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Look, I just want a better future for our kids, okay? Can you get your thick

skull around that and let me do it? Not when I see you pissing everything we've

worked for down the drain. When I hear about the way my kids are living.

fine. They're gonna hate you for the rest of their lives, Cheryl.

My only dream around here is your stupid dream of us living in poverty.

Some fucking dream that is. I'm trying to do the best for this family.

Well, it's not really working, is it?

I will make it one day, and then I'll help you all.

And make the world a better place? Yeah.

I arrived first thing this morning. You really shouldn't have.

Well, you didn't have to make a fuss on my birthday. Nobody else did.

Wanker. Where's Van when we need him?

God, I never got a lot of those with.

Can you get off to work?

Thanks again. They're lovely.

The Toadstool Major's getting cold.

I'll lead her in the car.

Have fun with your friends.

Don't you? To Aunt Louisa, not today.

Not saying anything.

That's a job. I need the money. And it's nice people to work with.

Happy birthday, Mum.

Oh,

thank you, Van.

Should I ask you at all where you were last night?

Oh, Christ, this is for you.

You shouldn't have. He didn't.

We did. It's from Oliver.

Well, you all shouldn't have.

Maybe a potent flower?

Wow, it's big.

Oh.

Oh,

my goodness.

Gosh.

Wow.

Well, thank you.

Thank you.

I'm glad you like it. Yep.

I'm going to hang it on the wall here as soon as I get home from work. Awesome.

After serving the scum of the earth.

Can you get over yourself for a minute?

Your words, not mine.

When? You told me that insurance companies are the scum of the earth, who

people like Dad to raise their premiums and make exorbitant profits.

Yeah, well, it's a job, love, and I need a job.

And have a nice day.

Oh, hey, you guys are going to have to fend for yourselves tonight. I'm going

be a little bit late home. We're getting used to it.

Hey, have a nice day, Mum.

Thanks, love. Okay. Bye. Bye.

What? How stoned were you last night?

Why?

Wanker and his twin brother did it.

Whatever. Last time you ever get to choose a present.

Yeah, well, maybe if you didn't ring me at ten o 'clock at night going, oh shit,

tomorrow's Mum's birthday, I could have...

Fuck, you know, I've got my own crap job to go. I don't need this shit.

I heard your old lady left you.

How cold is it?

I was getting over it, but thanks anyway.

Can't be.

Well, you got money.

You sure?

Bit out.

Get to see me.

Why are you putting that thing there where everyone can see it?

It's a symbol of what our family has come to.

I hate birthdays.

They remind me how old I'm getting.

You're 18.

Rachel Hunter was 17 when she was on the cover of Vogue. God, you are so over

the hill.

Shut up.

The clock is ticking.

I said shut up. No, the clock is actually ticking.

Now you can watch the hours and minutes drain away from your useless life.

Hi, this is Xena from Stratosphere. Is Pascal there, please?

Xena, that's me. You call my mobile.

Whatever. There's a cattle call for a photo shoot.

What is it this time? Boob tubes, hot pants and magwells? It's a charity

campaign. Post the girls on an envelope and stuff.

What, they couldn't find a pretty enough actually retarded person?

For animals, I think.

Did you say animals?

Hey, Cheryl.

It's Lonnie.

What happened to your tow truck?

It's broken.

So, what's wrong?

I don't know. You're the bloody mechanic, Filani.

Yeah, that's very true.

Very true.

You're insured, right?

Just so you park that outside the rusty nail and suddenly it turns up and scenic

drive and it's all burned up and there's a fire burning and you're crying. Yeah,

I know the routine, Filani. What I want to know, actually, is how much it's

going to cost to fix.

Nah, you don't. Yeah, I do.

No, I mean you don't. Just fix it, Filani. I'll pay whatever in legitimate

parts.

Haskell West?

Oh my God, it is you.

I mean, I always used to look at you like, wow, she's so beautiful, like a

model. And here you are, you're a model.

You don't remember me, do you?

Chantelle Lazenby?

Only I'm just Chantelle now.

One name's much classier, don't you think?

Chantelle from Irish dancing?

Jesus Christ, but you were like... Eight?

Yeah, that too.

Oh, I'm fat.

Really, really fat.

Oh, not anymore. Thanks to you. Me?

You inspired me.

Oh, it was Loretta who could dance, not me.

