Even Lambs Have Teeth

Katie!

Katie!

Katie, get your skinny ass

over here!

Alright!

Here. We. Go.

Yeah!

I can't.

I love you. You can do this.

It's gonna be awesome.

-Katie, don't be such a p*ssy.

-Hey.

-You wish.

-Sleepover. 9th grade.

Gross. How come

you remember everything?

Who loved it?

Is Katie playing? I only want

to do it if she's doing it.

She's playing.

Katie's fine.

I'm not taking drugs.

You're playing. She's playing.

OK, everybody ready?

Do it, Katie-cakes.

You two, Zooey.

Katie, you got this.

What is it?

I put my hand in

the medicine cabinet of life

and pulled out six pills.

Life is random. It's chaos.

Chaos sounds like math.

Put yourself in the hands

of chaos.

-Hey!

-Yay!

-Cheers.

-Cheers!

Whoo!

-What are you doing?

-I think I feel it.

-Already?

-Yeah.

Look at the light.

You'll be able to tell.

Oh, my Lord

Here's a just reward

Bring me my devil

Just

behind

The door,

she said

And flies down the road

like thunder

Home at last but

you're fading fast

A friendly

face

An icy glass

The last

song sung

And freedom is in tone

And we'll go

flying through

The kingdom of the universe

But if you get there first

Fly away

Fly away

And we'll go flying through

The kingdom of the universe

But if you get there first

Fly away

Fly away...

Mom, we're home!

You know,

I wish I were your mom.

I'd kick your ass

for not taking at least

a year off before grad school.

Isn't what you just said

kind of kicking my ass

for not taking a year off?

Cheeky.

Thieves!

Unbelievable.

-Pew! Pew!

-Oh, my God!

Dude, seriously?

Sorry. Day drunk.

Also, ecstasies.

-No kidding.

-You love it.

What?!

-I am so excited!

-No sh*t.

In a month we'll be shopping

in New York City.

Oh, my God!

What is your super cop uncle

like? Is he super hot?

-He's old.

-Older.

-Semantics.

-Nerd word.

-I might f*** your uncle.

-What?

Ew. That's disgusting.

-You'll be my niece.

-Ewwww!

-Aww, little niece!

-Your uncle called.

How did he sound?

-Did he ask for me?

-Really?

You're gonna spend the night

at his house tomorrow,

and then he'll drive you up

to catch the bus

to the farm next morning.

-Cool?

-Super cool.

What kind of farm is it again?

-It's a hippie farm.

-It's not a hippie farm.

It's a CSA.

Community supported agriculture.

All organic.

CSA. That's right.

OK. Thanks, Mom.

I am so proud of you.

Working an organic farm,

I just think that's great.

Well, we're only doing it so we

can go shopping in New York.

And they say philanthropy

is dead.

What's 'silsantropy'?

You were an honours student,

Sloane.

-Don't talk like a stripper.

-Hey!

Strippers are people too!

Dinner's at six.

I love your mom and I hope

she gets laid in Cuba.

-Ew.

-I do!

Excuse me, it'd be good for her!

-Whatever.

-It would.

Loosen up a little.

Oh, my God, it's my mom!

Hey! Your uncle's on his way.

You taking a cab to the airport?

-Check.

-Condoms?

I'm serious.

Cuban condoms? No way.

My cell phone

is not gonna work in Cuba,

but I will call you

as soon as I get to the hotel.

Hey!

You're gonna have fun!

Ahh! And you are gonna be

in touch with your uncle.

-Every day.

-Yes.

-We'll text.

-You'll call.

We'll call.

Mm! Go.

Alright.

Have fun!

Yeah.

What the f***

did you do to my phone?

Don't pretend you didn't choose

your own ringtone.

Hey, Mom.

What? I can barely hear you.

No, yeah.

We're with Uncle Jason.

What? I can't hear...

Mom, you're breaking up.

OK, I'll talk to you

when you get back.

OK, 'bye.

So, Jay, you're a cop?

Yeah, yeah.

Well, a detective actually.

Cool. Homicide? Like 'The Wire'?

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