Welcome to the Dollhouse Page #4

A**hole.

Don't feel bad, Dawn.

Brandon McCarthy's just a retard.

F*ggot!

It was 20 years ago today

When Harv and Marj were married

There were three little twinkles

in their eyes

When over the threshold

Marj was carried

Harv and Marj

you're the greatest

You're the greatest couple

the world has ever seen

We love you both

We wish you the best

Happy anniversary

great joy and happiness

Happy anniversary

Happy anniversary to you

Happy anniversary

Happy anniversary to you

You're the king

of the breadwinners, Harv

And Marj

you're the queen of mothers

Missy, Mark and Dawn

- Are your lucky

- Where's Dawn?

- Son and daughters

- I don't know. Where is--

Rita, did you see Dawn?

Happy anniversary

Happy anniversary to you

Happy anniversary

Happy anniversary to you

- How are you?

- I'm fine.

Yeah?

Are you gonna lose your lunch?

- Really? You think so?

- Oh, honey, would you--

- Where's Steve?

- Hey, look who's here!

- Where have you been?

- Leave me alone. I'm looking for Steve.

- Where's Steve?

- I don't know. Leave me alone.

I'm trying

to figure something out.

- Where's Steve?

- In the garage.

Steve! Open up!

Open up!

- Hey, Dawn, what's up?

- I have to talk to you.

- What about?

- I was wondering if--

Well, I've been thinking

seriously of building...

another clubhouse,

and I wanted to know--

Would you be interested in being

my first honorary member?

What-What are you talking about?

The Special People Club.

"Special People"?

What's the matter?

Do you know what

"special people" means?

What?

"Special people" equals retarded.

Your club is for retards.

- Hey, Mommy, look!

- I see, honey.

Oh, look at Missy!

Oh, God, you are so cute!

Oh, look at her dancing

with Mr. Kasdan!

And look at me and Steve!

Steve really likes me.

- Hey, I look pretty good there!

- You sound good too.

Oh, Harv, we have

to get copies of this tape.

Yeah. unfortunately,

Steve just quit the band.

What? I just gave him $200.

Didn't you just tell me he got an "A"

on his Computer Science final?

It's not that.

He dropped out of school and left town.

He wants to try making it

in New York as the next Jim Morrison.

- Stupid idiot kid. He'll never make it.

- That's what I told him.

-He'll never get into a good school now.

-No, he won't make it.

- Never make it.

- Never.

Mommy, let's watch it again!

You're so lucky.

Would you ask Brandon McCarthy

to step outside, please?

- Is something wrong?

- The police want to question him.

Brandon,

come up here, please.

Leave your test.

Come along, Brandon.

Thank you, Martha.

Sorry for the interruption.

I'm so glad I caught you.

Listen now, Dad just called.

His car broke down, and I have

to pick him up at the car dealer.

I've left a note in the kitchen

for Missy to give to Mrs. Golden...

but in case she doesn't

see it when she gets in...

tell her to get a ride home

from ballet with her.

I won't be able to pick her up

like I told her I would.

- Okay?

- Yeah.

- Now you won't forget?

- No!

And that means hungry for love.

They haven't gotten enough love.

They haven't gotten enough affection.

They haven't gotten enough

attention from their partner...

or from the people in their life.

I like to think

of your relationship...

as a living,

breathing thing.

I have found that in my program

there are five things--

I'll get it!

Wiener residence.

Whom, may I ask, is calling, please?

It's Ralphy.

- Tell him I'm punished.

- But you're not punished.

Well, I don't feel

like talking to him.

But he's your friend.

So here.

- Dawn.

- Hang it up!

I don't want to speak

to that f*ggot!

- But, Dawn--

- Hang it up!

- But he's your friend.

- He is not! He's a spy and an a**hole!

- But, Dawn, Ralphy likes you.

- Yeah?

Well, that's too bad, 'cause you can

tell him I hope he rots in hell!

- Maybe you should say you're sorry.

- F*** you!

You know you're not supposed

to drink in the TV room.

Oh, hey, Missy!

What?

Nothing.

- Haven't seen her since 6:15.

- Long brown hair, blue eyes...

Iast seen wearing

a pink leotard...

pink ballet slippers

and a pink tutu.

She has an older sister,

eleven and a half.

She gave her the note

from her mother.

She claims to have

given her the note.

- Her sister says she gave her the note.

- Yeah, she claims to have.

- This was taken last summer.

- You're not going to school today?

- Mom's afraid I'll be kidnapped also.

- Yeah, right.

What?

Never mind.

What do you think

they're looking around for?

- Clues.

- But she's not here.

Duh !

Do you think

you can use that one?

Excuse me, Sergeant.

Do you think they'll find her?

- Are you the big sister?

- Yeah.

- And you're the big brother?

- Yeah.

Take whatever you need.

I just want my Missy.

Excuse me.

You know Dad's real sick. He's probably

gonna have to go to the hospital.

- Why? What's wrong with him?

- The doctor's not sure...

but Mom thinks it might be

a nervous breakdown.

It's probably just his gallbladder.

- I'll help, Mom.

- Thank you, Dawn. Here.

Take that up to your father

while I talk to the sergeant.

Sure, Mom.

I brought you some tea.

How are you feeling?

Better?

Well, don't worry, they'll find Missy.

I'm sure of it.

And if they don't,

well, remember:

You've still got me and Mark.

Hello.

Want a bite?

Tommy? Tommy!

Go on,

get back in the kitchen.

- Who are you?

- Dawn Wiener.

- I'm a friend of Brandon McCarthy.

- What do you want?

Well, I was wondering

if I could see Brandon.

- How come you're not in school?

- My sister was kidnapped.

My mom let me

stay home today.

- What do you want with Brandon?

- I wanted to talk to him.

What'd he do,

knock you up or something?

Okay, then, go ahead.

You can go say good-bye to him.

Go on,

up the stairs at the back.

But you got just one hour,

then we're leaving.

Thank you, Mr. McCarthy.

Hi, Brandon.

What are you doing here?

I tried calling you, but my mom wouldn't

let me because my sister was kidnapped.

Yeah, I heard.

So what do you want?

I want to be your girlfriend.

Too late.

I'm leaving.

- Where are you going?

- None of your business.

- Can I come along?

- No.

- Are you gonna go back to school?

- No way, man.

I'm not goin' to no

reformatory either.

My dad thinks I'm goin', but he can

go to hell. I'm gettin' out of here.

- You mean you're running away?

- Yep, to New York.

- Does anybody know?

- No.

Get off of me.

I'm the one that

makes the first move.

- Now come on.

- R-R-Right now?

Now or never.

- But I can't now.

- Why not? What? Are you scared?

- No, but l--

- What?

Can't you wait just a little longer?

I mean, I'm sure Mr. Edwards...

will let you back in

if you stop dealing drugs.

Who said I deal drugs?

But, Brandon, everyone says--

And you believe them all.

You mean, you didn't?

A**hole.

Jed's the one that deals.

But, hey, don't feel bad.

You're like everyone else.

You think

I'm some lying a**hole.

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