Cold Turkey Page #6

with that ungrateful little

sh*t, I guess nothing ever...

You stabbed my mother

in the arm!

Your mother smacked me in the

face when I was 16!

Okay, well get over it!

Oh my God, you have no idea

how bad I want to hit you

right now!

Oh yeah? Well then do it.

No one else ever did,

clearly.

Say you're sorry for last

night.

No!

- Yes!

Okay, well then just slap me

or something.

Just do something!

- No!

Yes! Come on!

- Jacob.

Do it!

Oh God.

Listen, I'm sorry, okay?

- I'm sorry.

It's just hard because Poppy

always loved you more,

you know.

That's not true.

Can I come home for Christmas, Poppy?

- What?

Poppy, can I come home

for Christmas?

Nina, you just beat up

our dad,

after you beat up his wife,

what are you thinking?

Poppy... Can I?

I'll have to ask Deborah.

You think Deborah's gonna

stay around for Christmas?

We're all screwed.

no, we're not.

I mean with the money.

No.

We'll figure something out.

I still have a few friends

in Palo Alto.

They could potentially help...

I'm sorry, Poppy.

Nice one.

- That's my best.

Just play, just play.

Here.

That's good guac.

This is really good guac.

I don't have anything to do

here.

Is that my guacamole?

Mm... it was just sitting there.

I... asked Nina down

for Christmas,

because I thought maybe...

As a joke, I assume.

Was this before or after

you told her

you don't have any money

to solve all her problems?

After.

you shut the f*** up

in my house.

Mmm.

So...

I guess you guys

are screwed, huh?

I mean, what are you

gonna do?

Rob a bank?

Win the lottery?

Maybe your mom

could spot us, Deb.

That seems unlikely, Hank.

Christmas should be

interesting.

Deborah, wait.

I'm sorry.

Tough.

Nina doesn't have to come

down for Christmas.

do you really think that's

what I'm upset about?

No, no, I know it's

the other thing too, but I...

You're unbelievable.

Darling.

- Stop, Jim.

Wait, Mom!

You're really leaving?

Your father cheated on me,

and then he chose his

horrible daughter over me.

Yeah, I'm really leaving.

No you... you can't.

Yeah, I can.

Poppy, do something.

I think he already did,

Jacob.

No, seriously.

Saving your family can be

tough, huh, little bro?

Don't worry, happened to us.

What's wrong with you?

Answer him.

I f***ed up.

I f*** up sometimes,

I'm sorry.

Geez.

Wait, no, Mom,

you need to stay, okay?

Everything will be fine.

You know, really, I mean...

Everyone can be nice

to everyone.

Jacob, you don't even

live here anymore.

You're not a child. Why does

this matter to you?

'Cause you're my mom!

So you can't leave!

This is- we need to figure

thous out, okay?

Everyone can behave,

everyone can get along,

we'll be fine!

Life doesn't work that way,

Jacob.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too, Deborah.

Well saying you're sorry

doesn't make it okay.

Well sometimes it does,

I mean...

it's kind of like saying

at least you tried.

Deborah.

You know, you make

really good guacamole.

Thanks, Nina.

That's my beer

you're drinking.

Actually, I think I do kind

of live here now.

Did I just screw up your

life, Poppy?

I screwed up my own life.

Oh well.

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