"Okay." "Okay." "Oh, honey, my earring... caught." "Slow down." "Slow down." "Oh, shit." "It's Ali." "Damn it!" "No, honey." "No." "I really have to go." "I'm really sorry, honey." "I'm really sorry." "I'll have to see you next week, okay, babe?" "Listen..." "Bye." "Bye!" "I sometimes wonder if my life is always gonna be like this... kind of rough around the edges." "That's what my Aunt Rebecca would say." "That's who I live with... her and her girlfriend Vicky." "Just your normal, typical, regular lesbo household." "My aunt's always nagging me about school, always telling me to plan for the future." "But, you know... the problem with me is..." "I live in the present." "You got to be in the moment." "Hey, guys, I'm home!" "I'm a strong believer in impulsive behavior." "I don't really think about the future much." "I mean, you can't tell the future anyway, right?" "We made it through another day." "Hear, hear!" "You can only be ready." "Does rice have protein?" "May I have some?" "I'm sorry!" "Do you want beans, Randy?" " I got it!" " Okay." "God!" "Is Frank coming over for dinner again?" "Well, his mom never cooks for him, poor thing." "Hey, guys, it's Lena." "Hey, guys." "How you doing?" "Miss Randall Dean?" "What's the cosine here?" "Um, it's... ahem." "Writing another love song, Miss Dean?" "All right." "Another student." "Okay." "No more of this." "Oh, no, Little Miss Hates Math." "Next time, we're at least getting a "C."" "It's hopeless." "Aw, come on." "Enough of this teen pessimism." "I have five minutes for a pep talk." "Okay." "Number one..." "Lena moving in, right?" " Yeah, right." " Right?" "Um, number two... math is not the end of the world." "No." "Okay, number three..." "you got me." "Yeah." " I'll help you out, right?" " Yeah." "Okay, well, I got to go." "I'm gonna call you later and I'm gonna check up on you." "Are you gonna, like, be thinking positive?" "Will you do my math homework for me?" " I'll help you do your math homework." " Please?" " No." " Please." " Help." "Positive?" " Yeah." "Great." "All right, I gotta go." "Gym." "Ooh!" "Ooh." "See ya." "Ugh!" "Look who's over there..." "Randy Dean." " God!" " She's such a freak!" "Oh God, did you hear about her family?" "They're, like, all lesbians there." " Just goes to show you." " What?" "I don't know." "Whatever." "Fuck!" "I can't fucking understand this stuff!" "It's your life." "What?" "I said it's your life." "Nice car." "All right." "Fine." "I'll handle it." "Hi." "Listen, there's something wrong with my car." "I don't know exactly what it is, but I think it's the back tire, like it's out of air or something." "Could you look at it for me?" "Barrier." "I know it looks okay, but when you're in the car, you can't feel that it's going chomp?" "I really think that it needs air." "She thinks the back tire needs air." "There's a married man on the phone for you." "I know this sounds weird, but I just can't put the air in the tires because I think they're going to blow up in my face." "Well, actually, you know, tires don't blow up from having air put in them, but, um..." "I'll put some air in it if you want me to." "Oh my God." "Thank you." "Thank you." "I really appreciate your help." "I'm such a spaz." "Are you ready?" "Okay!" "It's done." "Thank you." "I'm such a spaz." "But I really appreciate this a lot." "Thank you." "I'm afraid of the weirdest things." "Thanks." "By the way, where am I?" "Uh, middle of nowhere." "Hey, don't you go to Wallace High School?" "You mean Wallace prison?" "Barely." "Well, then, I'll see you at school." "Randy." "Randy Dean." "You know, like as in James Dean?" " Oh." " He's my uncle." "Really?" "Just kidding." "All right." "Well, I'll see you at school." "The big house, I mean." "See ya." "Ahem." "Evie, why haven't we seen each other?" "Why?" "Why is the sky blue, okay?" "Why does the Earth turn?" "Why are people the way they are?" " Why isn't anyone fighting for change?" " I don't know." "Why does Ted always tell you what to do?" "Why do you always listen to him?" "Wait a minute." "I'm asking you a simple question." "It deserves a simple answer." "Why haven't you even called me?" "Fine." "Shut me out." "Listen..." "Go ahead." "Just shut me..." "Hayjay?" "Yes." "People are watching you, Hayjay." "Yeah, like I was saying." "I'll call you when I'm good and ready." "Okay, Miss Dean." "Why don't you take five minutes outside?" "Go sit in the hallway and think about the situation that you're in and how you could possibly change it." "After a few minutes have passed, you will be allowed back in class." "This is the 10th time in the last few weeks you've been late for class." "We have to stop meeting like this." "Hey, is everything okay?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Um..." "No, thanks." "Choir." "I hope this secondary smoke doesn't ruin your career." "How's your car?" "My car?" "My car is fine." "School problems?" "School's easy... compared to my life." "It's love that's hard." "Love and relationships." "I mean, why do things change?" "Why can't they stay like they were in the beginning, you know?" "Romantic and exciting and... you don't know how many conversations" "Hayjay and I have had lasting until the wee hours of the morning, analyzing and psychotherapizing every little thing." "And the next day, he's the same person all over again." "Who's Hayjay?" "My boyfriend." "Sort of." "Well, you know, they say that, uh... girls mature faster than boys." "Don't you think they would even out by the age of 17?" "No, but then again, maybe you just have to stick it out through the rough times." "I hate that." "I think that people should act out of love, not obligation." "Don't you think?" "Yeah." "I guess so." "Yeah." "I'm at my wit's end." "I really am." "I don't know what to do anymore." "Try going out with a married woman." "Excuse me?" "Oh." "Nothing." "I just said everybody needs love, that's all." "You know what?" "I'm really