(knock on door)
(sigh) - I thought you were pizza.
- Even better, I come bearing fudge!
- Where are you going?
- To put the fudge in the fridge.
- You can't just go waltzing into my home.
- You know, not that long ago it was our home.
- Don't remind me.
- You know some girls would appreciate
having a stepmom who spends an entire afternoon
whisking chocolate for them.
- You're not my stepmom, you're my ex stepmom.
I don't even know if that classifies as a thing.
- Jokes.
See Linda swapped out my dish towels.
Wha?
What in the name, is this?
- It helps me relax.
- Relax from what? Coming off of cocaine or heroin?
Wo, it's just a little weed, chill out.
- Does your father know about this?
- Yeah, I mean, I think we have an understanding.
- (laughs) Oh really, so if I called him up right now
he would say, oh yes Daisy,
I let my only daughter smoke a doobie. . .
- No, I think he'd say "stop calling me Daisy,
" I don't love you anymore."
- Well I guess we'll just have to find out.
- Wait, please don't tell him.
He just doesn't, get me, like you do.
He's not, uh, cool.
- You think I'm cool?
- Oh, yeah, and dad...
- Oh no no no, I get it, I mean,
I'll always love your father but,
he doesn't know how to hang like you and me.
- I know right?
- I miss hanging with ya.
- Me too, we should do it more often.
You know, if I don't get grounded from smoking...
- All right, fine, I won't tell your dad.
He does get very upset when you don't
fit into his perfect life and his vision of...
Oh no no no, I have to confiscate this.
- What the hell? You're stealing that?
I used all my Hanukkah money for that.
- Well was that a smart decision?
- Come on, Daisy, I thought you were cool?
- All right, how much did it cost?
- 50 bucks. - 50, for one joint?
All right, here is 20,
21, 22...
- Daisy, what is going on here?
- Daisy's trying to sell me drugs.
- What? - I told her I was
high off life, but she wouldn't listen.
- Really, that's Daisy's?
- Uhhh, yep! I was just puttin' away fudge
and smoking a reefer.
- Oh, I didn't know you smoked.
- [Daisy] Well there's a lot of things
you don't know about me.
I smoke marijuana regularly.
I need it to help my nerves since
the divorce.
- Well, that's a relief, I was worried
my teenage daughter was using drugs
and using you as a scapegoat.
- Me, no?
I'm not depressed and lonely, I don't need drugs like Daisy.
I don't think she's coping well.
- She is right, I'm a mess.
- Well in that case, hey don't let me stop you.
Light it up. - (both) What?
- Yeah, you're such a big stoner, go ahead, burn one down.
- In front of our daughter?
- She's not your daughter. - I'm not your daughter.
- Come on, it's a safe place.
- OK, no problemo, I do this all the time so.
(click) Ooh, hello.
(laughs) Flame, all right.
Ooh, (coughs)
That's nice, primo ganja. (laughs, coughs)
Well, looks like this baby's pretty much done
so I'm just gonna... - What are you kidding me?
No no no, all the good stuff's at the end.
What can we use here? - Really?
- Hey do you know where a roach clip is Jules?
- What's a roach clip?
- Ah, "what's a roach clip," what an answer.
Oh! - Uh...
- There we go, that'll do in a pinch.
- Thank you, pop it on here,
and finish 'er off so. (inhales)
- Ooh you're a natural.
- (coughs) Hoo hoo. Nice, that's the stuff.
Right there (laughs)
OK. - You happy?
- Don't look at me, you drove her to drugs.
- Yes, that's. . .
My brain is feeling great.
My lungs are not on fire 'cause I do this every day.
Are we sitting on the ceiling?
- I don't think so.
- You're right, we're not.
Jeez, you are so smart,
even though you're mean, you're smart.
That's why you never get caught.
- Daisy! - I don't care that you lied
and when it was really your weed.
Do you think they heard us?
Linda, (clears throat)
you are lookin' better than ever.
- [Daisy] So what are we doing for Thanksgiving?
Mmm, who made these? Oh right, I did.
I mean, they're OK, they're a little dry.