Becks Page #9
Yeah, I have an idea.
But you know what?
That's your sh*t.
That's not my sh*t.
I have plenty of my own sh*t.
And having one night
of ungodly behavior
doesn't even make
my list of sh*t.
- It's a vacation from my sh*t.
- Stop saying that word!
I am not like you.
Jesus f***ing Christ!
[retching]
[toilet flushing]
Good morning.
I made breakfast. You want some?
So, uh, so I thought we could
go have a girls' day,
maybe go shopping.
What do you think?
Mom, I was hungover.
I had too much to drink.
Really? You're gonna use
that excuse with me?
- I was tired.
- I did not deserve that.
Look, you know how I get
when I drink.
in my house enough
not to take the Lord's name
in vain?
I'm sorry.
So, uh, so you gonna
come with me or what?
[door chime]
ANN:
Wow.- Well, hello.
- Hey, dude, what's up?
How are you?
Hey, Elyse,
this is my mom Ann.
- Hi.
- Mom, this is Elyse.
Oh, this is
Mitch Cunningham's wife.
Oh, my gosh, hi.
So you're the one who's
responsible for all this talent.
Yeah, she got it all
from me.
from Sue.
It's nice to put
a face to a name.
Oh, you know
my mother-in-law.
Yeah, she's a friend.
- This is such a lovely shop.
- Thank you.
right here in the Lou.
So what brings you two
in today?
You here to walk around
and not buy anything?
There's a bunch of new stuff in
to not buy.
Oh, ha ha,
but the joke's on you
'cause I'm buying my mom
a whole new wardrobe
from this century.
I like my clothes.
You're such a snob.
- Isn't she?
- Yeah.
Hey, I didn't bring you here
so you guys could gang up on me.
Are you sure? It's free.
It's right in your budget.
- [laughing]
- What?
372.24.
Oh, no, no, no.
Rebecca, please.
- Let me help out, come on.
- No, Mom, stop.
Please, let me.
Consider it back rent.
Thank you.
Wait one second.
What, I spend some cash,
and you think I'm gonna
buy the whole store?
It's on the house.
You don't charge enough
for lessons anyway.
Hey, you know what?
I don't.
- It looks good on you.
- It's beautiful.
Thanks. Here's 300
and five, six...
I can't believe we got my mom
into that miniskirt. Jesus.
I've ever seen her knees.
I can't believe
your mom was a nun.
Nuns feel like so from
another era or something.
Sh*t.
My mom's a real
C-U-Next-Tuesday.
Can't you just say "c*nt?"
Can you say "c*nt?"
Can you please say "c*nt?"
Okay, fine.
C*nt.
[laughing]
So how does she feel
about the whole gay thing?
Not great. You know,
she's coming around,
just as long as
I spare her the details.
- Hey.
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