*leaves rustling* *song plays*
Mom.
Mom! The door is locked.
Quit banging on the go**amn door.
I have company and you're gonna be a bad girl.
You f*cking embarrass me!
Mom, come on, I..I have to sleep, okay?
I have school tomorrow.
I brought you into this world and I can f*cking take you out.
I need to report a runaway.
She's 16.
*laughs*Jesus-
Jesus Christ, if I knew where she was, why would I be calling you?
Hey, Jen.
Uhh, why'd you change the locks?
Hmm. Why did YOU bring your sl*tty friend around my boyfriend?
Krista?
She's not even like that.
What does this even have to do with me?
Bad roommates bring their sl*tty friends around my boyfriend.
Bad employees show up late with a f*ckin' nose ring in.
So suck it up. You get what you deserve.
What, so am I fired now?
Obviously.
Oh my god.
I didn't even do anything.
So, one flirtatious look and now I'm pregnant with his baby?
Flirting doesn't count.
She kicked me out. It counts.
Oh you poor, baby!
Come here, I'll make it all better. I promise.
Lori, knock.
Don't call me that. What do you want?
Get over here right now.
Krista, you did not tell me she was homeless.
I'm right here. Mom, don't be f*cking weird.
Krista. Lori.
I want her out. Now. Look at you. Look how you're acting.
She's a horrible influence on you. I do not want you hanging out with girls like that.
Hey, I'm still here.
This is like the only place that she could have stayed.
Her problems are not yours to solve. Do you understand this?
Whatever.
You're gonna grow out of this. This is a phase for you. It's a phase!
Mom! Oh my god.
*dog whimpers*
Oh, absolutely f*cking not.
Get outta here. Go.
You're gonna get me in trouble. Bad dog. Go!
I'm sorry.
*police sirens*
Hungry?
I'm fine.
Look, Krista told me about your mom and I believe you.
Okay? But-
sleeping in my gym...that's
that's not a long-term solution here.
Look, I can just go.
You can. I'm not gonna stop you.
But I am gonna have to tell the police you were here.
Fine.
Or we can involve CPS.
If you just wait the cops can call-
No, no, no, no. Cops don't help.
Are you serious? No. No.
Hey, how long are you gonna keep running?
Hm?
I don't know.
Just trust me.
I can help.
I'm so sorry, hon,
but I had to tell him what you told me.
*clears throat*
Oh. Right.
The day that we adopted you,
I asked you if you were pure and you said yes.
And darling-
I f*cked a guy once before we met and I didn't even like it. So, can you chill?
No, okay, so what you're telling me is that you lied to me, to us, and
you cheated on our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
You guys are f*cking insane. Like-
are you okay?
Get thee behind me Satan. Mmm
Mmmmmm
F*cking weirdos.
This eviction notice is a f*cking joke right? Like we had a deal?
Mmm, no.
Please, Mary. I already told you I was sick last week so I couldn't come into work.
I'm working tonight and tomorrow, okay? I can just- I can give you the money on Sunday.
You better be out by tomorrow. Don't make me call the police.
You f*cking serious?
Just give me a break, please.
Maybe you should have borrowed money from your parents.
Tomorrow.
Out.
'Kay.
Hey, so dead dad, can you like-
can you like uncommit suicide and let me borrow some money?
Hey, um, addict mom. Can you spare some cash maybe?
That would be great. That would be so f*cking great.
Have you noticed how many sleeping drug addicts there are outside? It's so sad. Ugh.
Yeah, it's sad but...
survival drugs, ya know?
Wait. What is that?
Well, if you, uh, can't stay up all night, then you might get robbed. Or worse, so.
Did you use to have a drug problem?
I hear heroine is what they're all on. Wait, does Stephanie know?
Oh my god. It was crack, wasn't it? I could totally see you being on crack.
I've never done drugs, but I've been homeless.
Oh.
Ew.
Well, at least you don't look like a homeless person.
Thanks.
So-
like, why were you homeless?
Hi, ready to go.
Muah. Steves, thanks for taking care of Grace.
No problem.
Byeee
Okay, Ste.
Ste!
Now vie.
Vie.
Now, Stevie.
Weenie.
That's not it! You did that on purpose now.
You d*ke, f*cking b*tch.
How long you been l*cking my wife?
I'm not f*cking your ex-wife
and we're just roommates. Wow.
Watch what you say around your daughter.
Grace, go to your room.
What do you want?
Pack your clothes. Leave your cameras and computers.
Who knows? Maybe I'll become a Youtuber.
What the f*ck are you still doing here? Leave!
No, I love Weenie!
Hey, Stevie is a very, very bad girl and she's gonna leave.
No, she's not!
*pounding on door*
Why are we here?
We're waiting for your mom to get off work.
Can I come with you?
I don't have anywhere to go.
Weenie, are you a bad girl?
*song starts playing*