Poison Ivy Page #5

Late bloomers|always turn out best anyhow.

Don't patronize me, Ivy.

I'm not patronizing you.

I'm loving you.

You love me?

I love you.

I love you, too.

Let's go.

The FBl is gonna forget|about the bomb threat.

They figured it was some kid.

Nobody knows whose.

Do I look older?

What?

This is...

all I have.|I can't start over.

You must own half|the Valley by now.

Why do you need a job?

Is this party going to help?

They're going to eat your food,|drink your booze...

and do whatever|they already decided to.

What's really bothering you?

Try it.

Say something.

She promised|she'd never leave me.

Now she can barely breathe|enough to say I love you.

What am I without her?

What were you doing up there?

Nothing.

Just leave me alone.

What?

Nothing.

Honey.

Can't I, like... I mean...

Isn't there anything|that I can do...

like anything|to make you feel better?

Why?

Because I have a blank spot|in my schedule.

What do you think?

I feel bad all the time,|and I don't know what to do.

Do you believe in God?

I'm tired, OK?

Yeah, well, you know,|I'd like to know.

- Not now.|- When?

Please.

You're sick, and you don't know|what you believe?

I know I feel like sh*t.

I know that the idea...

of taking a breath without pain|sounds like heaven...

and when you're dead,|you don't breathe...

so...

I'm just tired.

Oh, my God, someone's early.|Tell Dad.

James.

Well, who died?

- What are you doing?|- Put some pants on.

I got a van full of kids.

Most don't need the keys|to get it started. Let's go!

I'm helping my dad|with his party.

Oh, my God.

I must have gotten|the days mixed up.

I said you could go.

Thirty seconds,|and the van's history.

We got to go.

What's going on here?

- Hi, Mr. Cooper.|- Hi, James.

- What's this?|- What's it going to be?

You knew.|How could you do this?

I don't know.

I was counting on her help here.

I promised my dad.

Great.

She's the reason|those kids are even in school.

If she doesn't show up,|why should they?

Well?

Maybe I could help.

I think I can handle|taking people's coats...

and showing them|where the bathroom is.

Please. I feel so stupid.

Let me make it up.

I'll wear something nice.

You'll love me.

Sounds good.

Dad, what should I do?

Go ahead, honey.

We'll figure it out.

Yeah. That's right. Bob.

I spell it backwards... B-O-B.

God,|I hope they serve dinner soon.

Who cares?|I feel guilty eating his food.

Who's going to tell him?

I thought his kid|had dark hair.

Must be a caterer.

I wonder if Georgie|will make an appearance.

Think she will?|I heard she's getting worse.

You can cater my party anytime.

Max, behave yourself.

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