Mommy Page #2

Alright. Rain check, then?

We gotta work

on that sh*t attitude, hon.

"I'll fix some pasta..."

Shut up!

- Yo, who's that homo!

- A neighbour.

B*tch, please!

He's obviousingly hitting on ya.

"Obviousingly."

That ain't in the dictionary.

We there?

Not so five-stary, eh...

Is that in the dictionary?

This place's perfect, trust me.

There's a big yard.

Big yard, big life.

Two bathrooms, right?

Sure!

Waterbeds and jacuzzis, too!

Where's my room?

Down there!

Hey, Radio City Hall!

Two radios at once!

Thanks but no thanks!

What?

Shut her trap, will ya!

We got both of them playin,

it's a goddamn racket!

Mom, I can't find my sh*t

in that mess.

Where are dad's pics?

Why d'you need that now?

They're...

They're in the bedroom!

I'm swimming in boxes, I dunno!

No way...

Crazy b*tch...

F***ing A!

That's your last warning!

That's another thing,

repeating myself again and again!

That ain't in our contract!

We gotta catch the 10h45 bus!

Otherwise we fall on AM shifts

and we'll hit lunch traffic.

Come on, get up.

F***, man!

Nice motel whiff, here...

You're supposed

to knock before, f***!

You can be such a dumb-ass!

Watch your mouth!

I knocked!

Did not!

You just came in, f***!

24 hours you've been here

and this place is a slum!

Tidy up!

Can I jerk off in peace, before!

Gimme your undies.

The bunched-up tissues,

not so guest-friendly.

So get your jizz together

and we'll be in business.

Gonna hold my dick when I piss too?

If it helps you aim!

Mommy?

What's the matter, sweetie?

"That we did win..."

- Win what?

- The games?

- Plural form.

- So you put?

- An S.

- Very good.

$299.51, please.

Come again?

It's $300.

And what's this?

A work of art?

If it was 300 bucks

I wouldn't have rushed

all the way here

to frolic in car jams!

Ma, I gotta get those pens!

They're f***ing dope!

It's our Fall issue, come on, now!

Oh really? So a schoolbook's price's

got a season now?

Why of course, dear!

"Why of course, dear, why of course!"

How can I be so dumb!

I bet it's written in pink

on every b*tch's ass!

Madam, our sales are valid

during the back to school period.

- Afterwards...

- I haven't got a choice...

Smells like f***ing strawberries!

I'm writing sh*t

and it smells like strawberries!

You don't need it, Stevie!

Stop moving things around!

Try this one.

Mom, wait up!

There's all this sh*t, too!

I don't think so.

But I need it!

I'm home-schooling you,

not opening a stickers shop!

Mom!

Come on!

I'll be late for work.

B*tch...

You shouldn't talk to your mother

that way, young man.

D'ya dip your bangs

in some ginger's ass or something?

I don't buy cars online!

I ain't gonna spend my life

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