LOL Page #6

Don't say that to me.

Oh, my God. I need a hotel now.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

Hello.

Oh, great.

I miss you, too.

It's nice here.

Welcome to the psych ward.

Okay, Mom, I gotta go.

My battery's about to die

and I got to find an adapter, okay?

They don't have one.

This family is so weird.

- Love you.

- Okay, bye.

She said her family is weird.

I knew that I shouldn't let her go.

- Why are they weird?

- They're not weird. They're French.

And how could I forget

to send her with an adapter?

Well, you've given her life, that's enough.

- You know what? I have to go.

- Where are you going?

You know what?

Do you guys have homework?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, I thought so. Let's get on it.

So, do you like him?

'Who?

'Who?

- Starsky.

- Mom, would you not call him that?

And I haven't even thought about it.

Don't bullshit me, dear.

I haven't. Really.

I just hate it when everyone

acts like your life is over

if you don't have a man.

There's nothing wrong with

getting back on the horse, you know.

So, where is he taking you?

Mom, would you quit asking me questions?

You don't have to know everything.

How do I look?

You look adorable.

Now, don't forget to take a sweater

and other things to protect yourself.

- Mom!

- I mean it.

She's like Mom with Lola.

Hey, come on. What about that homework?

Let's get on it, chop, chop, chop.

Have fun.

That thing is so creepy.

- Oh, my God, it is so cold in here.

- I know.

What? French people don't have heat?

- No, it's just these creepy Joan of Arc fans.

- Why?

Because she was burned at the stake!

Lola, why are you still mad at me?

Because I would never do to you

what you did to me.

Yeah, but you don't really even

know what happened,

and if you knew, you would not be upset.

'Cause you won't tell me!

Okay, but if I tell you,

do you promise that you won't tell anybody

and you won't laugh at me?

Promise.

- You swear? Okay.

- Swear! Come on.

- What?

- Oh, God!

- Come on, tell me.

- Oh, my God! I can't.

It was Wen.

You said you wouldn't laugh!

- You said you wouldn't laugh.

- Okay, I get why you lied.

So, James, what do you do for a living?

I'm a cop.

- Narcotics.

- Take that.

Just breathe. Take it easy.

I only smoke because of my sciatica.

- Sciatica?

- He is so full of it.

- No, I'm not.

- No, sweetheart, it's okay.

He's a cop!

Stop.

No, no,no, no.

Okay.

Lola?

Lola?

Oh, my God!

You're a genius. Nice muscles.

We're going to go to bed.

- Thanks, man. You're great.

- Screw you. This is the second time.

Deaf-mute.

- Why is it so complicated in Chicago?

- I don't know.

It's not complicated here.

- Hey, Lol.

- Yeah?

Can you do me a favor?

Can you keep my guitar back in Chicago?

You're the only person I can trust.

Sure.

- Can I tell you something?

- What?

It's actually my first time.

It's my first time since my divorce.

It's so good to love someone

so much it hurts.

I don't know how people survive this.

Honestly, I don't.

- Hey.

- Hey, what's up?

How did it go? I want the scoop.

- What scoop?

- On Paris.

It was cool.

Okay, well, what did you do?

School stuff. It was like, the Eiffel Tower,

which is beautiful.

And learned some French.

It was nothing special.

What about you?

- Me?

- Yeah, what did you do?

Really nothing special.

Okay, are you scared?

Well, if he kisses you on the lips,

it means he's cool being your boyfriend.

If not, forget it.

Hey.

What are you doing?

Okay, yeah.

- Okay. No. Come on.

- I love you.

So, is your old man

going to let you play the gig?

Or are we going to have to tunnel you out?

Are you kidding?

There's no way I'm going to let my dad ruin

our chance at getting signed.

This is huge, right?

I mean, it's like the biggest chance

we have, dude.

Maybe your parents could adopt me.

Yeah, but then my brother

could be hooking up with my ex-girlfriend

in my own house.

Look, man, about that.

- You just got to get over it.

- It's cool.

Look, just keep it real with me,

and we'll be cool.

I mean, we're like brothers, right?

This is so awesome.

You're a sociopath.

Okay, no, I'm not doing this.

How many pigs had to die for this class?

Where's PETA?

What do you think

they test all your ho makeup on?

Stop calling every girl a ho.

It's getting old, okay?

- Yeah, whatever, ho.

- Thank you.

Welcome.

Yeah, it comes from the heart.

- Oh, my God.

- That is so gross!

Kyle, stop!

Are you kidding me

with this room right now, Lola?

It is a pigsty-

All right, will you get out of my stuff?

You're never going to find

anything in there anyway.

Well, if I can't find my sweater, then

you're losing your computer for a month.

All right. Love you, Mom, love you, Mom.

"Emily's lie totally worked,

"and I finally got to have sex with Kyle.

Sex with Kyle."

This is the worst thing

you can do to your child, isn't it?

To betray their secrets.

I feel terrible.

So tell her.

- What?

- All of it.

That you found her diary.

That you know everything. Tell her.

But she would never forgive me.

Hello.

So, you wanted to talk?

I'm listening.

Yes, I want to talk about Lola.

Did you order?

Don't you start.

- What?

- I have a therapist

who says... and it drives me crazy.

Did you tell her how you're doing someone?

I am not doing anyone.

Oh, I'm sorry, yes. You're right.

It's men who do sluts.

You women are always making love

to incredible gentlemen.

Just stop it. This is really not the time.

This is a great time for me.

But I forgot I'm speaking

with Miss Moral High Ground.

Lola's doing drugs.

She's smoking pot.

She's a mess right now.

Well.

You are her role model.

Yeah.

When she hears about your new sex life,

I can't wait for that.

- Hey.

- You're an idiot. An absolute idiot.

Hey...

I'll see you later.

Come on, let's go!

- I gotta go.

- Now. We're gonna be late.

- Hello, Anne.

- Hi.

- Love you.

- Okay.

That was cold.

Well, I'm not crazy about you

hanging outwith that girl.

That girl is my best friend.

I'll hang outwith her if I want to. It's my life.

- What?

- It's my life.

You're my daughter, my responsibility.

And until you turn 18, there's a few things

that I won't tolerate.

- Really, like what?

- Like messing up your life.

I'm not messing up my life.

Smoking pot, drinking alcohol,

sleeping around.

- What do you call that?

- Where'd you get that?

I read your diary, okay?

- What? What?

- It was an accident.

I was looking for my sweater and it fell out...

That is not an accident! It did not fall!

It was hidden, Mom!

Well, at least we now know

we're on the same page.

Yeah, you're a liar! Are you kidding?

You had no right to do that!

That is my private stuff!

God, you're a b*tch!

Lola! Lola!

Lola!

Lola!

This house needs a man.

- What about me?

- Oh, sweetie.

We just need to talk.

- Where are you going?

- To Dad's! Do you mind?

No, not at all.

I'll even be happy to drive you...

No! I got it.

Bye.

Come here.

My baby. I know. I know, sweetheart.

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