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with his mommy yet.
Big surprise there.
His mom's been up my dick hole
like a goddamned kangaroo.
Sounds painful.
It is.
I just don't get guys.
I think they're all jerks.
Some are, kid.
(CHUCKLES)
Not all of them.
You got home late again
last night.
Mm-hmm.
You and your new boyfriend must be
having quite the time together.
Archie's not my boyfriend.
But thank you for asking.
So do we have step dad
material here or what?
What are you doing?
I'm sorry. I'm just...
I miss Dad.
I know.
Me too.
And now with Angel,
I can't imagine.
You know what I was thinking
about the other day?
What?
Do you remember
the July 4th Fair?
Of course.
- The fireworks?
- The fireworks.
(LAUGHING)
They were so low
and I was so lost.
Daddy jumped on you
like you were on fire.
I just don't get
what he sees in her.
Who?
Jason.
Okay, if you like him so much,
why don't you just
ask him to chill?
Chill, Mom?
What? I can't say chill?
No, you can.
It's just...
I just, um, I wanted
to run something by you.
- Okay.
- (DOOR BELL RINGS)
Hold that thought.
I think I want a boob job.
A boob job?
well with your jazzercise tapes.
It's cardio kickboxing, Mom.
And it's not enough.
But, baby, you're so
beautiful the way you are.
Can't we at least
talk to Dr. Monroe?
We'll talk about this
in a bit, okay?
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Phil?
Hi. Come on in.
Thanks.
What brings you by?
Well, actually, I wanted
to talk to Amy.
So what do you know
about Jordan Banks?
That he's a walking STD?
Amy!
(CHUCKLES) All right.
No, not a clue.
Why do you ask?
Well, his folks filed
a missing persons.
And I didn't know if there was any word
on the street as to his whereabouts.
Hopefully, well,
hopefully, there's nothing
to be concerned about.
We are hardly concerned.
Amy, what has gotten into you?
I can't stop
thinking about Angel.
Well, stop.
We could be in deep sh*t.
Oh, the dead don't speak, J.
Let it die. They did.
How do you sleep at night?
Naked.
What is wrong with you?
What's wrong with me is that
you're acting like a little b*tch.
Brooke, this is serious.
I'm sure your little friend, Amy,
would love to know how serious it is.
Are you kidding?
You can't just threaten me.
Oh, no?
It's not your place
to tell her anything.
I can do whatever
I want to do, okay?
I'm laying here being
all hot and stuff.
And you're over there whining
about all this bullshit!
No, Brooke. I'm just sick
of playing this game.
(SIGHS) I gotta go.
I'm gonna have to touch myself
since you can't seem to handle it.
- You're the Devil.
- Bye, little b*tch!
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