It's all okay. It's okay.
It's alright, honey,
you're-you're here now.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
You stay here with me.
- Don't do it so fast!
- Alright, you ready?
- So, it's one, two...
- Wait, wait, wait.
- We, we're so good at this.
- Okay.
How do you do it?
You-you did it again.
Alright.
Come on, let's not do it fast.
Alright.
Wait, wait.
- Oh, do you clap in between?
- Yeah.
I've been telling you
that the entire time.
- Move, I'm...
- Oh, I'm...
Why are your knuckles so hard?
Okay, I know what's in it.
Oh, this is so intense!
That's 'cause we're really,
we're really, like,
punching each other
or, the, slapping...
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