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So, basically, my daughter is being a tool.
And she's meh, meh, meh, meh.
Running around and everything, and then I go into the room
and I confront her.
And then we hurl something at each other.
And it's not food.
And it's not rocks.
Can you guess what it is?
Here we go.
Oh my goodness.
Mom, where's my black dress?
SAM: What?
With the neck.
Check your closet.
No, it's not there, and I have to go to work.
Well, I'm sorry, I'm kind of busy because I have to sift
through Chewy's shit right now.
So maybe you can look yourself?
Ew, Mom, that's disgusting.
Yeah, and she's probably going to have to put him down too.
- What? - Frankie.
He tasted human flesh.
Mom, you can't kill Chewy.
- Nobody's killing Chewy. - Mom.
I'm going to be late.
So wear something else.
I can't wear something else because I have my period.
Max, can you just check the laundry room,
because, I'm sorry, full disclosure,
I forgot to put the load in last night.
Sorry.
Mom, the laundry.
And Duke, no one's killing anyone.
Promise?
Yes, I promise.
Chewy's going to be around for a long time.
Unless that coyote comes back.
You know, Mom, if you don't do the laundry,
and we think you are, it's kind of messed up.
I was counting on that to be clean.
So sorry.
Oh my God.
I didn't check the laundry.
Mom, get out.
My, God, nothing fits.
I'm so bloated.
I'm sorry that you feel bad, but you have to learn
to rein this shit in, OK?
I never took my period out on anybody the way that you do.
Oh, sorry Mom, maybe I should just go,
like, lay down in my trailer.
Right?
What?
This is actual work, Mom.
I have to be on my feet all night.
It's not like some movie set.
Max, I know you're a little stressed out,
and this is your first job, but that
doesn't mean you get to be super shitty to me whenever you want.
I'm not being super shitty.
You're so dramatic.
I can't believe I still have to put up with this bullshit.
You realize you live here rent free, right?
You do realize that.
Oh, you want me to go?
I'll go.
I am fucking gone.
Good.
The second I save up some money.
You have a paycheck.
What's stopping you?
You think I won't?
Goodbye!
Good.
Your dirty dress is in the laundry room.
Dad said I can live with him whenever I want.
Oh that'll just--
perfect.
That's great.
Go, go, great.
- Great. - Great.
MAX: Great.
Great!
You know what would be great, Max?
If you helped me.
It would be great if you helped me.
If you cleaned up after yourself, that would be great.
If you helped me with your sisters, that would be great.
Kids aren't supposed to help their Mom.
Their Mom is supposed to help them.
Oh, is that the law?
I didn't realize that I was breaking, like, the mommy law.
Yeah, and great job you're doing by the way, Mom.
You know, Frankie basically does whatever the fuck she wants,
and I'm probably going to be fired now.
So--
Oh, yeah.
I'm bad.
That's bad.
I'm a bad Mommy.
No, you're a disaster, Mom.
And you don't always have to be so hard
just because you don't know what it's
like to be a woman anymore.
You cunt.
What?
You're a cunt, Max.
I'm a cunt?
Yep.
You're a cunt.
No Max, you're a cunt.
No, you're a cunt, Mom.
No, you're a cunt, Max.
No, you're a fucking cunt, Mom.
You're a fucking cunt, Max.
No, you're a fucking cunt, Mom.
You're a fucking cunt, Max.
You're a big fucking cunt, Mom.
You're a big fucking cunt.
Your sister's an asshole, and your other sister's great.
DUKE: Aww, thanks Mom!
Love you Mom!
Oh my God.
I'm sorry.
No.
I am a cunt.
No, I'm a cunt.
No, you're not.
You're the best.
And I am such a cunt.
Well-- My Uncle Sid called me a cunt.
I was nine.
Uncle Sid?
He's dead now.
Fuck you Uncle Sid!
I love you.
Yeah, I love you.
I don't want you to move out.
But I do.
So you shouldn't.
But please move out soon.
But don't.
Oh, wow.
What?
I just realized you're going to have
to go through this three times.
Oh, Jesus Christ.