American Girl

Synopsis: The needy teenager Rena Grubb lives with her dysfunctional family of losers in a trailer park. The most popular boy in her school is dating her only for sex, and does not want to be seen with her. Her brother Jay is gay; her older half-sister Barbie is a bitch; and her mother Madge works hard in several low-qualification jobs to raise money to support her family. Rena is asking her mother to go to the annual picnic with her beloved missing low-fife father John Grubb, who is in prison sentenced to two life sentences. Rena is pregnant and collects the cards her father sends to her from the prison. When Madge decides to go with her family to the picnic, and along the day, the family finds how mean and nasty John is, shattering the dreams of Rena with her father.
Genre: Comedy, Crime, Drama
Director(s): Jordan Brady
Production: MGM Home Entertainment
88 min

A couple of months ago,

I was happy and care-free

and full of

hope... comparatively.

I was secretly dating

the most popular guy in school.

Nice print.

Check it out.

Hey, Rena! Where'd you get

that snappy outfit,

lost and found?


How much wide-mouth

suburban trash

does it take to screw in

a light bulb?

How much?

If you don't know,

nobody does.

Where do you get off

calling us trash?

If you'd like to make a call,

please hang up and try again.

Hurry up before

someone sees.

Hey, Kenton.

You know the rule.

I know.

Stay put.


Stay down.

I know.

It's nice here,

don't you think?

It's better

than the car.

Oh, yeah.

I can't do anything

today, Kenton.

What do you mean?

Look... do you want to

come to dinner with us?

It doesn't have to be

anywhere public.

It can just be

at our house, right?

Wait here.

(car door opens, closes)

(engine starts,

car drives away)

Kenton and me had us

a real unusual relationship.

He summed it up once

by saying,

"put out or get out."

So I decided to get out.

Mama says that the road to hell

is paved with good intentions.

I was barreling

down the express lane.

And I sure as hell never saw

any damn exit ramps, either.

So I started to try

and construct

my own exit ramps.

So much is missing

with daddy missing.

I wonder who's going to miss me

when I go missing.

Mama married daddy forever,

until death do them part.

Ironically, that obligation

was killing her.

Rena Jo Grubb,

what the hell are you doing?

Dying a slow and torturous death.

Baby, I've been doing that

for the last five years.

You hear anything about your brother?

He'll be home tonight, mama.

Don't worry.

Honey, get dressed.

I'll bet he's grown a foot.

Hope y'all recognize him.

Hey, boys and girls,

moms and dads,

come on down

to fun fun city

with rides, attractions,

amusements, and candy...

you better come in here

and do the dishes.

Mama wants things nice.

'Cause Jay's coming home.

So exciting...

you got any idea why

your sister's in that pool

like some mental patient?

What are you doing out there?


Do they bite right in here?

Uncle Arno!

I got a...

thanks, uncle Arno,

for taking me fishing,

letting me tinker on the bikes

and stuff.

Don't you go changing.

That was the longest

four weeks of my life.

It's a lot like

being with daddy,

only he's a lot slower

and don't hit quite as hard.

Hey, Rena.

Welcome home, sissy boy.

Don't get up.




It is so good

to see you!

Oh, my goodness,

you grew.

Did you like fishing

with your uncle Arno?

It was okay.

Yeah? Did you catch


I don't know.

Does he have anything?



I'm going to go change.


Rena, get your butt in here!

Your skings going to get all pruney.

Honey, your daddy

sent you another postcard.

Don't you even think about

tracking that mud in here.

Jay, get your sister a towel.


Whatever, whatever.

Just give me this.

I love to read you

nursery rhymes

me and you, you know,

it's our private time

and I'll always

be with you

welcome home, Jay,

welcome home, Jay

welcome home, Jay,

Jay junior

welcome home, Jay,

welcome home, Jay

welcome home, Jay, Jay jun...

come on, you guys.

welcome home, Jay,

welcome home, Jay

welcome home,

Jay, Jay junior

Christ, he was only three trailers away.

Try eight.

I know, but we missed

our little baby boy.

So long as we're celebrating

and everything...

are we going to go

to daddy's picnic?

What picnic is that, honey?

The one they have every year.

The picnic.

You know, I think

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