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You didn't do the dishes.|- I'll do them later. - Do them now!

Don't go out tonight!

I wouldn't do that again|if I were you.

I hate you always coming home wasted!|- It's none of your damned business!

You're my mother!|- But you're not my warden!

You're always telling me how|to live my life!

I never tell you how to live.|- The f*** you don't! What's this?

What do you call these? I found them|everywhere but my Christmas stocking!

I don't want you taking drugs.

Don't.

How could you do that?|I hate you.

You only care about are stupid cards.

All you care about|is getting loaded and laid!

Shut the door.

What, do you think we're in a barn?

What is it? - Shut up.|It's my kid. Wait for me.

I don't wait for nobody.|- Then get the hell out.

No problem, baby, no problem.

Mom,

head hurts.

Where does it hurt? - In the back|mostly. - Alright, pick something.

Sorry about what I said today.|- Pick something.

I can't think when it hurts.|- Don't think, just pick something.

Trip with Ben.|- How?

Boat.|Now see it and tell me.

Tramp steamer, big, black,|with a red bottom,

the paint's chipping off.

Me and Ben on the deck.

We're cleaning something.

The sky's blue,

getting cloudy,

the ocean's dark,

it smells good.

We'll get to Spain in the morning.

I check the bikes.|- Tell me about the bikes.

Mine is a '74 Shovel Head|with a suicide shift,

bright red...

What are you gonna do?

Make myself well.

You OK?|- Yeah.

Thanks for last night.

Gar called to say|he wants to take you to the carnival.

Are you coming?|- Maybe.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

I'm sorry about your baseball card.

That's OK. I have 2 others like it.

Little sh*t!

I liked your poem though.

I just get scared for you, Mom.|- Oh, don't be.

It's bad for you.|- I can handle it, Rock.

What if somebody gives you bad stuff|or too much? - What are you?

The director of the|- Inland Valley Chemical whatsit?

No, I just get scared something could|happen to you... - Just lay off!

Jesus Christ, OK.

OK, what?

OK,

I'll cut down.

Promise?

I said so, didn't I? Don't push it.

I saw this amazing '74 Knuckle Head.|- Let's check it out.

Gar, are you going on this? - Sure!|- Mom, you want to ride?

No, baby, go ahead.

Rusty, look what Dozer won for you.

Hey, Doze, great!

I could use it for after-dinner mints.

Let's ride those bumpers!

Better watch out. - Anybody else?|- Let the boys play.

You can ride, but I can't take the|blame for what happens to the retard.

I can't take the blame|for what happens to you.

Take the tickets.

Does it remind you of anything?|- A bunch of guys running in circles.

Going nowhere.|- Except my Rocky.

A small lemonade, please.

Want something nice to go with it?|- No, thanks. - High quality stuff.

I promised my kid.|- Promised your kid! I like that.

I'll put it with:|"I promised my parole officer. "

Put anywhere you want to.|- You know where to find me.

Did you see where Mom went?|- Yeah.

Don't worry, have a good time.

Are you guys in here?

Sh*t!|- Got any dope for me, baby?

I didn't get any.

You don't believe me?|- Should I?

Ben?|- What?

Look. Come and look at me.

Get Mom.

What?

You did a terrific job|with the decorating committee.

Are you going to the prom?|- I don't know.

Hi, Rocky.

How are finals going?|- Pretty good, Mr. Simms.

I had a great idea for you. How about|a couple weeks at summer camp?

No, I'm saving up for something else.|- It wouldn't cost you a cent.

A friend of mine|runs a camp for the junior blind

and he could use a C.A. For July.|- What's a C.A?

Counsellor's Aide. You help|with the kids and get to go free.

Little blind kids?

Most of them.

Hey, Rocky! I got an A in algebra!|- You owe me 14 bucks.

I got a Roy Campanella for you.|- It's a deal.

I tutor him.|- Oh. How about the camp, Rocky?

I don't think so.|My mom kind of needs me.

Your mother never gave me|the impression she couldn't get along.

That's not what I mean.|I kind of organize things for her,

just kind of keep things together.|- I guess you probably do.

Will you at least think about it?|- OK, I'll think about it. - Good.

Bye-bye.

Hey, Rock!

Hey, baby!

Mom, what would you think of me|if you were a girl?

That's a toughie. Let me see...

I'd think you're pretty cute.|I like guys with red hair.

I want to talk to|another plastic surgeon.

We can't do anything|until the bones stop growing.

So what's that? 2 years at the most.|We've been doing this for 16 years.

Don't you understand anything?|It's girls.

Can I get a beer?

Come on.|Wait, I'll wake my... Sh*t!

Honey, wake up, you got a guest.|Come on, Screech.

Come on, boy!

Jeez, what happened to your face?

What do you want?|- That lady brought me here.

Oh, my God.

I don't believe she did this.

Well?|- Well, what?

What do you want?

You don't happen to have|a Carl Furillo, do you?

It's just a joke.

Do you want to sit down?

Mind if I smoke?

How old are you?|- 19.

How much do you get?|- Depends.

Oh. Sure.

How much for a basic?

25.

Is that it? You need a manager.

No, thanks. I already got one.

Why is your map stuck with pins?|- Those are the places I'm gonna go.

I'm going to Seattle, Washington.|As soon as I get enough money.

Seattle.|- I gotta sister that lives there.

I get postcards.|It's real wet, clean.

What happened to your face?|- I used to do a lot of drugs.

No sh*t?|- No, I'm just kidding.

Where the hell have you been?|- Getting something for Rocky. And me.

I hope it was worth that 40 bucks|you took out of my jeans.

I remember when you weren't above|copping a couple bucks for some snort.

Grown up since then.

40 bucks.

Want to take it out in trade?

Are you alright?

My mama used to say some people|are born with no place to go.

I don't believe that. - How d'you|explain the rotten things that happen?

I don't know.

Lorrie, I hope you don't mind, but|I think you got a shitty attitude.

It's pretty negative.|- It is?

Yeah. If you think like that|things only get worse.

When something bad happens|you got to remember a something good.

Like what?|- I got a bunch of them I use.

Like the time|we all went down to Mexico.

Or the smell of my grandma's kitchen.

I don't think I have any.|- Everybody's got at least one.

Well, maybe the time...

Na, I don't know.

I hope you don't think|I don't like you or anything,

'cause I do.|You're really pretty and nice.

It's just that I thought|it would be with someone I love.

I just thought of one.|- Yeah?

Yeah. I was in 5th grade.|You had to paint a pine tree

with snow on it.|Mine was the best one.

Teacher, she put it on the wall|where all the kids could see it.

She put a big gold star on it.

And all the kids saw it.

You want more toast, Lorrie?

I gotta go to work.|- Can you take her to the bus stop?

Sure. Come on, Lorrie.

Bye.

Bye, Rocky.

Mom, do I look like|a freak to you? - No.

You always tell me my face doesn't|matter. But it does, doesn't it?

You think I can't even get a girl|to like me unless you pay for her.

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