Greta Page #3

anagram for "great."

Okay.

You didn't thank me

for getting you hired.

That's 'cause I already

hate the job.

It's only been one day.

(distant siren wailing)

(distant siren wailing)

(car alarm whooping)

What's up, little girl?

(helicopter blades whirring)

- Man:
Check this out.

- Man #2:
Yeah, look at that.

Hey, slice, like at you.

Baby, can I walk with you?

No.

Oh, she cold.

Yeah, that's right.

(woman singing)

Woman:
What are you

looking at?

(men and women arguing)

Man:
What did I say?

What did I just say?

Woman:
I'm not giving it to you

no matter what.

(siren whooping)

Parnelli.

Where are you?

Parnelli, time to come in.

(police radio chatter)

Parnelli.

Thanks for the ride.

- Stay out of trouble, sweetheart.

- Yeah.

Grams, don't worry.

They're trumped up charges.

Jury's got nothing on me.

What?

We found her over

in Asbury Park.

She got a little scared,

so we brought her home.

Oh.

Oh, thank you.

(knocks on door)

What happened?

Come right in, Grams.

Don't bother waiting for an invitation.

Now you see why I told you

to stay away

from Asbury Park.

Well, you piqued

my curiosity, okay?

Oh, I see.

It was all my fault.

If you don't want me

to do something,

don't plant the idea

in my head.

I'm just trying

to protect you.

It's a little late.

I'm really tired, Grams.

Good night.

Good night.

Well, I admit

she's a bit of a challenge, but...

Well, I admit

she's a bit of a challenge, but...

What?

A challenge.

I say she's a challenge.

A challenge?

She's a pain in the butt.

Good morning.

Oh, love,

it seems Greta is giving

Mrs. Wocheski some difficulty.

There's no "seems" about it.

She is.

She said Mr. Poodles

was just a mangy rodent

and not a real dog at all.

And then she said

he looks just like me.

Are you sure you heard her

correctly?

What?

I said I'm sure she meant it

in the sweetest possible way.

Oh, she's a menace,

that girl.

You'd better keep

a sharp eye out.

Well, we'll see to it

that she apologizes.

Won't we, dear?

Are you done?

I wish.

- Well, how much longer?

- Just a bit.

Excuse me, is that

your van outside?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm hooking it up right now.

Well, I didn't order any hooking up,

so you just go ahead

and unhook

whatever it is you hooked.

Grams, I'm paying for this.

That's not the point.

You're gonna love this, okay?

I don't want cable.

Look, I'm almost done here,

so if you don't want this...

Grams, it's guaranteed to keep me

out of trouble the whole summer.

And it's not costing you

a thing.

We've got to send her home.

I can't do it.

I just can't take it anymore.

Oh, honey, so she wants

the cable TV.

What's the harm in that?

Katherine:
That's the point.

She does whatever she wants to do.

She has no boundaries.

Karen's always been

too permissive with her.

Okay, that'll do it.

Finally.

This here is your remote.

What you do is...

Yeah, I got it, okay?

Scram.

All right, just...

I just need a signature here.

- (flipping channels)

- Ma'am?

Sir?

- I just need a signature.

- Okay, I got it.

- Hey.

- I told Mrs. Wocheski

that you would apologize

for that smart-alecky remark

you made about her dog.

Now please go do it.

I can't believe you would

sell out your own granddaughter

to that old blue-hair.

It's not even blue

in a good way.

Go.

Now.

We thought we heard

someone at the door.

You ratted me out

to my grandparents.

I most certainly did.

And I believe you owe me

an apology.

You know,

I noticed you keep those windows

pretty much open all the time.

Of course I do.

The breeze is healthy.

Yeah?

What time do you go to bed

around usually,

What are you getting at?

(chuckles)

You don't scare me.

Mm-hmm.

You don't scare me.

(dog yapping)

(patrons chattering)

Give me just one second here.

Uh, okay.

How's the perch?

How should I know?

I'm sorry?

It's perch.

I'm sure it's fresh.

I'm sure it tastes

how perch usually does.

I can't afford to eat here,

so how should I know?

There's no need to be rude.

Woman:
Table 12.

Man:
Can I get a side

of horseradish?

What's the perch taste like?

What?

The perch... how is it?

It's all right,

but the catfish is the business.

Yeah? What's that

taste like?

Are you telling me you've never

tried fish before?

Yeah, I have.

Okay, I'm not talking

out of the box or the can.

What kind of wonk

has never tasted fish before?

Okay, maybe not.

Come around here.

I'm gonna show you what it tastes like.

Come on.

Okay, now this right here

is perch, all right?

Now hold on.

Stay here.

Now this is catfish,

Cajun blackened, okay?

Okay.

It's my favorite.

Mm.

You made that?

Yeah.

Well, that is

surprisingly edible.

Well, I'm glad you like it.

Man:
Hey, Julie.

Man #2:
I need another special.

You don't want the perch.

What's this?

Catfish.

But I wanted the perch.

No, trust me,

you want the catfish.

The perch is all right,

the catfish is the business.

(distant siren wailing)

You know, it's really gonna be

really hard for you to ride that bike

with my foot

shoved up your ass.

Wow.

Oh, it's you. I thought you were

these guys from the other night.

- You ever let it down?

- What?

Your force field.

You know, you walk around

all up in your own sh*t

like you ain't got no time

for nobody else's goodness.

How does somebody get close enough

to give you what you need?

I don't need anything.

Everybody needs something.

As of right now, seems like

you might need a ride.

On that?

Yeah.

I don't think two bodies

can fit on that.

What, is it, like,

your little brother's bike?

Okay, let me tell you something

about this right here.

This is a masterpiece

of engineering.

This is the product

of my love and sweat.

And it can and will prove you wrong.

But as of right now,

I don't think I even want

to let you on this thing.

I mean, unless... and I mean,

only if you promise to be sweet.

Promise.

Are you always

that sensitive?

I mean, didn't your mama

breastfeed you?

Okay, that would be classified

as sour in my kitchen.

But I'm gonna pretend

that didn't happen.

Okay? Come on.

Now you promise

to be sweet, right?

Yeah.

I promise.

She's mine

She's mine

She's mine

All mine

Yeah, she's mine

Mine

- Hey, baby.

- Hey, what's up?

Forget you.

Yes, she's mine

Mine

Yeah, mine

Yeah, she's mine.

She must have been pretty.

Who?

RS.

RS was a he.

No, not like that.

He was a good friend of mine.

Does he have your initials

tattooed on his wrist?

No.

Why not?

'Cause I'm not dead.

(distant train horn whistles)

Is this what you guys do

for fun around here?

I kind of try

not to have fun.

I try to stay working.

I got this great talent

for finding trouble

and getting all up in it,

so I stay busy.

You want to be a chef?

Yeah, I want my own restaurant.

Where did you learn

how to cook anyway,

home ec?

No, prison.

You lie.

No, for real.

I was at juvie.

I was younger then.

What were you in for?

Joyriding.

(harrumphs)

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