Lovely Molly Page #4
I... I never thought|I'd see that kind of thing from you.
I mean, what the hell|were you doing?
Molly?
Well, f***, Mr. Hensley.|I don't know what to say.
- What?|- I mean, who was that man
that's f***ing the sh*t|out of me in the hallway?
Wait. Wait! What man?
How the hell would I know that,|Mr. Hensley?
Please keep your voice down.
I mean, one minute|I'm lugging trash down the hallway,
and the next minute?
Yeah, pulling down my pants|so this man can nail me from behind.
I mean, it's a goddamn mystery,|Mr. Hensley!
You're completely out of control.
- It's a goddamn mystery!|- You're going home.
- I have no idea!|- Go home!
Okay. I'm coming over.|We're going to talk
and figure all this out.
You don't have to do that.
Oh, I most certainly do.
Don't.
Molly, I'm not asking.
I don't want you to get hurt.
Why would I get hurt?
Molly, why would I get hurt?
Pastor Bobby|is coming over tonight.
Tim wants him to talk to me.
So, I'm in good hands.
You can stay out there|for a few more minutes.
Then you have to come in|and help for dinner, okay?
Okay!
You are a funny man,|Pastor Bobby.
Well, that's my gift.
Actually, not much of a preacher.|I don't think.
Always thought|my future lay in comedy.
What do you think?
I'd stick to preaching|if I were you.
Yeah. I heard that.
No, I didn't come here|to get drunk, Molly.
When was the last time|you got drunk, Pastor Bobby?
I mean, like sh*t-faced...|Sorry.
I mean, like really drunk.
Well, I don't think|that's appropriate.
Come on, Pastor Bobby.
Even Jesus drank a little wine.
Well, I was fairly tipsy|at your wedding, you'll recall.
Dancing with all the girls.
I remember, Pastor Bobby.
Yes.
But I mean like, stumbling home,
passed out on the lawn|kind of drunk.
Well, it would have been|a very long time ago,
before I was born-again.
You miss it?
Not really. No.
But I thought I was here|to talk about you.
Tim's worried about you, Molly.
I know.
He doesn't want you|to start using again.
I'm not.
And I'm not going to start.
Okay.
So what's up?
- What's up?|- Yeah.
I'm just trying to|deal with something.
What?
Something that I thought|I was done with in my life.
The drugs?
No.
Is it the death|of your parents?
Molly, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I know how painful|this is for you.
Grief this strong|can recur at any time.
And it must be|especially difficult
living here in this house|where you grew up together.
- I know how hard this is for you.|- He's not dead.
What?
What did you say?
You like my panties?
Tim got 'em for me for Christmas.
Santa Claus red.
- Molly, I'm so sorry...|- No need to apologize, Pastor Bobby.
You're still a man, aren't you?
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