sorry." "I mean, I don't even know you, and I'm laying all this crap on you." "That's okay." "I mean, I hope I didn't say the wrong thing or anything." "No." "No." "I'm sorry." "You've been really great." "Thank you for listening to me." "Can I still have that cigarette?" "Yeah." "Shit." "Just take a drag off mine." "Okay, you two." "Principal's office." "I'm sorry." "I'm so..." " I'm sorry I got you in trouble." " Oh, please." "I was the one that was bending your ear about my stupid problems." "No, no." "I mean, it's cool." "We're like..." "we're like, totally bonded now." "It's cool." "Fucking dyke!" "Fucking asshole!" "Do you want a ride home?" "No." "I got..." "I got my rollerblades." "Okay." "Bye." "You know what?" "Yeah?" "They've been sticking a little bit... the wheels." "Okay." "Come on." "Is that your aunt?" "Oh, no, that's Lena." "That's my aunt's ex-girlfriend from a thousand years ago who broke up with her boyfriend, and she's sleeping on our couch for a while." "She's kind of new age, but she's cool." "Well... thanks for the lift." "Um... did you mean that about... being with... a married woman?" "Um..." "I thought you didn't hear me." "Just because I talk a lot doesn't mean I don't listen." "She's not my real girlfriend or anything." "It was just sort of a fling kind of a deal." "You're not weirded out, are you?" "No." "No." "Not at all." "I mean... why should I be?" "Well, most people are... at least most people at our school." "Well, I'm not most people." "Okay." "Whatever you say." "I'll see you at school." "Yeah, definitely." "Who's that?" "Some girl I met in detention hall." "Nice car." "These tofu dogs have artificial coloring in them." "I can't believe it." "Lena, could you help set the table, please?" "Yeah, sure, Vick." "I came out to a girl at school today." "How'd it go?" "Well, she didn't run for the hills or anything." "That's great, hon." "She's, like, this totally cute popular girl in my school." "Well, be careful." "You never know how people are going to be." "But it's good you came out." "Really, I'm proud of you." "Why do you have to make everything out into a federal discrimination case?" "Hey, look, there's a TV show on tonight about two girls who go to the prom together." " How about that?" " Wow, that's great." " "Based on a true story."" " Damn." "We don't get cable." "We can't afford it, Lena." "Yeah." "It's kind of expensive." "Vicky's cooking, Randy." "I think proms are stupid." "God, I would've given anything to go to the prom if I'd had a girlfriend in high school." "I went to the prom with a girl." " Your sister doesn't count." " She's a good dancer." "Don't tell me you wouldn't want to go to the prom with your girlfriend, Randy." "First off, I don't have a girlfriend." "Second off, I think proms are stupid." "Third off, if I went to the prom," "I would go with Frank." "Frank's a good dancer." "# We're so cool, yeah, yeah #" "# Yeah, we're so cool, cool #" "# We're so cool, yeah, yeah #" "# Fuck you, too #" "# Cool schmool #" "# I don't want to sit around #" "# And talk about the why, girls #" "# Worked out good all day #" "# I don't want to wonder if you're going to say hello #" "# I don't want to wonder if you're going to walk away. #" "I'm teaching myself how to read music, Regina." "Sounds like it." "Thanks a lot." "Well, if it isn't Anita Ekberg." "Could I speak to you for a minute, babe?" "No." "I only have a few minutes." "God!" "That girl gets me crazy!" "There." "That's better." "What you got on underneath that raincoat?" "Oh!" "Why must you torture me so?" "What's up, Wendy?" "Ali's getting on my case again about filling up that dang car all the time." "We just ought to cool it for a while, like maybe a week or so." "Last time you said that," "I didn't see you for, like, two months." "Look, it's a hard situation." "We're both at different stages in life." "I mean, I'm 27 years old, and you're, like, 17." "I'm a married woman, and you're just a young little thing flitting around, having a good time." "You know what, Wendy?" "That's just fine." "That's just fine with me." "You know why?" "Because I met someone else." "I met someone my own age, and we're going out now." "Well, I'll be damned." "You are one sly little chicken, aren't you?" "Well..." "I suppose I could get Ali off my case." "Maybe I could come by later." " Maybe." " It's too late." "I'm booked." "I'm starting a band." "I've got band practice later." "Ha!" "I don't believe this." "Look, you just have fun going to the movies and holding hands with that new girlfriend of yours, and sipping through straws together and making googly eyes!" "Where you going, Wendy?" "I have things to do, okay?" "Thank you very much." "Going to the mall?" "It's none of your business where I'm going." "What, you mad?" "You mad?" "You mad that I won't do everything you say?" "Oh, you go ahead and you do anything you want!" "It's fine with me!" "Just fine!" "I'll check in in a few." "What, a few years?" "You're driving me nuts!" "You drive me nuts!" "Hey." "Heard you're hanging out with Randy Dean." "What, are you guys the KGB?" "There is no KGB any more, Evie." "All right." "Whatever." "We're just saying." " So?" " So what?" "Were you hanging out with her or what?" "So what if I was?" "She's pretty much of a freak, I think." "In more ways than one." