Girl in Progress Page #3

Becky, least amount of complaints,

that's you.

- Really?

- Yeah.

And, Olga, you forfeited everything

by spitting in a customer's food

in front of the customer.

I'm sorry, he deserved that.

Now listen, you,

wives have a problem with you.

Just tone it down a little bit.

I'm not saying get rid of it.

Lord knows they're not coming here

for the food all the time.

All right. Just be mindful.

That's all I'm saying.

Got it, boss.

Mission!

Go empty the trash!

Do to the trash

what your ex-girlfriend did to you.

Dump it!

No.

Thank you. But I already ate.

Burgers and fries, our favorite.

Greasy, extra greasy.

Extra, extra greasy!

Fine!

I'll just eat them all by myself! I can do it.

See if I care!

Oh, God! Doesn't scholarship mean free?

I need six more jobs.

Ansiedad!

Ansiedad!

Why is the door locked?

What are you doing?

Rehearsing for my

blasting death metal phase.

Unless hip-hop freaks you out more.

This freaks me out.

Great.

What happened to your teddies?

I decapitated them.

Grow up.

I'm trying.

Mom?

Yes?

Did you win that?

In chess.

How nerdy.

I'm happy you have

something you like to do after school.

Mom?

Yes?

You say you're tired

as a halfhearted excuse for not noticing.

I am tired, baby.

I'm really, really tired.

Fine.

Why aren't kids allowed

to use the school elevator?

Because kids are animals.

Now, can we talk about your homework?

You should be amazed

I even show up for class.

My mother never finished high school.

She keeps saying

she's gonna go to night school

but she never will.

How old is your mother?

She was 17 when I ruined the party.

And then she had to leave home

'cause her mom wouldn't have her around

with yours truly.

Your grandma sounds tough.

I guess.

Are you trying out a new look?

You can tell?

What are you wearing?

It's Ferguson's.

We're going out. My mom doesn't know.

Hey!

So, some of us are hanging out tonight.

My mom's away

and I have keys to her gallery.

I was thinking that if you're still

down to help us

with that stuff you said you could get,

you'd be really hooking us up.

Are you out of your mind?

I'm not buying you liquor.

It's bad enough I let you in here!

Tell him it's important, Maude.

Hey, let me be straight with you.

You're only here seeing your "grandma,"

because your grandma gets no visits.

Now, you coming by is doing her good.

Well, can I have the bottle

you keep in your back pocket?

Get out!

Bye, Maude.

Mission.

I need your help.

Do you know what today is?

Thursday?

Actually, it's Friday.

But it's also my mother's birthday.

Really?

You should buy her a present.

Like what?

Tequila.

Which I will hand-deliver

at just the right surprising moment

with a bow and a note.

She's here.

Oh, my God! You did it!

Awesome! Thanks.

I like your cast.

Thank you.

It's very clean.

Yeah. I don't let people write on it.

I know what you mean.

Trevor.

Trevor's here, everyone.

And the party starts.

Go play with your fat buddy, little girl.

Okay.

I'm sitting here.

You're so not.

Hall passes.

- Oh, my God!

- I got a ton.

Yeah, right.

Fine.

Wait.

What's your name?

Anne.

Where'd you get hall passes, Anne?

For me to know.

Okay.

You can sit here.

But the hippo's gotta go.

What the hell are you looking at?

You got enough chins?

Do I look like a meal to you?

Leave her alone.

I mean,

look at her,

she's a fat blob.

The school has to reinforce her lunch tray.

And her boyfriend's Ferguson.

- The flea packer?

- Yeah.

And her mom's a big alchie

who drinks all her father's money.

And she dresses like a retard,

because she is a retard.

Get out of my chair.

Come sit. We have so much to talk about.

I absolutely love your hair.

- I should totally wear it like this sometime.

- Gorgeous. Yeah.

I mean, what is this style?

You want some gum?

Thanks.

So, have you heard about

the blackout party?

Two crazy crab salads, two crabby chowders

and one fatty bay all the way to stay.

Got that, Lo Mein?

Why not anyone call me chef?

Just say chef!

Damn it!

Hey, you okay?

Becky just quit.

She had a fight with a flight of stairs.

That leaves you to run the restaurant.

You're not ready.

That means I can't go to Crab Masters.

- I can do it.

- Do what?

I can run this place. I've done it before.

Where?

Memphis. Rib joint. Fifty tables.

I managed lunch.

All me.

Come on. Come on, I got your back.

You go get that Crab Oscar.

Grace, don't make me look like a fool.

I promise.

Mission, come here.

Give me this. Take this.

You're serving tables now.

Look presentable, would you?

Hi!

Welcome to Emile's Crab Shack.

Something to drink?

What happened?

My wife came home and said you quit.

I think about your wife sometimes.

- She made me coffee in that fancy...

- Expobar.

Yeah.

You know, seeing you lying sideways

like that, I'm thinking,

that's something I want

to see every morning.

I'm going to tell her.

I don't believe you.

So don't believe me.

We need to stop.

So we should stop.

You look pretty.

Hey! No, "Good morning"?

No, "What are you making?"

I'm making chilaquiles.

I hate chilaquiles.

Since when?

Since I realized you only make them to

avoid talking about your latest 'tard move.

My latest what?

'Tard move, Grace.

It's when you do something retarded.

Like taking a married man back.

Don't talk to me like that.

I'm out of control. Catch you later.

Hey.

I got invited.

Are you okay?

- Hey, Tee, I don't have all day.

- I'm coming.

What are those?

Nothing.

Skinny pills.

- I'm halfway down my list.

- Hey, Tee.

All I need is a Trevor and it's over.

Wonder what you're gonna do for that.

Too bad you don't have

another friend to betray.

Let's go!

Epiphany.

It's a literary term for a sudden realization.

An "Oh, my God!"

Revelation where the world

suddenly crystallizes.

In our protagonist's case,

it's the moment where she thinks to herself,

"Wait a minute. "

Nice.

"What have I done? And is it won'th it?"

In Shakespeare,

some characters are vengeful,

sad or suicidal

as a result of their epiphanies.

Excuse me. Where are you going?

The girls' room.

Shouldn't you ask permission?

Can I have permission?

Hey, students in my class raise their hand.

Am I letting you down?

You're letting yourself down.

You're right. Can I go now?

Yeah, don't let me slow you down

on your way to night school.

Answer to number one, Friar Laurence.

Two, the Capulets. Three, Mercutio.

Let me hear it.

Close the register every night

same as always,

but make each day a separate cash pile.

Pile each pile in the safe

and then lock the safe.

With...

We're winning Crab Fest, do you know why?

Because you trust everything back here

is gonna be just great.

Yeah, that, too.

- Later. Expect my call.

- Yep.

Did you ever get the tequila?

- Tequila?

- Yeah.

God, I hate tequila. It makes me so sick.

Okay, let's get to work.

- Hello?

- Ms. Gutierrez?

Gutierrez. Yes?

I'm from accounting at Bronley.

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