Cake Page #5

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Oh. Where'd you run away from?

- Boise.

- I've never been to Boise.

- It's beautiful.

- Let me guess.

You are on your way to LA.

Yeah.

So, what happened? Was it gory?

My parachute failed to open...

and I fell over 10,000 feet

to the ground.

- Did not.

- Did too.

- What's in LA?

- I'm gonna be an actress.

Yeah. That's a sad story.

I hate to tell you,

but you're gonna end up in porn.

'Cause that's what happens

to girls from Idaho.

Gross. I won't do porn.

Yes. This is what happens to bad girls.

I'm just trying to help you avoid...

some of the many mistakes

you seem so intent on making.

Are you always such a f***ing shrew?

Someone took a Shakespeare class.

God, you know what sounds

so good right now?

A homemade yellow cake

with fudge frosting.

Tsk.

Want to make a hundred bucks?

I just want you to make me a cake.

Sure.

Okay. So the kitchen is in here.

Anything I can do to help?

Yeah. Stay out of my f***ing way.

Okay.

Yes, I'd like to speak to Jason, please.

Yes... I'd like to leave a message.

Will you just tell him,

thank you for the gift.

Yeah.

Mrs. Bennett. Mrs. Bennett.

- Mrs. Bennett.

- What? What time is it?

Tomorrow. The girl stole.

She took your purse,

the money on the counter.

Oh, God.

Wow. I really underestimated her.

- I call the police.

- Oh, no, no, no.

Come on.

I'll just cancel my credit cards.

No, no, no, 'cause she does wrong

when you are sick.

She's...

- I knew from the beginning...

- I know.

She was a bad girl, you know?

- She's a kid.

- I told you.

I know you did.

That is homemade fudge frosting.

Taste that.

- This thief can cook.

- Right?

- Hey.

- Hey.

Is Casey here?

- He's playing at the neighbor's.

- Oh, good.

Good. Can I come in?

- Yeah.

- Thanks. Okay.

- Wait. Wait.

- What?

Just give me a second.

It's okay.

Never mind.

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