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Well, she's a total pothead, number one, and she's like a total diesel dyke, number two." "So what?" "Nothing." "We're just saying." "I mean, I just don't get why she has to flaunt it." "I mean, she could fix herself up and not try to act like a man." "Maybe?" "You know, you guys are so small." "Oh, Evie's got a thing for the freak of the class!" "I do not." "Get out." "Aren't you getting a little defensive, Evie?" "I am not getting defensive." "Well, I don't think she seems like your type anyway, Evie." "I mean, I don't think she even knows how to read." "I don't even know why I hang out with you guys." "Because we love you, Evie!" "We love you!" "Hey, Evie." "How's it going?" "Still got love problems?" "Hey, I'm sorry about detention hall." "You know, I hate math... and English... and history." "The whole damn thing can go to hell, wouldn't you say?" "Well, take care, and I'll see you around." "Hey, my locker is 718." "Come by and visit sometime at the old gas station." "PS:" "What bands do you like?" "PPS:" "The things I do like are trees in the summer and lying on green grass." "It smells so good, don't you think?" "Are we broken up, or not?" "Hayjay, why you always sneaking up on me, man?" "Just tell me the truth." "I want to know the truth." "I can take it." "I don't know." "I mean..." "I just think that we need a trial separation." "I mean, I need a trial separation." "I mean, I love you." "I just think that... why do you always make everything an intellectual thing?" "You can never see things from an emotional point of view." " That is not true." " Oh, yes, it is." "All right." "You want to break up, just don't call me, okay?" "Okay?" " A break is a break." " All right." "What did you say?" "I won't call you." "I promise." "I know those were love notes, Evie." "I spoke to your father today." " Really?" " Uh-huh." "Honey, your father said that the bank might transfer him to the office in London." "Really?" "Won't that be a wonderful opportunity for you?" "Uh-huh." "You'd get to visit him, Evie." "I'm just gonna need a 1/2 cup of balsamic." "I think it's 1/4 cup, dear." "Evie, when are you going to stop being so agitated every time I mention your father?" "Honey, we have our own life." "He has his." "Everything is fine with everyone." "And a teaspoon of olive oil and we'll be done." "You know, sweetheart... let me point it out to you... that we've made it this far without any major calamities." "That's good." "I really think you can relax about the whole thing." " Watch out." " Oh!" "Shit!" "It's okay." "It's really no big deal." "Evie, it's fine." "Just relax." "I will take care of everything." " It's ruined." "I ruined it." " It's not ruined, Evie." "Just relax, and I'll take care of everything." "My poor baby has the senior-year jitters." "I ruined everything." "You didn't ruin anything, Evie." "Evie, look at me." "It's not ruined." "Sweetheart, you never ruin anything." "You're Mamma's perfect little girl." "Phosphoric acid!" "Gross!" "Lena, could you help set the table, please?" "Some asshole at work called me "sir" again today." "When I have that tattoo, that'll fuck him up." "Graduate and you're getting a tattoo, Randy." "I'm going to graduate." "I got called sweetheart all day." "Even though you don't have a job, Lena?" "Honey, that smells great." "Then you get to do the things you want." "You won't have to put up with shit jobs." "I went to college, and I had shit jobs." "Everybody in a band has a tattoo nowadays." " All right, all right." " This stuff is bad for you." "Everybody stop picking." "Let's sit down and eat like the normal family that we are." "Get the pasta." "Bring the bread." "Pray tell, I only got to see his cute, round butt." "You are always talking about butts." "Dear Randy, I got your note." "Um, I'm sorry I didn't say anything after school when I saw you, but..." "She'll think I'm such a jerk." "What am I going to say?" "Hi, Randy." "Thanks for your note." "I can't believe this." "I left that note in her locker, like, a year ago." "I'm such a fucking fool!" "Well, maybe she never got it." "Shit!" "You're right." "What if she never got it?" "What if somebody else got it?" "What if someone else took the note out of her locker?" "I'm sure that nothing like that happened." "Just stop thinking about it so much." "See?" " Hey." " Hey." "Listen, um... there's something wrong with my car." "It's, like, freaking out." "It's knocking and rocking and... maybe you know something about engine repair." "Yeah, I know a lot." "What about it?" "Our mechanic Ali is only here once every two weeks." " Oh." " I can handle this." "Fine, don't listen to me." "Let a high-school student take a look at your $50,000 engine." "Isn't the phone ringing, Regina?" "I got your note." "Like, when?" "A couple of days ago." "Oh." "So your car's freaking out." "That's why you're here?" "No." "Um, I brought you something." "It's called "Leaves of Grass."" "It's by Walt Whitman." "Wow, this is a... it's, like, a poetry book." "Yeah." "It's not just about grass." "It's my grandmother's." "Wow." "Um..." "I like poems, I mean... do you like Billie Holiday?" "I think she's kind of a poet." "Yeah, me too, sort of." "Your name's in here." "Thanks." "You're welcome." "Thanks a lot." "I better get going." "Oh." "Okay." "Whatever." "So you like the book?" "Yeah, yeah." "Definitely." "Well..." "Well, what bands do you like?" "Oh, you know, just old stuff." "Classics..." "Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix," "Led Zeppelin, Stones... early Stones, not later Stones." "Right." "Right." "My friends are always teasing me about my music... opera and classical." "I just try to get them to feel it, you know what I mean?" "Yeah." "To feel how beautiful the music is, you know, and how it can totally take you over... your entire sense of being." "Yeah, I know." "I think music's great." "I think it's the reason to live." "I'm starting a band." "Really?" "Yeah, rock 'n' roll band." "Wow." "You get to travel and stuff." "It'd be great." "Thanks for the book." "Oh, you're welcome." "I'll read it tonight." "All right." "I got to go." "Okay." "Bye." "See ya." "Bye." ""The smoke of my own breath, echoes, ripples, and buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread," "crotch and vine..."" "Crotch." ""My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of air and blood through my lungs... a few embraces, a reaching around of arms... the feeling of health... the song of me rising from bed" "and meeting