Anna Nicole Page #4

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No, Paw Paw. On this one.

J. Howard may not have looked it,

but he was an honest-to-goodness

Prince Charming.

Yes. I like them.

We'll take these.

And Paw Paw and me,

we were good for each other.

Let's put that on, please.

Look at that.

Makes you shine even more.

I like it. We'll take it.

Hello?

This is E. Pierce.

I think we have a problem

with your father.

Partially of my own making.

A female problem?

Very big female problem.

I'm afraid your father thinks

that he's in love.

Okay. Thank you, Ben.

I'll handle it from here.

Ooh. Heh.

Mom, what's he doing here?

Shut up and smile.

Well, look at you.

You look like a movie star

in that suit, Daniel.

I hate suits.

Well, how do you like motor scooters?

They're pretty cool.

Get out of that suit.

Check what's in the garage.

Sweet!

Hey, say "thank you."

Thanks, Paw Paw.

Why do I feel like I'm looking at jackals

ready to tear me a new one?

Because you are.

Relax, Lady Love.

You're a lioness.

Yeah.

Everett.

Excuse me.

- Hey, Dad.

- Vicky Lynn,

E. Pierce.

Fine son, but prone to making it harder

than hell on every woman

I've ever courted after his mother.

E. Pierce, meet Vicky Lynn,

the woman who's given me reason

to keep breathing.

Charmed, Miss Vicky.

Likewise, E. Pierce.

Well, it's been a long day,

and I'm feeling a little tired.

So, if you don't mind, I'll excuse myself.

Not at all, Dad.

- Ben.

- Yes, sir.

See you around.

All right.

- Good night, Dad.

- Good night.

So, uh, J. Howard,

E. Pierce.

You Marshalls are big on initials, huh?

Ha-ha-ha.

I guess.

Call me V. Lynn,

if it makes you feel

more comfortable.

Well, Dad didn't tell me what it is exactly

that you do.

I'm a model.

Oh.

And an actress.

Ah.

A model-actress.

Oh. How exciting.

So can I get you a drink?

No, no, no.

I don't drink, and I won't be staying.

Model-actress, huh?

Yeah.

That's funny. I heard you were nothing

but a pole dancer from Harris County.

And just an FYI, V. Lynn,

it isn't your liquor,

and this ranch is not your ranch.

My dad's money is not your money,

and it's never gonna be.

I know you got him by the balls

but you can save

a whole lot of time twirling

those phony b*obs in his face

and get your ass out of his life

forever.

That had a nice rhythm to it.

Sounds like you've been practicing.

Here's an FYI right back at you,

E. Prick.

Your daddy's already asked me

to marry him.

Is that so?

More than once too.

But I told him no.

And as far as phony goes,

these may be build-ons

but my feelings for your father

are as real as rain.

Dick wad.

How's your big coming-out going?

I feel like poop.

Hey, hey, hey. I got something

that'll brighten up your night.

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