Excess Flesh

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No, no, no. Um...

I found the dress, Nina!

F***ing meth heads,

This is a size four.

It's a plus size dress.

It would probably fit you.

Anything else, or is this...

a wasted day?

Isn't it divine?

It's Prada.

Isn't it divine?

It's Prada!

Isn't it divine?

It's Prada!

Nina gave it to me,

just for being super cool,

plus it didn't fit

any of the models.

Oh my God,

it's f***ing hot in here.

- Smells like ass.

- I'm cold.

Make-up. Effortless chic.

Come on, please?

Please, you're so good at it!

- No.

- Come on.

Get up, get up, get up.

- Oh.

- Come on, do my face.

I don't know how you work

in the fashion industry.

They totally objectify women.

Says the fat girl.

I'm not fat.

Actually, you're not.

You're just not toned.

You just need to do some Pilates.

Some leg lifts.

Yeah. Cuz I never eat.

I don't know how you do that.

Come out with me tonight.

No.

Rob will be there.

So?

What the f*** is wrong with you?

- You know I, it's...

- He's nice, and he likes you.

- You would know.

- Yeah, I would.

He did nothing but talk

about you the other night.

Yeah, that's not all he did.

Ouch! B*tch!

Nothing happened

but a little rubbing.

He came and then we passed out.

Admit it,

he makes your p*ssy wet.

Mm-hmm.

He does, yeah he do. Oh come

on, admit it, you like him.

All right, yeah I do.

A little... Just stay away.

You're not down

for my sloppy seconds?

Oh girl, come on,

I'm just joking.

Okay, the other night I was

f***ed up, I wasn't thinking.

You know how I get.

Yeah, I do.

I promise,

I'll keep my hands off.

Pinky swear.

Pinky swear.

Oh, come out with me tonight.

No, you stay in with me. Huh?

We'll make popcorn

and we'll watch A Time to Kill.

Girl, you know Matthew

McConaughey makes me splash.

- Brownies?

- Stop it.

- Ice cream?

- Jill.

Cold sweet pink wine.

Barbecue potato chips.

Cool Whip.

Gummy Bears, french fries.

- Chili.

- Sour cream.

- And butter.

- And mayonnaise.

- Pop tarts.

- With chili...

and sour cream,

and butter, and mayonnaise.

Oh.

Come stay here with me.

God.

Don't be such a boring b*tch!

- Come out with me.

- I can't.

Fine.

Just do my face.

Lifestyle and attitudes...

The beautiful,

the bored, the broken.

They are my muses.

Dinner is served, b*tches.

It's bouillon. It's all they eat

in.

Hey, you know what?

I do not need...

Right?

But she looked amazing. Amazing!

No.

I heard that this

is all she eats.

Oh, please.

It's cut, cut, snip, snip.

Ga, Ga, right?

Whatev. I applaud her effort.

Self control.

The discipline.

Oh come on,

she still has work to do.

There are olives in this drink.

You saw me eat the bouillon.

Are you trying

to sabotage me Adriana?

You are so good at this.

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Too much to drink or did you

try some of the bouillon?

I don't know what that is.

I think it's soup.

I think it's soup.

I'm not really good

at networking.

Well, everyone here seems

to be pretty preoccupied.

So, good job.

It's like, have you ever seen

that, uh, Last Year at Marienbad?

What's that?

It's a movie, black and white.

Um, yes...

No, no. Tell me. I don't

watch a lot of movies.

Never mind.

Me too. I don't either.

So anyway,

are you gonna tell me?

You gonna...

Please?

Um...

Everyone talks in... riddles.

Cuz they're not real, they're just

like fragments, like symbols,

or like fragments of memories.

Or what, I don't even know.

It's totally post modern.

Whoa.

What? Uh...

You coming back to the party?

Oh sh*t, sh*t.

What?

I said your name's Jill, right?

It's your party?

No, it's not.

No. Not really.

I just insulted your friends.

Nope.

They're Jennifer's friends.

Yeah.

I only met

one cute girl here tonight.

Listen, nothing Jennifer

says about me is true.

You should look for her.

What, what, what did you say?

You should look for her!

I am.

Have you seen her?

Nobody in here but me.

I know. So are you coming

back to the party?

Come on let yourself go.

Hey, I hope it wasn't

something I said.

No, no, it wasn't you.

Are you okay?

All right. I guess we're done

talking for now.

I think that's a good idea.

Well, when you're done in there,

you come find me.

Or I'll come find you.

Feel better.

No, no no.

Come on.

Oh God...

Hey.

I was gonna get a rag

to clean that up, but I...

I passed out.

I'm sorry.

Oh. All right.

Is that my T shirt?

Uh, are you okay?

If I could...

Don't touch me. Don't!

I'm sorry.

You know stop, don't

apologize. Why are you apologizing?

I won't apologize again.

All right. I just though we might've

had a connection last night.

What did you do?

Okay, that's lame.

I'm sorry.

Oh.

Can I have my t-shirt back?

No, keep it.

A connection.

You connected with p*ssy.

What has happened to you?

Wait! I just want to

talk to you, just for a second.

It's about the complex's

party policy.

You're just going to ignore me?

This is super childish.

This is not the way for

adults or neighbors to behave.

I know you're in there.

Where are you?

Well, you know where you're

gonna be in 1.5 hours?

You're gonna be here

in my p*ssy.

Who was that on the phone?

Steven, of course.

It's Steven kind of week.

What?

Don't you remember?

Fashion waits for no one.

Why didn't you tell

me we're having a party?

Oh, honey.

Did you have fun, right?

You know, I think that guy Rob,

is totally into you.

I think it was perfect.

Until the cops showed up.

Whatever.

You know, we both live here.

Oh my God, not you too.

I already had to dodge

that nosy old Cathy.

"I just want to talk about

the complex's party policy."

It's not complicated. I had a

party and you weren't invited.

Noise complaints?

She's a ruiner of fun.

She's not that bad.

She's actually kind of nice.

She's like talking

to a basket of rolls.

And she doesn't get a say

about what goes on in my house.

Neither do you

until you, like, get a job.

- I'm trying.

- No you're not.

You're lying around

in your fat and your filth.

Don't be like...

Constructive, motivational?

Destructive and cruel,

you know, like...

I know.

You won't let me forget it.

But you've been here

for nine months already.

So have you.

Not paying rent,

I'd like to add.

Oh, you're such a good friend.

Don't kiss my ass, b*tch.

It was sarcasm. Anyway, you're

suppose to be helping me.

Oh, here we go.

Blah, blah, blah.

It's so hard, blah, blah.

This town is wide open, so stop your

whining, strap on a six-shooter,

and get to f***ing work.

It's easy for you to say.

Yeah, and easy to do,

but you have to

leave the f***ing house.

Jill, I am your friend. I...

I'm harsh with you because I respect

you enough to not bullshit the true.

I'm having a hard time.

I don't wanna talk

about this anymore.

This weekend... This weekend we'll sit

down and we'll figure everything out.

Make a total plan for your life,

even give a b*tch a makeover.

It's always this weekend.

No more, not tonight, Jill.

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