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- Oh, sh*t!

- Who's the girl, Larry?

- Tryin' to take my baby away.

- You're diddlin' the daughter, Larry?

What kind of question is that?

- You mean...

- Get her outta here!

Hey, come on now.

She ain't my real daughter.

And besides,

nothin's goin' on, right?

- Just who is this man to you?

- He's my stepfather.

Take him into the other room

and I'll talk to the juvenile.

I got a pit in my shoulder,

and if you don't cuff me in front,

I'm gonna sue the police department

until there's no f***in' tomorrow!

- You son of a b*tch!

- What's your name?

Vanessa Lutz.

Well, kid, I sure don't envy

your situation here.

My parents is just goin' through

a hard time is all

with the finances and everything.

Well, I see they still got

enough money left over to buy drugs.

I wouldn't be comfortable talkin'

about that sort of thing, ma'am.

I'm goin' to ask you a question, okay?

Don't get upset. It's important.

Is there some sort of sexual activity

between your stepfather and yourself?

- Elevator up.

- Come here, baby.

- We are so f***ed.

- What are you laughin' at?

We are so f***ed.

Oh, don't take my baby away!

Oh, please!

If you love her so much, how come

you don't clean up around here?

I do clean up, sir.

It just happens that

I'm under a great deal of stress.

My sister happened to die

three months ago in Washington,

- and I'm tryin' to get off methadone!

- You're on methadone?

Will you please

give me a cigarette?

- I told you to keep quiet.

- Please give her a cigarette.

- Please.

- Are you mad at me?

Honey?

I'm not mad, Mom.

Please don't be mad.

Come over here, give me a big hug.

Come on. I ain't gonna see you

for a long time, baby.

Come on.

Oh, baby. Oh.

I am so sorry, Pooh Bear.

I'm so sorry.

You still love me?

- I love you, Mom.

- I love you more.

Here.

Would you get this...

Tell this piece of sh*t

to get his knee out of my neck!

Bye, Ramona!

I love you!

I love you!

Watch her head.

- I'll go in the other car.

- Get her outta here.

Bye, Ramona!

- Children's Services are on their way.

- Oh, that's just great.

No offense, kid, but anything's

an improvement over this.

What do you think we ought to do?

Just leave you here?

I could stay with you

for a couple of weeks.

- Are you kidding?

- No, I'm serious.

I could do all sorts of chores

while you was out messin' people up.

We're not allowed

to do things like that.

- You're lyin'.

- No, I'm not.

If you don't want to, all you had to do

was just say it straight out.

I don't want to.

Okay, then.

Hey, Mrs. Sheets.

Guess you heard the news.

Hello, Vanessa. I heard your mother

might be away for awhile.

This is her third arrest this year.

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