Oh, not with dance. With my life.

Wouldn't this be an amazing job to land?

How do you?

Did you know that Rachel does work with the animal? Like the gorillas in the

Congo?

Which Rachel's that?

Rachel Hunter.

Oh, I don't really like Rachel that much.

Chantel?

Really great seeing you, Pascal.

And good luck, eh?

Hey, Chantel.

Just out of curiosity, how old are you these days?

17.

Tim Tim?

Oh, thanks.

Cheers.

Fuck.

No, this person will.

Oh, no, she's kind of an acquaintance. Is the claim dodgy?

Well, I didn't really get past the name on the cover sheet.

I just wanted to see what the guts was, you know.

Well, the guts is, Cheryl, it's a small world out here in the suburbs.

Happens all the time, just be a professional and assess it on its merit.

You on for after work?

Oh, yeah, for sure, yeah.

Hey.

Happy birthday.

Oh, thanks, Derek.

Come and have a drink with us.

Oh, my kind of Muslim people.

They look nice.

Yeah, they're not really your kind of people, Eric.

Thank you. See you later.

Oh, I hope you liked your present.

Thanks, Cheryl.

Hey,

check this out.

This old guy, sweet old guy, comes in to report a theft.

And he's got pictures of all the stuff that was taken, including this, which he

swears is incredibly valuable.

And there would be collectors all over the world after this. But, I mean,

really, would you?

Would you even want it in your house?

See you later, Sue.

Women, mate, form another planet.

Uranus.

Mars, mate.

One of them planets that I reckon you ought to blame for everything.

Chantal Lazenby.

It's Chantal now. How pretentious is that?

But back then, if the question was who ate all the pies, The answer was Chantal

Lazenby.

Mind you, she did always have a kind of indefinable cuteness, even through the

layers of fat.

Tell me how to deal with her. She said I inspired her.

But you were the ringleader of a group of girls who teased her mercilessly

her weight.

You inspired her to bulimia.

I inspired her to a modelling career.

Same thing.

Verena, I am destined to get this campaign.

All that stands in my way is Chantal bloody Lazenby.

Long card game.

You guys still up?

Scavenging for food to feed our growing body.

I'll go to the supermarket tomorrow and get you guys something to eat.

Whenever.

Oh, Jesus.

You put that thing up.

Don't you just love it?

Yes, I do.

Oh, sorry, sorry. Sorry.

Um, what are you doing in my bathroom, by the way?

Moisturising.

Well, uh, good.

Yeah, smell nice.

Yeah, it's Pascal's.

Okay.

Actually, it's quite refreshing too, you know, on the skin.

Gives me a bit of a lift.

So I can go out there and win back some money off that old prick.

Yeah, he's an old prick. Good luck winning your money back.

Hey, and next time Van or any one of my kids turn up birthday present shopping,

can you not sell them stolen goods?

What was that clock stolen?

Don't be a dork, Eric. Yeah, right, well, you always know what's what. It's

ugliest clock in the world. How fucking hard can it be?

Sorry.

You know, a lot of the time, well, most nights, actually, I just wish you'd come

back. Yeah, well, that's not going to happen now, especially since I've got a

job. And insurance.

Don't you dare. Well, I'm not saying anything. I'm just saying you've got a

that's all.

And insurance.

Yeah. Can I have my bathroom back now, please?

Yeah.

He used to crack me up how when Chantal Lazenby did a jig, there were bits of

her would, like, jiggle.

And it was never quite in time for music.

Remember that time she stood on your foot?

Yes, man, that was in serious pain.

See, she's... It's hot now.

I wouldn't go that far.

I suppose she was always kind of cute, even when she was fat.

Shut up.

Yeah, if she's skinny, I'd buff her.

Yeah, she wasn't a dyke.

How do you know she's a dyke?

You remember that competition where you won all those trophies?

After that, I tried to pass her up, and she told me to piss off.

So she must be a dyke.

Dan, she was ten.

So she started being a dyke early.

Right.

You know, there is always the showgirls option. You know, when the blonde chick

that couldn't act pushed the other chick down the stairs.

What, when Nomi pushes Crystal?

Or whatever the model equivalent is.

Shit, I love that film.

Why? Because of the cinematic genius?

Or because there's lots of pussy shots?

Thanks for that, Balani.

