Thirteen Page #4

All right, settle down, class.

Now, what I want--

Put the phone away!

Mom.

Do you know the difference...

between point-slope form

and slope-intercept form?

How about ten dollars, guapo?

That's why I need to be here

at the library. They have tutors.

Hey, does her mom know?

She's 18, dude. Come on.

I know you're a nice guy.

Okay, cool.

Pick me up at 5:
30.

Bye.

Get on the chair.

Um... is this gonna hurt?

Oh, you haven't had

your tongue pierced.

I only put it in when I need to.

Stick it out.

Just don't open your mouth very wide

when you talk. She won't notice.

I have to ask you something.

What?

Okay, um...

you never did anything...

with that crusty

tattoo guy, right?

Yeah. He ate my p*ssy.

Oh, my God!

Are you sh--

I'm kidding, idiot.

Hey, ladies!

- Get a lot of studying done?

- We were researching, Mom.

I'm in charge of the gray water module

for the Biosphere II project.

Cool.

What module are you

in charge of, Evie?

I'm not in that class.

I'm taking advanced physics, Mel.

Well, I'm happy for him that

he's finally paying off his debt...

but so what if he

has to work weekends?

You had to work

when you had two babies.

It's not like I need it for myself.

It's just that the kids--

- Mom. Mom!

- Can you guys say "hot"?

That was Mason's favorite shirt.

- # Ohh, ohh #

- Here we go.

You two aren't the only

J-Lo's in the house.

- Check out these sexy colors!

- That's great, Mom.

You need something to eat.

It's 4:
00.

Something real.

I'll make some turkey and cheese

on whole wheat.

Evil food.

If you drink 10 glasses of ice water

a day, you'll burn 300 calories.

Interesting.

Mom!

Three strikes and you're out.

How many times you gonna

let him f*** you over?

Hey!

Where is my purse?

Cyn-- Cyn, go to the sink.

- I'll rinse your color out now.

- I-I know I left it here.

Baby, it's here.

Honey, find Cynthia's purse.

His clothes should not be here.

You promised Mason and me.

- No, I never promised--

- Yes, you did!

Baby-- Cyn, come on. You're cookin'.

You're cookin' with gas.

Let's wash off

really quick over here.

This is so f***ed up.

After this,

we'll cover your face back.

Ow! God! You're burning me!

- Sh*t. I'm sorry.

- Ow! F***!

There. How's that?

Ooh, baby, you are blond!

That's weird. I thought I had

a bunch of 20s in here.

- I'm gonna have to write you a check.

- No, no, pay me next time.

Put a little gel on your hands...

and go like this

right before Larry picks you up.

Hey, if this gets you laid,

you owe me double.

Tracy Louise Freeland!

Conference time! Now!

You do not pull a scene like that

in front of a client.

Even Cynthia!

I'm on... the phone.

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