Perfect Sisters Page #3

Beth, go run her a bath, okay?

She has an 8:
00 shift.

Yeah, that's happening. What are you...?

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

So...

she had a lapse...

but...

she says she's gonna try harder.

Well, if she said she's gonna try harder, then...

We've been through this so many times.

I know. I know.

I can't fool myself any more.

Bad stuff is coming.

It's okay.

How's your dad doin'?

I remember he used to drive carpool

in second grade.

Always listened to Guns n Roses.

Yeah, well... he's alive and well and

living with his preferred family, so...

But enough about me.

I wanna know more about this Dark Lord

thing that you're going through.

I don't know.

It's like one day, I realized that I wasn't

who I was because I decided to be that way.

You know?

Like I was just falling into step or something.

So out came the eyeliner?

It's better than being like everyone else.

Yeah, you got that right.

You know my pathetic father

always wanted to be an architect?

Yeah, he still does. I mean...

he still talks about it and everything.

But he never did anything about it.

He never even tried.

Now he's just another office drone on Paxil.

Do you really think it's that easy?

Changing your whole life like that?

Whatever.

Look, bottom line,

if you don't like how things are...

do something to make them better.

Okay.

I am going to get another lemonade, so...

I'm guessing you want something stronger?

I'm good.

- Hi.

- Hey.

Aren't you that chick that hooked up with her...

therapist?

You see, I wouldn't really call it a "hookup."

I mean,

we were together for like six months, so...

I want to buy you a beer.

Thank you, but you know, bun in the oven, so...

- Oh, right. Totally.

- Bye.

Look, I don't know what your deal is...

but you can't just dye your hair blue,

dress like a slutbag...

and expect to be the sh*t all of a sudden.

- It doesn't work that way.

- Doesn't it, though?

I know you too well, Sandra.

I'm not buying your bullshit pregnancy story.

Okay, you know what, Ashley?

You know what?

Our whole lives you've been prettier

than me and richer than me.

I mean, look at your house!

You have two parents

who treat you like a princess...

you have a little brother

who doesn't think that you're his mother...

and you don't move

to a crappier place every year.

So you know what? Just...

I'm listening.

All I really wanted this year...

was for guys to look at me.

I can drink to that.

Awesome!

Well, it looks like you

and Ashley are new BFF's.

I guess so. And I am pleased as punch...

that you are not totally frickin

depressed for a change.

I mean, admit it.

Admit it, you had something

resembling a good time. Just say it.

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