Yeah, I promise I'll fix the courtesy car and then I'll let you have it.

Why don't you just fix my car?

Oh yeah, right, okay.

Hang it out the whites case.

Zero!

You can make this stuff.

Well, I make it in my spare time, which is most of the time with Murray inside

again. Bloody dear.

I still love him, though.

You know me.

Shit -tasting bloke.

Hey, how's Walter?

He's all right.

Christ, Kate, how much of this stuff do you need?

No, no, no, I don't wear it.

Well, I do, but not during the day.

Now, I'm going to start a business selling it.

Wow, you've always been a master with the sewing machine, Kate.

To the store. I'm not working there anymore.

The cops finally shut it down. No, no, Eric's running it. Oh, okay.

I've got a legitimate job working for Jorgensen's Fidelity.

Yeah? I'm assured with them. Yeah, I know.

It's my job to assess the claims.

Casey, you have never played golf in your life, much less own five grand's

of golf clubs. Yeah, well, you know that.

This has got to be the worst fake receipt I've ever seen, Casey. And

I've seen a lot of them.

Murray's brother did it for me.

It should have all worked for sure. You are lucky I found this case, otherwise

the cops would have been all over it. Well, I need the money, Cheryl. Yeah,

I need my job. With an insurance company?

God, you can do better than that. Are you listening to me?

No more bogus claims.

All I want is some money to start my business.

And you will, and it'll be great.

But this is not the way to do it.

I say to my wife, I'm going to play poker with my boys.

She gets upset.

But do I show her the back of my hand?

No.

I just make love to her until she falls asleep and steal the money from her

purse. Oh, come on, Tootsie Tyler, would you call?

Two fours.

Full house.

I hope she's got a big purse, bro.

I'm on style. I'm just toying with them. Then I'll reel them in.

I'm going into town to mess with Chantal Lazenby's head.

By the time I'm done with her, she'll be finished as a model in this town.

Very sure, girls. Ta.

Well, the company encourages its employees to insure with them.

Yeah, I know. And if you insure with the company, you're entitled to claim just

like anyone else.

Yeah, of course.

Is there something wrong with Catherine's claim?

No, no, no.

I'll check it if it makes you feel any better. No.

Like I said yesterday, I'm trying to find out how things work here.

Sometimes I feel like I'm swimming for my life.

You swim very well.

You're settling in great.

Thanks.

The terrible thing about Catherine's car, though, pops into the supermarket.

Two days later, they find it torched up on Senate Drive.

Yeah, I know. I read it in the report.

Night, Cheryl.

Oh, night.

Night. Night. Night, Cheryl. See you.

Night.

See you tomorrow.

Do you need a lift, Cheryl? No, I'm fine. I'm waiting for someone. My

actually. Guys, eh? Not worth the trouble.

Yeah.

I wanted to say something about the animal thing.

I really hope you get it. Do you?

Yeah, you need it way more than I do.

I hate animals.

No one hates animals.

They have fleas and poo in the street.

So, if you get it, will you say no?

No.

I think models have a duty to save the environment.

Like that thing you were saying about Rachel Hunter and the...

The hippos in Asia?

The gorillas in Africa?

Well, anyway, it doesn't matter. Because I know they're going to choose you.

Do you feel like dancing?

Yes. Cool.

You're a bad, bad man.

I can't stand any more of this.

Can you put this bloody thing up one more time?

You don't mean that.

Yeah, I mean it. No, deep down, if you really didn't want me to put the clock

back up, you'd destroy it instead of hiding it in the garage.

I can't destroy it. It was a present.

Besides, it might be valuable.

You see, this is what gives me hope that maybe you haven't gone over to the dark

side forever.

Van, Van, help me up. Your grandfather's cleaning me up.

Do you remember that old motorbike I used to have?

I don't remember to play poker with Grandad.

Good luck.

Yeah, and I thought I made myself clear about this family and stolen property.

No, no, no. You said we weren't allowed the next stuff.

Receiving is also a crime, Van. What, so you reckon the cops are going to come

around here and raid us for a clock?

Is possession of ugly a crime? Bugger off. Shut up, dyke. Look, it's not that

don't appreciate the present. I do. I do. Just don't do it again.

Yeah. This is Xena from Stratosphere.

Oh. Hi, Xena.

They want to push the call time forward half an hour. Sorry?