the sun."" "God!" "This is intense!" "Regina, have you ever heard of that book called "Leaves of Grass"?" "Of course." "It's famous." "I had to read it in college." "Walt Whitman." "He was a homo." "That girl gave it to me, and I've been reading it." "It's heavy." "What's the deal with her anyway?" "I don't know." "She's not really what she seems to be on the outside." "I'm in love with her." "That's what you said about Wendy." "Anyway, you just met her." "Wendy was just infatuation." "Total infatuation." "Shit!" "She lives in a mansion." "She's probably spoiled, then." "I don't think she's spoiled." "Okay." "Sheltered and privileged." "How's that?" "I don't think Evie's like that, Frank." "All right, fine." "So Evie's special." "Can we go now?" "# Dear dearest one #" "# This is what I've done #" "# This is what I said #" "# Like a fling of my hair #" "# Why do I stare at you?" "#" ""A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses, head high in the forehead and wide between the ears, limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground, eyes well apart and full of sparkling wickedness."" "Jeez." "What a homo that guy was." "He was writing about the power of nature, Regina." "Yeah, aren't we all." "Don't you have homework to do?" "I don't do math when I can read this book." "Hey!" "Want to go for a drive?" "I have to work." "Ohh..." "Go discover the power of nature, why don't you?" "What are they saying?" "I have no idea." "Something in Latin." "Isn't it beautiful?" "How do you know it's beautiful if you can't understand it?" "You just know." "It's not about God, is it?" "Because I'm not into God." "That's all right." "You can just feel it, Randy." "Do you ever hear from your mom?" "Do you ever hear from your mom?" "Yeah, on my birthday." "Gross!" "What's that supposed to mean?" "Operation rescue." "It's her whole life." ""May the Lord watch over you on your birthday." "Glory to God." "Love, Mom."" "She even went to jail for it." "She thinks we're all sinners." "But you're her daughter." "Yeah, everything worked out okay." "I have a family and everything." "Yeah." "You know, it's weird when you tell the story of your life, but when you're in it, it just seems just as normal as anything else, you know what I mean?" "It's like when you hear about those so-called normal families, and then you find out that they're into incest and Satanic ritual abuse and gross stuff like that." "Totally." "What about you?" "Well, um, my parents split up when I was four, and... my dad, he remarried a white woman, which... it kind of pissed my mom off." "Um... but we get along fine, though." "I mean, he's always overcompensating." "That's how I got the car." "But, you know, it's fine." "It's... it's cool." "I don't want to shock you or anything," "But, uh..." "I really want to hold your hand right now." "I mean, I wanted to hold your hand all day." "I've held hands with a girl before." "Girls like me?" "No, I guess not." "I mean, but..." "what could happen?" "We'd get the shit beat out of us, that's all." "Just for holding hands?" "I don't believe that." "God, Evie, you are so sheltered." "Well... unshelter me." "You gals want anything else?" "Uh, yeah." "I'll have, uh, another cup of coffee." "I'll have a beer." "What kind do you want?" "Uh, I'll have a Mick." "A what?" "A Mick." "You know, Michelob." "You got ID?" "Um..." "Ah." "Shit." "You know, I must have left it at work." "No ID, no Mick." "All right, I'll have a cup of joe." "A what?" "A cup of joe." "Just kidding." "Two coffees coming up." "God." "Everyone's got to be a joker!" "I can't." "Now I feel weird about that waitress." "Hey." "Hey, Evie." "How's it going?" "Listen, want to come over to my place and have dinner?" "Hey, Evie, check it out." "Dinner at my place, Thursday night, 6:00 p.m." "Evie, check it out." "Dinner at my house, next week, Thursday night, 6:00 p.m." "Hey, Evie, want to meet my weird family and eat organic pasta at my house?" "You do?" "Great!" "Great." "Great." "Great." "No, wait." "What if she says no way?" "She's, like, no fucking way, you freak." "She wouldn't say that." "She wanted to hold hands with me in the diner." "Yeah, okay." "Okay, I'm just going to be myself." "I'm going to act cool." "I'm just gonna say... what are you doing Thursday night, Evie?" "Want to come over to my house... have dinner..." "meet my family?" "It's great that you love pasta, Evie, because we eat it here a lot." "I love pasta." "Pasta's great." "Can I help with something?" "Oh no, you relax." "You're our guest." "Randy, put that down." "Vicky's cooking." "Randy, stop snacking." "She's always snacking." "So, what does your mom do, Evie?" "She's a consultant, um, for developing nations." "This is gonna be delicious." "Her actual title is agricultural economist." "Oh, wow." "Farms and stuff, huh?" "Yeah." "Let me help you with something." "Oh no, that's okay." "Lena, do you mind?" "Oh, yeah." "Sure, Vick." "Vicky is a great cook." "Except, you know, you got to watch out..." "Vicky, where are the napkins?" "Evie, that's really interesting what your mom does." "Yeah, um, the best part is that we get to travel." "Like, last year, she had to go to Paris for her annual meetings, and I got to go with her for a whole week." "Wow!" "All right!" " I'm training as a boxer." " Really?" "Yeah." "I doubt there's much work for female boxers nowadays." "Yeah." "I can believe that." "Okay, everyone, let's go sit down." "Um, okay." "Rebecca, are you gonna get the bread?" "Thank you so much." "It's great to have you." "I'm so hungry." "I am, too." "Okay." "We never really sit at the table, so this is a very special occasion." "We do too sit at the table." "We made it through another day." " Thank the goddess." " Hear, hear!" "Thanks for coming to dinner." "Hey, now, help yourselves, everyone." "Would you like some vegetables?" "I'd love some vegetables." "Well, that went pretty well." "I should have