Perfect Sisters Page #3

- Love you.

- See you later. Take care of your mama.

Take care of your house.

That was a good Thanksgiving, sweetie.

Thank you so much.

You know you could if you wanted to.

How many more times, Linda?

How many more?

I love you.

Hey...

I told my mom to go on without me.

- You wanna go for a walk?

- Let's go.

Now it's a normal Thanksgiving.

So, you guys are having like,

money trouble?

Can you call me attractive again?

What?

You know, like you said before.

I don't know, I just like hearing you say it.

Well, you are.

You're very attractive.

You are hysterical.

You know, I know Beth thinks I'm a loser...

because I don't dress like a vampire

or whatever...

but...

I think you're a really good person.

I mean, you'd do anything

for the people you love, and I think that's...

I think that's rare.

Look...

I've had feelings for you since we were, like...

little kids,

since our mom's started working together.

Yeah. I know.

You do?

Yeah. I mean, I'm not retarded.

So like, why didn't you ever say anything?

I don't know.

I guess I just always liked

the idea of having a smart...

good-looking, older man pining after me.

Oh, Davey...

it's not like I didn't have feelings

for you back or anything...

it's just...

listen...

you don't want to get involved

with someone like me.

Okay?

Come on, don't give me that.

I've known you since like forever.

I know who you really are.

And now I'm away at school now...

and this could be our last chance to,

you know..

The long distance thing is really rough.

Yeah, but you know,

I'm willing to give it a go.

First, you have to think of 10 words

to describe my beauty.

Other than "attractive."

Okay...

you're...

you're beautiful...

- Okay.

- You're...

gorgeous...

you're...

lovely...

cute. I don't know, handsome?

Can I kiss you now?

Oh, look, a dead bird.

Hi.

How was your walk with David?

He didn't try to hold your hand, did he?

He is...

very sweet.

And I'm just not quite sure

what to do with that, so...

Oh, well.

Anyways, I've been brushing up

on my Residential Tenancies Act.

Once we miss rent and

the landlord starts the process...

we've got another six weeks or so.

Which means well be evicted mid-January...

just in time for my birthday.

Well... I hate to destroy your smug,

know-it-all sense of self, Beth, but...

I actually overheard Mom on the phone...

with her mysterious lawyer-boyfriend and...

it kinda sounded like

he was willing to help out with the rent.

- Wow, Lawyer Boyfriend is real?

- Evidently.

I didn't realize Mom

could still f*** above her pay grade.

Well, she can and he's apparently quite

a bit older than her.

I would like to offer you...

this brownie.

Me and your mother are going to dinner.

She baked you a brownie.

- I did, I baked you a brownie.

- All day, she was slaving.

All of these brownies I baked for you.

- Just take a bite. And it's...

- Okay, I'll take a bite. Kay.

Yummy.

- I like him.

- Do you?

Mornin.

Which one are you? Sandra or Beth?

I'm the one you should let go of. Please.

What's wrong with you? Cmon.

- Let go of me!

- Hey, hey.

I'm trying to talk to you.

What's wrong with you, huh?

Calm down.

Why do you wear so much make-up?

Pretty girl, you shouldn't cover your face.

You look like a f***ing vampire.

- Please, Steve.

- Come on, come on. Calm down.

Calm down.

Do another what if.

What happened?

Make me feel better.

Now.

Okay, okay. Okay.

Okay, what if we were...

like Bonnie and Clyde?

- You know, and we ran away..

- No, no.

I wanna do a happy one. Please.

A happy one, okay. Okay.

Okay, what if...

oh, okay, okay.

Okay, remember...

that trip that we took to the lake...

right before Mom and Doug broke up?

You know, with Bobby and everybody?

That was fun.

As if.

A toast...

to family in all it's wonderful forms.

And...

to finally having a real man around the house.

Merry Christmas.

What's the words?

Here, let me dance, let me dance.

Happy New Year!

My girls!

Wanna go to bed?

No, the ball hasn't dropped yet.

It has, actually.

Stop, Mom, stop. Stop.

- Hey, sweetie.

- Get the f*** off me!

How many Valentines did you get?

- Which one is your girlfriend?

- Can I have all the candy now?

Mom!

Mom!

Oh, my god. Come on, Bobby,

let's start your homework.

Jesus Christ.

So, Mom...

I was wondering if I could have

some friends over if that's okay.

- What?

- You only gave me three.

Here's two more.

All right, let's go. We're all in.

Hey, where's the little guy tonight?

With his a**hole father.

Such an a**hole.

I know, Bobby's a goddamn handful...

but the best part of having kids

is making em, right? Right, Steve?

- Yep.

- Right, Stevie?

I love it here.

Now let's play cards, huh?

- We love having you here, Ainsley.

- Ainsley?

- Mom. It's Ashley.

- You in?

- Sorry.

- All right, let's go. Come on.

- I thought Ainsley was pretty.

- You in?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Let's go.

Anyway, I think you will appreciate this...

because you are a woman

and I can see in your eyes...

- you have that look in your eyes.

- Thank you.

Steve here really knows

how to make a girl feel good.

You know, down there.

- You know what I'm sayin, right?

- Mom!

- No, Mom! Mom! Mom!

- Like five times in a row!

Are you in or out?

- I'm out.

- You in?

- Yes. I'm in.

- Could you pass me that? Thanks.

I don't know if I can be in or out.

You have to tell me.

Don't show me your cards.

- I don't know what to do.

- All right, you're out then.

- Okay.

- What do you got? You in or out?

I'm in.

Beth?

Beth.

I'm out.

Come on, Steve, let's go to bed.

Come on, let's just go in the bedroom.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, come on, come on!

Great!

- Get off!

- Jesus Christ! I hate this game!

I'm sorry.

Mom, just go to bed, please!

- Just go. Go to bed.

- Okay.

Just go.

Oh, my gosh!

You know, I hate to repeat myself,

but your mom is awesome.

- Thanks, Ash.

- Steve!

- Hey.

- What?

Listen, my dad keeps a chainsaw

in the garage...

says it'll cut through anything.

A tree, a wall, a mother.

- How about a mother's boyfriend?

- Why not?

She's drinking again.

I mean, she's barely functional.

- She lost her job, and this new guy..

- Whoa, wait, let's go back.

When was your mother diagnosed an alcoholic?

Never, I guess.

She went to a meeting

a couple of years ago once...

but she said the whole thing wasn't for her.

And have you guys experienced

any physical or sexual abuse?

Well, nothing worth mentioning at this point...

Is your mom being abused?

Well, no, not yet.

But, I mean, we've been here before.

I mean, we need like a preemptive

strike or something.

Look, I believe you.

But without a record of abuse or alcoholism...

you're just gonna sound like a couple of kids...

that don't like their moms new boyfriend.

Now you've got to document everything.

How much she drinks, any signs of neglect...

inappropriate behavior

on the part of the boyfriend.

And then maybe we can reconnect..

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