The Most Hated Woman in America Page #3

and because I'm a nonconformist

like my mom.

That's my boy.

What were you thinking?

I was trying to teach

your grandson a lesson.

"Judge not, lest ye be judged."

What about the neighbors?

What do you care

what nosy old Mrs. Mosley thinks?

You really are one selfish SOB.

Just 'cause you read

the goddamn Bible every night,

you think you're

so high and mighty and moral,

when there are people out there

who are actually,

really, truly suffering...

- You know, I've got some cold cuts...

- Mother, it's all...

You have no right

to lecture me about morality.

You can take your morals

and shove them up your ass.

May the Lord have mercy

on your soul, Madalyn.

Ooh, the Lord.

I'm quaking in my boots.

Where was the Lord

when I got knocked up, huh?

Where is the Lord now?

What, Mother?

I believe we need

a spiritual revolution in America.

We need a revolt against materialism,

a revolt against crime,

a revolt against the emphasis on sex,

a revolt against the sins...

It's like I keep telling you,

it's just case after case down there.

Such a shame.

And then I've got

this Negro girl with a baby,

who got thrown out of her home,

and there is no place to put her.

I mean, no place whatsoever.

- We have looked...

- Mom.

Just a sec, Bill.

No idea why I went into social work.

I thought I could help people.

But I can't.

There's too much red tape...

- Mom!

- Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

I said, "Just a sec."

Now you be good for Grandma, right, Garth?

You can find everything

that you've been searching for in Christ.

And I'd better not come home and find

my son watching that claptrap with you.

I don't want him getting any ideas.

I'm gonna get in trouble again.

Well, it's not my fault

you missed the bus.

Okay. All right, I'll talk to the teacher

if I have to, okay?

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name...

- We are not making a habit of this.

- I know.

- You've gotta start getting up earlier.

- I know.

What the hell is that?

Oh, don't tell me

that's the Lord's Prayer.

- Yeah.

- What are you...

- You gotta be kidding me.

- They make us say it every day.

- They make you read the Bible, too?

- Uh-huh.

I told the teacher I don't believe

in prayer and asked to be excused.

And what did she say?

She said we all

have to bow our heads and pray.

Oh...

and the power and the glory.

- Amen.

- What the hell's going on in here?

Excuse me?

If I wanted my son

to learn the Lord's Prayer,

I would've sent him

to goddamn Catholic school.

- Mrs. Murray...

- Ms. Murray.

Ms. Murray...

this is our morning devotion.

Well, I would like my son excused

from the morning devotion.

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