Ideal Home Page #3
so you can deal with the kid.
No. Don't go, Kate.
No. I have a bleaching
in the morning.
For my teeth.
Everyone is leaving.
This is the worst thing
that's ever happened to me.
Just tell us
what you want,
and someone will make it
for you.
I want Taco Bell.
Let's just go to the kitchen.
Maybe we can...
Don't touch me!
It's all right.
It's okay.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Okay, would you
nut up for second?
Here's what
you're going to do.
You're going to get
the mayor a shot of mescal.
You're going to ask the editor
of El Decor to dance.
I'm going to tell Gustavo
to play some tangos
and get Tino to take
that feral child the Taco Bell.
Then you're going to go
to the front door,
tell everybody to come back
because you got me
a birthday cake,
we're going to sing,
and there's cocaine.
Yes, but I haven't,
and it's not your birthday.
It is your birthday.
Go. Go. Go.
Hey, everyone!
I've got cocaine
and birthday cake!
[dance music playing
over speakers]
[dance music fades]
[]
[Erasmus] Well, this would be
"Erasmus, it's marvelous!"
It's like staying
at a five-star resort!
I look like
a f***ing a**hole in these.
All right, come on.
Bedtime. Let's go.
Lights on or off?
I don't care.
Hey, hey...
Never say that.
You should always
care passionately
you make in your life.
Good night.
We're locking our doors.
That kid scares
the sh*t out of me.
- Oh, I think he's sweet.
- Really?
Well, people thought
Jeffrey Dahmer was sweet
till he raped them
and ate them.
Ew.
I'm sure it's just
a temporary arrangement.
What if it's not?
Well, would that be
such a bad thing?
My parents were
such drunkaholic messes.
I was 11 years old before
I realized my father's name
wasn't
"that f***ing bastard."
Heh. You told me
that joke before.
I'm so sorry. I'll try
and work on some new material.
Thank you.
They were terrible parents,
and I don't want
to be a terrible parent.
- No one's asking you to be.
- Oh, God.
I feel like I'm going to have
one of my things.
- What things?
- My panic things.
I shouldn't have done blow.
I'm such a douchebag.
- Well, take one of your pills.
- I did.
You know, the editor
of El Decor was dancing
like her
life depended on it.
If she'd gone home early,
the party would've been
a disaster.
make sure everything's okay.
What, with the editor?
Hmm? No, the kid.
Oh, he'll be fast asleep.
make sure
he hasn't stolen anything.
What the hell?
Hey, kid?
What's his name again?
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