Excess Flesh Page #2

I just want to watch some TV, finish

my dinner, and wait for Steven.

Trying to get my own hard time.

Wants some?

You're a b... You're a b*tch.

You know that?

I know.

Right.

I don't know

I, I just, I can do better.

You know.

Is that a question?

Right, like I know I'm good,

but what if I felt good too?

I understand.

Is that water?

We're okay, just, I don't know.

You know what I'm saying?

I don't.

Do you know

what a suppository is?

What's that?

Depository, like a bank?

Suppository.

This gets inserted

into your anus.

Oh, you're looking at me.

On camera I do that?

This is a test.

This station is conducting a test

of the Emergency Broadcast System.

This is only a test.

Okay, guys, at

the premier of his new movie,

a fan thrust a baby into Zac Effron's face.

Check it out.

Wow - That's crazy

Aren't they handsome?

Well its got a big head.

Wait, wait, no.

I think she wants him to...

See you, babe.

Hi.

Why are you up so late?

Mom, it's afternoon.

Oh.

I just had the most horrible

dream about you, darling.

It's a sign.

I think you need to come home.

Fine.

You look washed out.

You shouldn't wear that color.

Oh my God, oh my God.

Someone's in the house!

Listen! Listen!

They're coming! They're coming!

Mommy loves you so much.

So much.

Mom.

It's Daddy. Daddy's home.

I see him.

You wanna come say hello?

Daddy doesn't,

he doesn't wanna be on camera.

He's shy. But he's home!

Daddy's home! Yay!

Why are you home?

What, what, why are you home?

I didn't call you.

I what, I don't,

wait, whats wrong?

Stop messing with my

hair, I fixed it!

Oh, I did call you, you need,

you need to convince our

daughter to come home.

Jackson, it's vital.

It's vital.

She's in trouble.

No.

I don't wanna go to bed now.

I don't wanna go to bed.

I don't wanna go to bed.

No, stop it.

No!

I know you hate it when I apologize.

So I present you with this.

I regret the collateral damage.

Sh*t, you're mad.

I'm making lunch,

do you want some?

This is whoa.

Mm-hm. This is whoa.

You're not gonna have any?

That's all you're having?

Um, no, I don't like

to cook and eat.

Well, let's go out!

Have somebody else cook,

this town is great for food.

So those kids on your Facebook

page, they're not yours.

F*** no.

I mean, I didn't mean it that way.

I meant it like...

It's just complicated,

all right?

I work for the CFSD.

I worked for the CFSD.

I'm confused.

California Children

and Family Service Division.

Well, just so you know you can see

everything on your Facebook page.

So...

- I'm the worst at social media.

- Yeah.

Someone told me that I actually have

to do something with that stuff.

The privacy settings?

Is that how we know each other?

From Facebook?

Friend of a friend?

Is it bad that I knew

nothing about that at all?

Mm, no. I just mean

you have to be careful.

About?

Being too open.

Really? I always thought

that was a good thing.

I don't know.

Did I say something wrong?

What are you talking about?

Sh*t.

I said too much, yeah?

I'm such a douchebag.

All right, I feel like a douche.

- No.

- My lunch is about over, so.

Did you wanna take

some food home, at least?

- I'd love that.

- Okay.

You know I like you, right?

I mean not like in a

hook up kind of way.

I like you.

That was nice, right?

I don't know.

Thanks for the meal.

We're gonna go out, right?

Okay.

All right, back to the real world.

Whatever that means.

Man, that's corny. Uh, yeah...

I'm lame.

I warned you about that.

I'm just... gonna clean up.

Go do that.

F***!

Creepy b*tch.

What?

Oh.

You're mad.

Don't be mad.

There's nothing wrong

with a little...

I'm starving.

You promised.

You were never f*** him

or his pretty dick.

I couldn't let that go to waste.

But you promised.

Oh my f***ing God,

are these short ribs?

You promised.

Oh, honey, look.

I'm sorry, I don't know

what came over me.

I can't control myself.

I'm exhausted.

It's probably why I'm being

such a crazy mega b*tch.

I'm sorry for it all.

Tomorrow, look, tomorrow I promise,

we'll sit down and talk everything out.

Everything?

Everything.

We'll have a nice meal and

I'll get a good bottle of wine.

And you can cook.

- Tomorrow.

- Prom, tomorrow.

I'm gonna crash. Goodnight.

Dear Neighbor,

I was so happy when you moved in.

I imagined shared morning

coffees and borrowing sugar.

I at least hoped,

that if we couldn't be friends,

we could be courteous neighbors,

but that has all changed.

You have changed, and it concerns me,

and not just because I live next door.

The party was an

obvious cry for help.

I mean, no offense,

but choose better friends.

I don't want to have

to call someone.

That's not the kind of friend

and neighbor I would want,

so that's not the kind

I'm going to be.

I mean, I know, you're

having a hard time.

I just wanted to send a little gift and

let you know we're thinking about you.

If you ever want to talk,

I am totally here for you.

Push the button.

Call me.

It's a cinch.

What up, Jilly Jill?

Damn.

Romantic.

Where have you been?

What the duck?

Oh, God.

That tastes like ass.

It's not fair

what you're doing to me.

We were gonna talk.

I need to talk.

I've been so patient.

Patient?

Don't you go talking to me

ever again about patience.

Patience is one of the seven deadly

sins of not having a f***ing life.

You'll never beat me.

Jill?

Jill.

The f***?!

What the f***, Jill?

What the f***?

We need to talk.

Told you.

You're not gonna get away

with this, you know.

Psycho b*tch.

Oh!

Let's talk.

Okay, what do you

want to talk about?

Don't tempt me.

We'll figure it all out.

Don't patronize me, Serio.

Don't you dare.

Oh.

Please stop.

I will help you.

Mm, still moist.

That's just cruel.

Hmm.

Oh.

Oh.

La la-la la.

Such a perfect wedding.

You've really crossed the line.

What happened?

Don't go any farther.

You don't want any?

It's okay, it's more for me.

God, it's so good.

You do everything good.

How could you f*** up

your marriage?

I never wanted to believe all

that stuff Trevor said about you.

Don't you say his name!

The frigidity, the slovenliness,

the disorder.

That's not you.

It's not the Jennifer I know.

Why are you doing this?

You know why.

I will help you.

Mm-mm, it's too late.

Trevor always said you were selfish and

then now I see that all he said was true.

He broke me.

You seem fine to me.

Nothing I ever did was right.

Crawl to me, b*tch.

Should got knee pads.

I did, but it wasn't enough.

Try harder. Try harder.

Try harder. Try harder.

My skirts were too long.

My necklines were too high.

What?

Try harder.

The underwear.

Come on, come on,

you wouldn't swallow.

Why won't you say that?

You wouldn't even go near it.

You should see you now.

He was rough.

He said I was flabby,

I disgusted him.

Maybe, maybe you could

get him back.

He was cruel.

Oh, he was constructive

and motivational.

I mean, you should

take his advice.

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