invited Frank, though." "He really would have wanted to come." "Your aunt hates me." "I mean, why does she hate me?" "No, she doesn't." "Shit, no." "She's just really hard to get to know, that's all." "I bet when I go back in there, she'll talk about how great you were." "Really?" "Definitely." "I mean... it isn't because I'm black or anything, is it?" "No." "No way." "She just probably has a problem with people who can go to Paris for a week." "Mm-hmm." "That's all." "She likes you." "She..." "likes you a lot." "I mean... at least you can be yourself with them." "I mean, that's cool." "Do you want some chewing gum?" "Okay." "Tonight I kissed another woman for the first time in my life." "The question now is, what will I do?" ""I sing the body electric."" ""I sing the body electric."" "Oh my God!" "I sing the body electric!" "I sing the body electric!" "Aah!" "I definitely don't want kids until I have a career." " Yeah." "Me, too." " You want kids?" "Yeah, sure, I do." "Why, you think I shouldn't have kids?" "No, not at all." ""This is the press of the bashful hand, this is the float and odor of hair." "This is the touch of my lips."" ""This is the touch of my lips to yours, this is the murmur of yearning, this is the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face..."" ""...thoughtful merge of myself, and the outlet again."" "I can't believe this book is in our high school." "Yeah, but they usually leave out all the good parts." "This edition is unexpurgated." "Un what?" "It means it's the whole thing." ""This is the touch of my lips to yours."" "I think what happens in high school probably ends up being pretty irrelevant later on in life." ""This is the far off depth..."" "It's not as if people check your math grades when you're 30 years old." "Really." "It's not like people remember stuff like that when you're 30." " 30!" " 30!" "Do you think we'll still know each other when we're 30?" "Do you?" "I don't know." "It seems so far from now." "But I hope so." "Me, too." "Evie, do you have something you want to tell me?" "What?" "No." "Honey, if you can't tell me, you can't tell anyone, you know that." "Mom, why is it that every time" "I try and separate from you, which is a totally normal adolescent impulse, and in fact, crucial to my adult development, you come back with that weird thing about me telling you what I can't tell the rest of the world?" "Okay, okay, fine." "Forget it." "Forget it." "Absolutely fine." "Thank you." "You know, if you want to shut me out during our final weeks together before you go off to college, then you go right ahead." "Mom, I'm not leaving for, like, four months." "You're going to your father's for the whole summer, Evie." "Mom, you're experiencing empty-nest syndrome before I'm even gone." "I'm an adult now." "Oh, really?" "And I have to traverse my own landscape." "Huh." "Call me old fashioned, but I thought that was the sort of situation where a person goes home to their ma, not their ex-lover from seven years ago." "You are old fashioned." "And where else is she going to go?" "We are her family." "This is our house." "We have a teenager to raise and it's small enough as it is." "And we're poor." "Just add to it all." "Look, I made a vow that my house would always be open to people I love." "You and I both took that vow when we moved in together." "I needed it when I was young." "Randy needed it when she moved in with us." "Even you needed that once." "No, I didn't." "No, I guess you didn't." "Look, you can either take this summer school course or you can go for the GED." "Either way, you won't be wearing a cap and gown this June." "There has to be some way I can graduate in June." "There's gotta be a way." "I told you at the beginning of the year that you had to pass math." "That's the way." "I mean, I think I've done a lot to help you, and you've refused to help yourself." "Take this letter to your aunt, and have her sign it and bring it back to me." "You haven't helped me at all!" "You know, I'm depraved on account of I'm deprived." "Can't you see that?" "Bring back the letter... signed." "I don't have enough credits to graduate, Regina." "What are you going to do?" "I don't know." "Shoot myself in the head." "You just met someone you like." "That's true." "Man, if Rebecca finds out, my ass is grass." "I'm sorry, babe." "Randy Dean!" "De..." "Randy!" "Ali, what are you doing here?" "Come here!" "Come here!" "Come here!" "Come here!" "Listen, you little twat, you dyke, you... stay the fuck away from my wife, or I'm gonna mess you up good!" "Get the fuck off me!" "Get off her, Ali!" "Don't talk to me, Regina." "This is none of your business." "I'm not..." "I'm not kidding around!" "I haven't seen Wendy in weeks!" "There's nothing going on with us!" "Get the fuck off me!" "Anywhere near her, I'll kill you!" "Maybe if you treated her better, she wouldn't fool around on you so much!" "Don't you insult me!" "I'm calling the police, Ali." "I'm not kidding around." "Anywhere near her," "I'll kill you." "9-1..." "I'll kill you." "Shut up, you lard ass!" "Are you okay?" "God, man, what is she thinking... fucking telling him about us?" "She probably told him to make him jealous." "She's such an idiot." "Let's put something cold on there." "Well, she did do a good job." "Oh... perfect." "Hi." "Hi." "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine." "Why are you holding a popsicle to your neck?" "I got bit by a bug... a big, fat, ugly bug." "Are you in a bad mood or something?" "No." "No, no." "I'm fine." "No, I'm..." "It's good to see you." "Um..." "listen, um... my mom is..." "Yeah?" "She's... she's going away in a couple of weeks, and, um... it's during my birthday." " Really?" " Mm-hmm." "And... maybe you could stay over and celebrate me turning 18." "Well, that's great." "You..." "I mean, you don't turn 18 every day... right?" "I mean, we could have a lot of fun, you know, with my mom gone." "How