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is that a crime?

Aurelie, did you take

my butter dish?

I'll bring it right back!

- I want my dish back!

- I need it!

Jim, do something!

She took my butter dish!

This is adding stress

to my evening.

How would you feel

if she took your comb?

Aurelie, open up!

My butter dish

stays in the kitchen,

so I can eat corn!

We already ate corn!

(Jeanne sighs)

Hey, just don't take

your mother's butter, hon.

We can buy you

your own butter, okay?

Why did you put butter

in your hair?

That beauty student needs

to go work in a damn kennel!

She made me look

like a damn dog!

And now I have to go

make friends like this!

No cursing!

The lady said it's temporary.

I told you.

"Damn it" is contagious.

Putting Land O'Lakes in

your hair is not a good idea.

It's not smart.

The stuff's going to curdle.

- I can't even comb it!

- Okay, okay...

All right, what are we gonna do?

Let's put our heads together.

She's just nervous cause tomorrow's

her first day of school.

We've got to get

a comb through it.

We need a...

What's it called?

A pick!

A pick would be great!

A pick would get through it.

- A pick. You want a pick, hon?

- What's a pick?

You're gonna love it!

You're weird.

You are so weird.

Are you new?

What's wrong with your head?

I got a permanent.

You did it that way on purpose?

Yeah, I like it.

Plus, it's really easy

to take care of.

And I like being over dramatic.

Hey, hurry up!

Bus is leaving!

(kids chatting)

(laughter)

Hey, that girl's got an afro!

(laughter)

What you do?

Stick your finger

in the light socket?

(laughter continues)

Ronald McDonald head!

- What's your name?

- Don't sit too close!

Boy:
She's part black!

Blacks sit together!

(laughter)

- Hey, black dog!

- Who you calling black dog?

Not you, Lydia. Her!

I was calling her a black dog!

(more laughter)

I just call her a giant.

Her name's Lydia.

She's retarded.

She flunks school!

I don't even think

she takes a bath.

I take a bath! I'll kick

your ass, stink cracker!

(collective groan,

followed by laughter)

Why do they hate us so much?

What do you mean, "us"?

I'm gonna kill those honkies!

Aurelie:
They hate our hair,

right? Because it's different.

I don't care about your hair,

you dumbass!

Don't talk to me

about your stupid head

that has nothing to do with me!

If you want,

I'll be your friend.

Hell, no!

You didn't come over here

cause you wanted to sit by me.

You're just desperate!

- Boy:
Let me see your bag.

- Aurelie:
What are you doing?

- Boy:
Looky, looky.

- Aurelie:
Give it back!

Boy:
Come and get it

you curly-haired dog!

(school bell rings)

Aura...

Aurel...

Oral, Oral...

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