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Thirteen Page #5
- F*** you.
- Your mother's phone's disconnected.
- Mel, she's not my mom.
She's my cousin.
My mom was a crack whore.
Okay. Everybody
just take a deep breath.
Evie, honey, do you have a friend
that you could stay with for a few days?
I think this family
needs some alone time.
I'm the one that's here every day
trying to make the situation better.
Ask Mel.
Look, Mom, there's a huge swell.
I-I gotta get poundin'.
That's okay, baby. Just go.
- Phone!
- Wait, wait, wait.
- Hold on, hold on.
- Hello? Conrad.
Hey, Spidey!
Evie, honey, let's talk about you
for just a minute, okay?
- I need to make sure--
- Are you a board-licensed therapist?
Okay, you bring the stuff,
and I'll give you a surprise.
- She's done a lot of great things.
- She's a psychic.
Cynthia, do you remember when
you tried to bring back Grandma...
humping your leg?
- Cynthia, I can handle this.
- You know, I should, um--
I should be getting back to work.
10:
30 at Nona's.Cynthia can handle it, Mom. Ooh!
Want me to model my new thong?
It's perfect for pooping on the go.
- What's that under your shirt?
- None of your business.
- What is that?
- Let me see that.
- No! What is it with you and poking me?
- I just want to see what you got there.
- Mom, stop!
What the hell is that?
- I'm talking to you.
Speak up.
I can't hear you.
How else can I say it?
I don't speak no other languages!
Oh. And do you want
to know what that is?
That is a tongue ring.
- When did you do all this, baby?
- Oh, Mom!
Two thousand years ago! I'm a mummy!
I was born 2,000 years ago! Whoo!
Tracy, Tracy, Tracy.
I'm really starting to lose it.
Stop it, please.
No bra, no panties.
No bra, no panties.
- Stop it.
- No bra, no panties.
- You have to take her for a while.
- No, I can't.
- I need you to take her for a while.
- I can't.
I've been on the phone trying
to get out of this thing. I can't.
- I need you to take her for a while.
- Are you hearing me here?
I can't. I will talk to her.
It'll be just fine.
All right?
Where is she?
Is she in the back?
Hey. How are you doin'?
Listen, we, uh--
we gotta talk about something.
Um, I gotta tell you right up front
that I can't, uh, take you this weekend.
I knew that you
wouldn't take me.
Tracy, uh...
look, baby...
you-- you have got to
cut me some slack, okay?
I am trying to kick ass
at this new job.
I am trying to get you and your mom
more money. That's all I'm--
Let me, um, just shut this thing off.
Uh...
what's the problem?
What's going on?
Can I help? Tracy.
You gotta talk to me.
Dad, do you even remember
what the last thing we did together was?
Dad, just answer the f***ing thing!
Look, this could be an emergency.
Let me take this. Yeah?
No, I can't. I'm with--
Look, Chris, I will call you
from the airport, okay?
Fine.
Nice talking to you, Dad.
Baby, I'm not going
anywhere, okay?
You know, f*** this work sh*t, okay?
I'm calling him back right now and
telling him I'm not going to Houston.
Dad, just go, okay?
Really. You need this job.
Yeah, baby, I do need this job.
Nice car.
Yeah, it's just a silly business tool.
We're going surfing
in two weeks, right? San O's? Okay.
She needs help, Dad.
Okay. Okay.
What is the problem?
Can somebody please just tell me,
what is the problem?
In a nutshell.
Wha--
Mason, wait--
Hey.
Nice car.
- Good morning, Mom!
- Whoa, hey.
- Hi.
- Knocking's real good.
Uh, Mom, we have something
really important...
that we need to talk
to you about, okay?
Okay.
Um...
I think that I would
get along a lot better...
with everybody...
if Evie just lived with us.
Brooke will pay you to take me.
She won't be like
all the other freeloaders.
She was abused...
by her uncle when she was nine.
Mel.
and he pushed me into a fire.
Okay.
if I lived here.
You're so cool.
Bye, Mel.
Why did you put me on the spot
in front of that poor little girl?
I can't reject someone like that
to her face.
- I know, Mom.
- Come on, Tracy.
Good-bye.
I love you.
Bye.
Yea! I got an "A."
I got a "C-plus." Movin' up.
What'd you get?
Let's just say my mother isn't
gonna get a bumper sticker this year.
Ah, I want to bleed more!
Hit me!
Make an effort, b*tch!
Tracy?
Tracy?
- Food's ready, ladies.
- Just a minute!
Tracy.
Get up, okay?
You can't go out like this.
Oh, sh*t.
Here.
- I mean, look at you.
You're stretched to the limit.
Sh*t, you're stretched
beyond the limit.
Kayla and I are sleeping in a tent.
She's been abused by everyone
who's supposed to take care of her.
- I have to help her.
- No, Mom, come on. You don't know that.
I mean, Jesus.
How do we look, darling?
Guys, say hello to the butt.
- Okay.
- What happened to your lip?
- Nothing, Mom. I just bit it.
Is that my belt, Evie?
Yeah.
Mason, do you have any film?
- You want to take pictures of us?
- No, Evie, I don't.
Okay, kids.
This is the day. You guys did
a great job. These all look really--
What?
Oh, my God.
Wait.
Today is the due date?
remind me that today was the due date.
- We left you messages.
- Not to mention a note on your locker.
Oh, our phone's been disconnected
just because we've been having...
family problems.
My grandmother,
she passed away.
Go to the counselor, Tracy.
She'll talk to your mom.
Now.
Knock it off, you guys.
F***!
So, um...
you just wanna go to the boardwalk
and sell some sh*t?
I can't. Um, I'm late
for my biology actually...
and we're doing a play...
and... I'm a mermaid.
I can't even remember
how to spell "photographer."
Where are we going, Mel?
Brooke. Wow.
- I've been calling for two weeks.
- All right, sweetie.
Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
I just... didn't want you
to see me like this.
Mel, my ear--
What?
They cut off my ears.
Okay, girls. Please go out
to the car, okay? Please.
Please, go out to the car.
I had that little kind of
turkey neck thing, you know?
I mean, all of a sudden I had
a kid to support. I mean, f***.
- Y-You had plastic surgery?
- Mmm.
- Why? You were so pretty.
- Evie knows what I'm talking about.
You know that little kind of flap thing
that was in the pictures?
Oh, my ears hurt so bad.
Look.
- Is this, like, a standard procedure?
- Yeah, I guess.
I mean, you know, they had to
tuck the skin somewhere, I guess.
It's just...
I didn't realize they'd have to
do the whole, you know...
f***in' crop circle.
So everything's okay, then?
Yeah.
Oh, sorry.
- It's okay.
- Excuse me.
Oh, God, I'm a mess.
Oh, dear.
- Can I get you a beer?
- No, that's okay. We're gonna split.
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