long is she going to be gone for?" "Friday through a Sunday." "Honey!" "Baby!" "Are you okay?" "Oh!" "I am so sorry about all this mess!" "Evie, this is Wendy." "Wendy, this is Evie." "Pleased to meet you." "Nice car." "What are you doing here?" "I just came by to say that you-know-who... he's all brawn, and he's no bite." "Thanks." "Thanks for the info." "Well, just thought I'd check in." "If you need anything, just give me a call, okay?" "Okey-doke." "Do you love her?" "No." "No!" "I love you." "Mono and diglycerides..." "Lena, if you don't stop reading that stuff out loud," "I'm going to kill you." "I'm staying at Frank's this weekend." "You haven't stayed over there since you were in the ninth grade." "How come you're going over there now?" "'Cause he broke up with some boy, and he wants some company." "Poor Frank." "Anyway, his mom's gonna be out of town." "How nice." "You'll have the whole house to yourselves." "I don't know why you have to go for the whole weekend." "I don't know why you have to give me such a hard time about everything." "Leave her alone, Rebecca." "Yeah, why don't you listen to your girlfriend?" "I'm a good egg." "Leave me alone." " She's a good egg, Rebecca." " Stop bullshitting me." "What, you don't believe me?" "You want to call him yourself?" "Hear about the boyfriend on the football team who broke his heart?" "Put the goddamn phone back." "See?" "God, Evie, if you were going to turn gay, you'd think you could at least choose someone who's pretty." "I didn't say I was gay." "I said I was in love." "How come we didn't know about this before?" "I mean, you don't seem gay." "I think that you're under some kind of spell or something." "I am not." "I'm the same person that I've always been." "Underneath it all, I am the same person." "Underneath it all." "That's funny." "Are you telling Hayjay?" "No." "Do you want us to tell him?" "No!" "Well, who can we tell, then?" "No one." "This is just between us." "I really can't believe this." "I mean, this is totally insane." "Why do we have to be the only people with this information?" "Well, Evie, how are we supposed to process this?" "In therapy, I guess." "Oh, shit." "Are you guys going to go to the prom together, too?" "You know what?" "I saw a movie about that." "Two girls went to the prom together." "It was on cable." "Who cares about the prom?" "I don't give a shit about the prom." "You're ruining your life, Evie." "I'm sorry to say, but I really think that." "I think it's gross, Evie." " Can I tell my mom?" " No!" "Listen, if you guys can't handle it, then you can just dump me right now and not be my friends any more." "I'm telling you, though, I am the same Evie." "If you can't take it, then you can just get up and leave, and we'll never have to speak again." "Um... you know, you should see if you can get that movie on video, Evie." "It was pretty good." "So what am I supposed to do if she calls to check up on you?" "You say I'm in the shower, and then you call me at Evie's." "Tell me she called, and I'll call her back." "I hate situations like this." "Why can't you just tell her the truth?" "'Cause I can't." "I can't." "Just give me the number." "Don't lose it." "It's in my purse, okay?" "Well, there's plenty of food." "Mom, we always have plenty of food." "I think I have everything." "Hold on a minute!" "Okay, now I gave you the telephone number to the hotel where the conference is and where I'll be staying." "You have your father's number" " in case of an emergency, god forbid." " Right." "Right." "Oh, I can't believe I'm not going to be here for my baby's 18th birthday." "Ohhh." "Mom, everything's going to be fine." "I told you that." "Good luck." "Have a good time." "Maybe you can invite a friend over." "Rent a movie." "Make some popcorn." "And, Evie, you have so many nice clothes." "Do you have to wear this ugly vest?" "Goodbye, Mom." "Oh, I'm going to miss you so much." "Oh, my sweet daughter." "I love her so much." "# She's my everything... #" "Mom." "# Everything, everything. #" " Mom." " Okay, okay." "Goodbye, sweetheart." "I'll call you the minute the plane lands." " Okay." " Bye." "Bye." " And, Evie..." " Yes." "Be by the phone at five to 12:00." "I'm going to call you the second you turn 18." "Love you." "Bye, Lena!" "Hi." "Hi." "Come on in." "Okay." "This is me when I was nine." "Ohh!" "You were so cute!" "I bet you were already reading, like, huge novels and stuff like that." "Oh, stop." "Oh, this is one of my dad." "He's handsome." "Your dad's really handsome." "Yeah, I guess he is." "What about your dad?" "I don't know him." "I mean, he split before I was born, so I just make up things about him in my head." "Oh my God, you and your mom... you're, like, practically twins." "Oh, please." "We're symbiotic enough as it is." "Hey, um, do you want something to eat?" "Yeah." "I'm really hungry all of a sudden." "Goddamn it, you have enough food to last a year." "There's more downstairs in the freezer." "What do you want?" "I don't know yet." "You want to smoke some of this?" "Sure." "I mean, you only live once." "You okay?" "You all right?" "Come on." "Do you like wine?" "I don't know, really." "Okay." "Château Latour." "This is a really great cookbook..." "Antoine's." "It's amazing." "Who's Antoine?" "I don't know." " You don't know?" " No." "Why do you have his cookbook?" "Is it supposed to be purple?" "Well, it's the wine, the burgundy in the wine." "Taste it." "Come on." "All right, you check on that." "Pepper." "Are you sure we made this right?" "Yeah, okay." "Is it... what does it need?" " Spice?" " More wine." " More wine?" " That's good." " It's good?" " Yeah." "Let me taste it." "Okay, this might be a little salty." "There's an orange in there." "Orange..." "it's for vitamin C." "We made it through another day." "Hear!" "Hear!" "Wait." "Drink the whole thing." "Shit, you drank the whole thing!" "I think we ate everything in the house." "I think I