Uptown Girls Page #4

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Essentials, remember? | You've got to get rid of this junk.

It's essential.

Twenty dollars. | - Ten.

Sold.

Can I talk to you for a second? | Come through here.

Do me a favor, all right? | Watch your step.

This is Kelli. | Kelli, this is Molly.

Pleasure to meet you.

Looks almost as good on her | as it does on you, doesn't it?

Gooey! Looks like Mu isn't | the only pig you hang out with.

Go away!

It must be really hard | getting rid of all this neat stuff.

No, I'm actually loving it.

Really? | - It's very refreshing.

Everybody, once in their life, | should do this

and slough off all the bad... | Wait!

Sorry. This is...mine.

No, I just bought it. | - How much did you pay?

Thirty dollars. | - My friend Rosella gave it to me.

I'll give you 50. 75!

Enough!

We're downsizing, remember?

Sloughing off the excess | to find our center.

You want this, Molly.

Close your eyes | and repeat after me.

I want this.

Miss Gunn?

We're ready to pack this room up | for storage, ma'am.

Can I have just | five more minutes, please?

Okay, sure. | - Thank you.

Is that you?

Dad's a rock star?

Was.

He's dead.

Bet this stuff | is worth a bundle.

I can't just sell it, Ray.

It's my parents' stuff.

No, you're gonna box it up so it | can lay in storage gathering dust.

God, you're pathetic.

That man in the library | in your house...

...nurse said he's in a coma | from a massive stroke.

That's your father, huh?

Was.

He's a vegetable now.

Soon he'll be nothing.

That's kind of harsh.

It's a harsh world.

Watch where you're going!

Neal, I really hate talking | to your machine.

Where are you?

I'm still holding on | to your jacket for you.

I know you've been going crazy | trying to reach me,

but I've been | in a transition right now.

I'm, like, Miss Proletariat now.

Mop the floors, spank the brat, | pick up the paycheck on Friday.

I am a woman. | How about you?

Sh*t!

Get under the tail.

I'm not putting my hand | under his heinie.

Do you want him | to stay here or not?

Oh, God! | Oh, my God!

I'll get him!

Very good. | Now come out of plough.

Very nice. | Breathing. Good.

Pull up under. Very nice. | Molly, out of plough.

Come on, Molly. | Let's go.

Could you please help me? | This is starting to hurt.

Oh, my God.

73...beautiful.

74,

75...very good.

76,

77...

Let me put a few more on.

Ing, here we go.

Waist.

Molly, you get to be in charge | of the chocolate chip cookies.

They're already mixed, | so all you have to do

is put them in the oven | and time them.

Salmonella.

You're letting her do this?

Relax, girls. | It's just cookie mix.

How badly | can she screw it up?

Put it out now! | Put it out!

I'm trying!

Oh, gosh! | This is Neal's jacket!

Put it out! | - Get it out!

Take it back!

Oh, my God! | - Take it back now!

What are you doing, Ray?

Have you gone mad?

There is never, ever an excuse | for hitting another person.

What's going on?

She was laughing at me | because her "au pair"

said that my new nanny | was a slutbag whore.

Go!

I'm sorry. | Sorry.

You've reached Ingrid.

Please leave your number | and the time of your call.

Be specific.

Hi, it's Neal calling for Molly.

I hope this is | the right number.

I love Ingrid | with all my heart

and all her cute | Martha Stewart-wannabe friends,

but it's a real estrogen-fest | over there.

A girl needs a testosterone injection | every once in a while.

Not that I think | of you that way.

You're super-sensitive.

Don't be a silly goose.

Please let me | patronize the arts.

Well, actually...

I just signed a deal | with Schleine Records.

Oh, my God. | What?

Oh, my God! | Neal, that's incredible!

That's amazing! | Why didn't you say anything?

I would have, but this is | the first time tonight

I've managed | to get a word in edgewise.

I...

So how did you seal the deal?

Ships crossing like ghosts | in the night

Names unremembered, | faces in sight

Take what we can | in need to survive

I know this one. | This is the deep one.

Words exchanging kisses | i i

Leave me scarred, | feeling confused

I'll see what unfolds

Don't hide what I need

Girl, now, I love you so

Sheets of Egyptian cotton

Sheets of Egyptian cotton

Sheets of Egyptian cotton

Sheets of Egyptian cot...

I guess I looked | deep down inside

and...found that inner hook.

You certainly did...

...and that calls for...

...an outer hook to go with it.

What's that? | - Your lucky jacket.

My lucky...

What have you done to it? | - A few minor improvements.

Improvements? | - Yeah.

You mutilated it! | - No, I fixed it.

Look how great this is. I told you | purple was your magic color.

We have to talk.

Those are the four | most hateful words in English.

I can't see you anymore.

I'm sorry about the jacket. | - It's not about the jacket.

I just can't see you.

That's all.

Right. You just do | the rock star's daughter

so you can tell | your pop star-wannabe mates,

then ride off into the sunset | with your crummy guitar...

It's not like that. | I'm just not in a place...

Ray, can you | turn that down, please?

Thank you.

You're supposed to put | the cream in before the sugar.

I'm not having cream. | I can't gain weight.

My ballet recital | is Friday night, remember?

Right. I remember.

I invited you to afternoon tea. | The least you can do is be polite.

Why are you buttering | my plastic scone?

Why are plastic scones on the table | when we have real food?

You thought they were cute.

Are you still moping | over that disgusting guy?

Other people | always let you down.

Why don't you forget them | and do something for yourself?

Like what?

I don't know. | Something you're good at.

And I don't mean shopping.

Maybe some of us | aren't good at anything.

Every grownup | is good at something.

My bad.

I don't see any grownups | around here.

What's so great | about being a grownup anyway?

So I can turn out like you?

You're scared.

Sometimes when Mu hears people | walking by outside the door,

he gets this funny expression | and runs into the bathroom,

like he thinks | they're coming to get him.

That's how you look.

Where are you going?

If you refuse | to have a nice time with me,

I'm going to have fun | by myself.

Two hundred plis isn't fun, Ray. | It's slave labor.

Fundamentals are | the building blocks of fun.

Right. I forgot.

What is with | this music, anyway?

It's like a soundtrack | to slit your wrists to.

It happens to be Mozart. | - It happens to be depressing.

If we're gonna have fun, we need | to listen to music that's fun.

I hate to break it to you,

but this junk is not music!

But it sure is fun | to dance to!

Cut it out!

You look like a spastic hyena!

What are you doing? | What is your problem?

Let me go!

What are you doing?

Grow up.

Where are you going now?

I have about a million | last-minute errands to run

and a date with this | normal adult guy I met.

He's in computers.

Ing, I am so sick | of all of these rock 'n' rollers,

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