Flower Page #4

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He's like,

basically your brother.

I'm not trying to

have sex with him or anything.

I'm not a psychopath.

Oh, my God, babe!

What the f***?

Yeah. I wasn't gonna

eat that sh*t anyway.

I'm sure, slut.

Hey, Ali.

Why you such

a f***ing b*tch?

Erica, I'm having

a lot of trouble

hearing what you're saying

without a dick in your mouth.

I really wanna punch you

in the face right now.

I just don't wanna ruin

those lip injections

that daddy gave you.

At least my daddy

is not in f***ing jail.

Shut the f*** up!

Oh, sh*t.

Get her off me!

Get the f*** off of me.

F***ing psycho!

Momma.

Hey, Mummy.

We need to talk.

It wasn't my fault.

She f***ing started it.

-Oh, no, I'm not talking

about that c*nt.

-Look!

-Oof.

-Oh, it hurts.

Oh, you gotta keep it lubed up

or else it's gonna scar.

I can't even--

That's disgusting.

Listen...

Bob says you've been

really tough on Luke.

-I need you to apologize.

-Yeah.

I'm not gonna apologize.

What am I, 12 years old?

It's not a question, lady.

I'm telling you

you have to apologize.

Right, and I'm not gonna.

Okay, listen.

-He just got out

of rehab, right?

-I know that.

He's feeling really,

really tender.

-Mm-hm.

-We don't know

what that feels like.

Let's just try

to be human beings.

Bob...

is internalizing his emotions

and I'm feeling

very worried about him.

Stop it, you.

No, focus, please.

I know that this has been

a really, really, really

difficult transition for you,

and I know it's not easy.

I really appreciate everything

that you have been doing.

You're a sweet, sweet girl.

And I need you

to say one thing

-one nice thing to Luke.

For me.

Please. It'll go so far.

Will you give me hair tickles?

-Mm-hm.

Okay.

Practice with me.

Can we come up

with one nice thing

-that we can say

to that human being?

-Yeah.

I'll tell him, um,

that if his plane crashes

into a mountain,

he'll be able to keep

a whole lot of

starving passengers--

-Stop it!

-Ow!

It would just make

my life so much easier--

It looks like he should

smell crazy bad...

-Still not helping.

-But he doesn't.

And...

he has nice eyes.

What!

Did she say

something nice about somebody?

Shh.

Don't tell anyone.

-I'm gonna scream it

to the neighbors...

-and the secret will be out.

[upbeat song

plays in background]

All right, everybody,

hot dogs are ready.

-Come get them

while they're hot.

Hot dogs, hot dogs.

And some steamed carrot dogs

for you, Lukemeister.

Oh, there she is.

Oh, that's what I need.

-Yeah.

-Thank you.

-Cheers.

-Cheers to you.

-Top chef.

-My love.

Got some hot dogs here,

got some buns in the back.

You idiot!

-What!

Why don't you come over here

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