like wine now." "That wine was really good." "It was good, wasn't it?" "That's not your mom's favorite or anything, is it?" "No." "She'll never even notice." "Oh, what do you want for dessert?" "We already ate dessert... when the duck was cooking." "Oh yeah, I forgot." "What's symbiotic mean?" "It means when you're really, really close to someone... like, too close... like, um... an infant and its mother." "I knew that." "Do you want to know what happened to me today?" "What?" "I, um..." "I lost..." "I lost all my friends today." "Did you tell them about us?" "Mm-hmm." "I could have told you that was going to happen." "I'm sorry." "I just couldn't believe them." "I've known them since, like, eighth grade." "People are gross." "Something happened with me, too." "What?" "I found out I don't have enough credits to graduate." "Randy, why didn't you tell me?" "I could have helped you." "It's too late." "I'm failing math... again." "We'll work it out, okay?" "I'm..." "I'm really stoned." "Hold out your arm." "Are you scared?" "Shit, no!" "All right." "Well, close your eyes." " Oh, I know what this is." " What?" "I have to guess when you get right there." "Right." "So say "right there..."" "when I get right there, and don't peek." "Okay." "Right there." "Oh!" "It's hard to tell where right there is." "You are..." "you are so beautiful" "Go on." "Close your eyes." "I've never done this before." "Neither have I." "Oh, bullshit." "Yes, you have." "No, I haven't." "I really haven't." "Whose shoe?" "Oh my God." "Oh, no." "Oh, no." "What in the world?" "Huh-uh." "Evie." "Evie, there's somebody downstairs." "Evie!" "What if it's a murderer or something?" "Okay." "Shit!" "That does it!" "Evie!" "Okay." "Honey, wake up!" " Evie!" " Mom!" "Evie!" "Evie, listen to me!" "You left the stereo on!" "You drank the Château Latour!" "Everything is turned upside down." "Open this door!" "I can explain everything!" "Oh, yeah?" "Well, did you see that goddamn kitchen?" " Just one second!" " Open this door!" "Open this door!" "Goddamn!" "How can you do this to me, Evie?" "How dare you!" "How dare you!" "You ruined the whole house!" "Everything is a mess!" "Everything is turned upside down!" "Goddamn it, open this door!" "Mom, I am perfectly willing to accept the consequences of whatever action." " Oh, really?" " You just have to wait one second." "You're in big trouble, young lady." " Big time trouble!" " One second, Mom!" "Get out of my house!" "Get out!" " Evie!" " Mom!" "It's a girl!" "Get her out of here!" "Just get in the car!" "Now!" "Evie, you come back here!" "You come..." "Evelyn Roy, I'm going to kill you!" "Do you hear me?" "I'm going to kill you!" "I can't believe I'm driving your car." " Just drive." "Just drive." " Fuck, we should go back!" "We should go back and clean the kitchen." "I'll be cleaning the kitchen for the rest of my life." "Just drive." " Where?" " I don't know." "Vicky, where's my Rolling Stones tape?" "I think Randy borrowed it." "God, this room is a mess." "Wallace High School." "What is this?" "Vicky!" "Fuck!" "Can you believe this?" "This room smells bad." "What did you expect?" "A heart-shaped bathtub and satin sheets?" "We're in a sleazebag motel, running away from your mom." "Shut up." "I know why we're here." "How are we going to pay for this room?" "We can't stay here forever." "You should have stayed." "You should have stayed and dealt with your mom." "I should have stayed and dealt with my mom?" "You should have stayed." "You could have helped me." "What, like, I'm going to stay there while she's screaming, "It's a girl!" "It's a girl!" "Get out of the house."" "Yeah, I should have stayed." "Who are we going to call?" "I don't even have any friends left." "That's not my fault." "Yes, it is." "No, it's not." "You're the one who wanted to hold hands in the diner." "Whatever." "Goddamn it." ""Goddamn it."" "Hello." " Hello, Frank." " Oh, hi, Rebecca." "I have a simple request, Frank." "I would like to speak with my niece Randall right now." "She's in the shower right now." "Can I have her call you right back?" "Tell her to call me immediately and explain this letter from Wallace." "Right." "Yes, sir..." "ma'am." "Letter from Wallace." "Okay." "Evie." "Evie, is this you?" "Uh, yes, is Randy there?" "Who is this?" "Randy who?" "Randy who?" "That girl?" "Is that who you're asking for?" "That girl?" "Who is this?" "Where's my daughter?" "I think I have the wrong number." "Sorry to bother you." "I know you know where my daughter is." "Where is she?" "Sorry." "Sorry, ma'am." "You should see my dining room!" "Look at it!" "Look at it!" "Just look at it!" "Goodbye now." "Sorry." "I really owe you one." "I promise to pay you back." "Okay." "You know where it is?" "Um, it's off Route 7." "Room number seven." "Okay." "Thanks." "Okay." "All right." "Bye." "Hello?" "Frank, it's me." "Oh God, girl, am I glad it's you." "You are in big trouble." "Rebecca called here, and she found that letter from the guidance counselor and you are in big trouble now." "Fuck!" "Fuck!" "Where are you?" "Rebecca, calm down." "She's going through a rebellious phase." "This is all very normal." ""I'm sorry to inform you that your niece Randall Dean will not have enough credits to graduate this year."" "She spent too much time with her girlfriend." "That's not true, Rebecca." "You know she's always had a hard time in school." "It's not Evie's fault." ""To receive a diploma, she'll have to attend summer school, or she may opt for the GED program."" "So she has to stay home awhile longer." "That's okay." "Yeah, everything's fine so far." "Rebecca, I know Randy has a good explanation." "If she gets a GED, she'll be working at the gas station the rest of her life!" " Hello." " Rebecca?" "You're in big trouble, young lady." "Yes, you are." "Because I find out about you not being able to graduate is what!" " I was going to tell you." " Oh, really?" "Yes, I was... was too going