Foxes

Just a few minutes past

7:
00 in the morning.

Hi, I'm Jeff Gonzer.

It's time to wake up.

- I know that you feel that

it's completely... - Wrong.

No, but you're ready

to wake up, aren't you?

- Yes, Jeffrey.

- That's good,

'cause it's going to be

a beautiful day today,

temperatures in the mid-70s in the city,

a little cooler near the beaches and

warmer in the valleys, as always...

Look it, you gotta wake up. No arguing.

It's time to stick your finger in your

third eye at least to wake yourself up.

You even have to get your dog awake.

It's just time to wake up.

Everybody, get up!

Hey. Shake your booty.

Jeanie, don't stay in there.

I'm not even in there yet.

Oh, Christ. We gotta wake up Annie.

Annie? Annie, wake up.

- Is Annie awake?

- Not yet.

I didn't even hear her come in.

I was totally vegged.

Yeah, she was sick all

over some guy's car.

Yeah? From what?

Quaaludes. Beer. Wine.

Some real heavy kind of pills.

Poor thing.

Teenage dopers. What a waste.

Don't do that.

The Three Stooges,

they always just sort of throw it.

She can't do that. She'll drown.

I'm only saying that's what

the Three Stooges always do.

I'm not saying she should do it, okay?

Yeah, well, you know,

she ditches one more time, that's it.

They're just gonna flunk her

and throw her out in the street.

Forget it.

- What's that mean?

- I mean, what the sh*t?

- Please.

- She doesn't care if she never wakes up.

- Hi.

- Hey.

What are you guys looking at?

Oh, my gosh.

- You're not gonna eat that, are you?

- I am really hungry.

It's really disgusting. Yeah.

And then tomorrow you're gonna complain.

You just take that and

rub it in your thighs.

You're such a dummy.

You're hilarious.

Get your hands off of there.

I'm gonna eat it.

But I want it.

You guys are really pissed at me.

How's your head?

A whole bunch of people just moved in.

I think I'm gonna barf.

- You don't look sick.

- Well, I am.

I just got a case of the munchies.

Anybody want to ditch sixth

period and go to the beach?

I got a hair appointment at Saks.

Thought you said I couldn't ditch.

That's just Phys. Ed.

You can ditch that.

What're you gonna do with your hair?

Mom's after me to have it chopped

so I can look like Dorothy Hammill.

What?

Like, she doesn't dig me

wearing her clothes, you know,

and having all the guys

think I'm mature, okay.

Like they'd be coming on to me

and not looking at her.

Get 'em to chop your

head instead, Deirdre.

That's pretty retarded,

considering who it was sick all

over that guy's car last night.

- Who cares?

- He cares. Don't you care?

I don't even know him.

Besides, it was this

really gross Trans Am

with some jerkoff dragon blowing

smoke all over the hood.

- Was he cute?

- Who?

The geek in the car, geekaloid.

The only geek I know

is Randy Teratunian.

- So?

- You're the one thinks he's hot.

- I do not.

- You said you wanted to go with him.

I never said I want to go with him.

I said I want to ball him.

Excuse me.

Did you tell your Dad that you were

staying over my house last night?

I gotta call him.

Guess what? For an elaborate change,

we are late again.

- I don't believe this.

- God.

- I do not believe this.

- Come on.

I'm always getting tardies.

- Anybody seen my keys?

- No, not again!

- Have you seen the keys?

- I don't know.

My keys!

Where'd you leave 'em?

Who knows? It's not my house.

Can I listen to Abbey Road?

Whenever I need to mellow out,

I always listen to my Mom's Abbey Road.

We're going to school, retardo.

When I'm 18, I'm gonna shine that place.

Well, you're 16 now.

Ain't that a b*tch?

- Where are you going?

- To school.

Leave the keys.

- Why?

- Because you can't take the truck.

- We'll talk about it later.

- How come?

We'll talk when you

come home from school.

That's unfair.

Come right back.

Can't we talk about it now?

No, please. I don't

want to start anything.

Well, I don't want to have

to worry all day that

you're just gonna pull

some big number later.

The school called.

Oh, God, I don't want to

talk about this now.

I know, Child Development.

You've been cutting.

It's just Child Development, Mom.

It's so stupid. You wouldn't believe it.

- Jeanie.

- Can I just have the keys?

- Please?

- Jeanie, I don't want to have a bad day.

Well, it's my truck, you know.

Dad gave it to me.

This is Sam.

My daughter, Jeanie.

Hello.

Hi.

Jesus, Deirdre, this is gross.

I don't know what I'm going

to do about this sh*t.

- We're walking.

- No!

God, you know what

I hate about this place?

When some place is too small,

you can never find anything.

I should go to New York and live

in a loft, become a painter.

I need space,

like 20 foot ceilings, you know?

Really, let's all go to New York

and open a boutique.

Yeah.

Dad!

Dad, please!

That guy is sick.

What are we gonna do?

Call the cops?

You're lifting the child by the leg.

You are not savages!

Take the child gently, ever so gently!

We show our babies love

and our babies grow up in love.

That's a rubber doll, Mrs. Steiner.

Excuse me.

You want a hit?

I'm a mother.

All right!

Creep.

- Don't you want to say hello?

- Hello, Scott.

- Wait a minute. Did you miss me?

- How's Susan?

Susan Halpern?

You know any other Susans?

Come on, I mean, so her folks invited us

to the beach for the weekend.

They were there the whole time.

And they never took

their eyes off of you.

Well, yeah. Sort of.

Hey, Jeanie, like your new hairdo.

It's not new, Mr. Symonds.

- Will you come to the office?

- Yeah, sure.

Wait a minute.

Don't I even get a kiss?

You think I want Susan

Halpern's bacteria?

- They were fighting.

- Something racial?

- No. A girl.

- Thank God.

- Do you know where Annie is?

- Nope.

- No idea?

- No.

Her dad's looking for her, you know.

No. I mean, I don't.

You see, I'd like to talk to her first,

find out what's going on in her head.

Then maybe I could smooth things

out with her dad. He's...

Crazy.

Angry.

He thinks she should go to a hospital.

- Where?

- A private hospital.

Someplace out in Sun Valley.

You mean, a mental hospital.

They work with lots of runaway girls.

She doesn't run away anymore.

She's been gone for a week.

But she's been at my house. Ask my mom.

I know, honey. But the guy's

her dad. He's worried.

You know why her sister ran off?

Really, Mr. Symonds, do you know?

He put handcuffs on her because

she got pregnant by some guy

and he acts like she's some sort

of fallen woman or something.

All she wanted to do was

go out and get an abortion.

No sh*t, Mr. Symonds.

Yeah, I know. The guy gets really angry.

Yeah.

Really, man.

I mean, how's Annie supposed to

become your well-adjusted teenager?

If she got right with her dad,

then she'd really be f***ed.

For sure.

If she got so he thought that

she was like really A-Okay,

she'd have to become a policewoman.

She should have someplace

to go, you know.

Where?

Well, I don't know.

Sometimes I think it's

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