to tell you." "Yes I..." " Like when?" " When you get home from work." "But you haven't been home." "I haven't seen you." "Where the hell are you?" "I thought you were at Frank's." "Tell me where you are!" " I'm on the road." " What road?" "I'm just on the fucking road, okay?" "!" "Get home now." "I'm hanging up." "Hanging up." "Hanging up, Hanging uuuup." "I'm going to kill her." "Rebecca knows." "She knows I'm not going to graduate." "This is so fucked." "I'm going to be grounded for the rest of my life." "I got us some money." "We can split." "We can stay." ""To think that you and I did not bear our part." "To think that you and I are now here and bear our part."" "Are you listening to me?" "Frank said your mom's having a nervous breakdown." "Oh my God." "I've got to call her." "I don't have any quarters left." "I've got a calling card." "What am I gonna say to her?" "Calm down." "Mrs. Roy, calm down." "Where are they?" "If we can just find them, I'm sure we can work this out." " Now, where's your house?" " Where are they?" "That's weird." "The machine's on." "I swear I don't know where they are." "Frank, do you want us to torture you or what?" "You already are torturing me." "Don't hurt him, darling." "Frank, you have to tell us where they are." "We have a major crisis on our hands." "I'll let you borrow my boxing gloves, Frank." "Oh, Jeez." "Yoo-hoo!" "Honey, it's me." "Well, hello, my little lovebirds." "Mmm... kind of smells bad in here, huh?" "Yeah, we know." "Did you bring money?" "Yeah." "Got it." "There you go." "Thanks." "We'll pay you back." "Thank you, Wendy, for coming over here on such short notice." "Oh, honey, don't worry about it." "I mean, I just rolled Ali over this morning, took it out of his back pocket." "He's not going to even know the difference." "What's your plan, girls?" "This is as fast as it goes." "All right, all right, all right, all right." "Calm down, everyone." "Just calm down." "We want to get there alive." "Wendy!" "...chased us down the street." "Wendy!" "I was in my bare feet..." "Wendy, I know you're in here!" "Oh, shit, that's Ali." "Damn it." "Get out of here." "Bathroom, bathroom." "Come out of there, Wendy!" "Wendy, I know you're in there!" "Would you stop yelling, Ali?" "Who the hell is Ali?" "Wendy's husband." "Great!" "This is just great!" "I know you're in there, Wendy!" "Stop yelling, Ali." "It's still early." "All right." "Where is she?" "I told that little dyke if I caught her messing around with you again, I was gonna kill her." "Whatever are you talking about?" "Oh, don't bullshit me, Wendy." "She's not here." "I swear it." "Who are you?" "Who are you?" "See, I told you she wasn't here." "Is this another one?" "No, no, no." "Ali, Evie here is a friend." "She is running away from her murderous boyfriend, and I came here to help her." " That is all." " Is that true?" "Wendy saved my life." "I had nobody else to turn to." "I had nobody else to call." "I didn't know what to do." "All right, all right." "Don't get hysterical." "Now, Evie, Ali and I have to get to church." "Are you gonna be okay?" "You need a lift or anything?" "Oh, no, thank you." "I have my car." "She's got that Range Rover out there." "Nice car." " Okay, now, Evie, you take care, girl." " Bye." "Oh my God." "You were great." "You were great." "I've never lied that well before." "I got him!" "I got him!" "Okay, we'll knock on every door till we find 'em." " Evie!" " Randy!" "Evie!" "Oh, it's your mom." "It's okay." "Just come out." "Just come out, Evie." "Please, just come out." "Randy Dean!" "Oh my God, they're all out there." "Oh my God, oh my God." "Oh my God, Evie." "Evie, think." "Oh my God!" "Oh my God!" "Evie!" "Fuck!" "Hi, I'm looking for two teenage girls." "Did our husbands send you?" "No matter what happens, you know I love you." "We need a list of demands." "I'm sorry I fucked up your 18th birthday." "We're not coming out of the room until they meet those demands." "What do we want?" "Randy Dean, we know you're in there." "Come out now!" "We want to be together, and we want you to graduate." "That's not really a demand." "We want you to have a tutor so you can graduate." "Come on out, you two!" "We know you're in here!" "We have a list of demands." "We're not leaving until they're met." "Stop this bullshit right now!" ""There are times when I felt that kissing Liota wasn't enough, but I wasn't sure what the next step would be, so until I knew..."" " Hey, isn't that Evie's car?" " Where?" "Evie!" "I am 18 now, Mom, and I can make my own decisions." "Evie, Mommy's going to get you some therapy, honey." "All you need is a little therapy, just a little therapy." "I'm not the one who needs therapy, Mom." "Did you hear what she just said to me?" "Baby, you are grounded for life!" "Get out here!" "All right, Evie, come out!" "Both of you come out now!" " Now!" " Come on!" " Who are you married to here?" " I'm married to you." "This is hopeless." "We should just give ourselves up." "Hi, Mrs. Roy." "Oh, hi, ladies." "Hi, ladies." "How you doing?" "Look, we're having a little crisis on our hands." "We're trying to get Evie to come out with her new friend..." "Randy?" "Randy's already out, Mrs. Roy." "I don't think that's what she meant." "You've got money." "You're going to college." "You're way smarter than me." "That is all bullshit." "So you guys go to Wallace High School?" "You swear that you'll love me forever?" "I swear." "I swear I'll love you forever." "Open the door." "Hold my hand." ""There is that in me..."" ""I do not know what it is..."" ""But I know it is in me."" ""I do not know it..."" ""It is without name..."" ""It is a word unsaid..."" ""It is not in any dictionary, or utterance, or symbol."" ""Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on..."" ""To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me."" "Let's change that to "girlfriend whose embracing awakes me."" "Yeah, change it to girlfriend."