For the save the thing shoot.

Save the animals?

Yeah. Them. So, can you do nine o 'clock tomorrow?

Yeah. Sure. Fantastic.

I heard that you were dancing on tables.

With that wimpy trash with the pretentious name.

You mean Chantal?

No. Why would I mean you?

Then who do you mean?

Pascal. Of course.

Like it's your real name. It is, actually.

No way.

Zena, this is Pascal West speaking.

So what are you doing on Chantel's phone?

My mistake.

So, can you tell her that the time I told her yesterday has changed?

You told her yesterday?

Yeah.

Is that for me?

Tell her yourself.

You slept with Chantal Lazenby. No.

You woke up in her bed.

Yeah, but not the way you're thinking.

How would you know? You're off your nut.

You're missing the point.

That bitch stole my destiny.

And she doesn't even like animals.

That little slut knew she had the job all along. I just know they're going to

cheat you.

Yeah, no way does that sound like something you'd ever do.

I don't know.

Bitch.

Am I opening that thing up again? Mum will just take it down.

It's a battle of wills.

She knows that I know. So she's going to want to call and explain how she wanted

to tell me, but she just couldn't because she didn't want to hurt my

And when she does that, you're out of my mind.

If it wasn't already last night.

All right, let's be having it.

King of four.

No.

No.

You want to know the difference between women and men?

Women know how to look after themselves.

And men love to watch while they do it.

Come on, Rochelle.

All I'm saying is, a woman will win over a man every time.

Pair of queens.

Oh, man.

Someone stole me, bro. Oh, shut up.

Three nines.

Oh, son of a bitch.

Hey, let's go.

As predicted, she called.

You must hate me.

I, of course, played it cold. Told her I didn't hate her. In effect, I was

thrilled she got the gig. I wanted to tell you last night, but I was afraid

hurt your feelings.

As you predicted, she is so predictable.

So I suggested we might want to go for a drink.

Okay, but just a quick one. I've got a nine o 'clock call in the morning. Just

quick one, I said.

But in reality, that almost slut features like to party, right?

But has she truly partied with the best?

Well, she did get you in the sack.

Sorry? She caught me by surprise with that E, but tonight I'm buying the

I'm handing out the drugs, and then let's see if the little fat Irish

bitch can make her nine o 'clock call when she's up at the A &E getting her

stomach pumped.

You're all class, Pascal.

They're comforting me and me are in need.

Any chance soon this comfort's going to bugger off out of my house?

I'm feeling so much better now. I bet you are.

Filani, I want my car back.

Waiting for park.

Straight. Read them and weep.

Five, six, seven, nine and ten.

Oh, mother.

Pascal in for dinner?

No, she's got this thing she needs to know.

Anything I should know about?

Not really.

And how about you? Are you in for dinner?

Yep, I'm in for dinner.

So no night out with the girls then?

No. No night out with the girls.

Aw.

Irina, why do you keep putting that fucking thing back up again? How did you

notice it till now?

Golden property.

Van bought it from Eric. What are they on?

I cannot afford to have stolen property in this house.

That's most of the furniture gone then?

Yeah, well that's different. The furniture here is... The remnants of our

previous life?

No, the furniture here is just stuff I can't afford to replace right now.

You know you're kidding yourself, don't you? What? Thinking you'll be happy in

your job. Shut up, Louise. Mum, you're not cut out for this 9 -to -5 office

bullshit. I'm sick of your fucking lecturing. Can you give it a fucking

for five minutes?

Hi.

Penny. Hi.

I wonder if you'd be able to drink.

Yeah, why not?

A few friends have got over.

So I see.

Give me a minute.

I thought we should come here so we can talk. Figured as much.

Scam you and the girls have got going.

What scam would that be?

Oh, you know, everyone approving everyone else's bullshit insurance

you act as godmother keeping the higher -ups at bay.

I knew you'd figure it out.

It wasn't difficult.

Just have to punch in a few names in a computer. They've all had their houses

done over, their cars broken into.

Except they work for the most understanding insurance company on the

My girls, they're, um...

Rather like you and me.

But damaged.

That's why I chose them.

Never really thought of myself as damaged.

Divorced, separated.

Victims of useless shit men that have never done us any favours.

Look, Cheryl, it's a beautiful thing. No one gets greedy, no one gets caught.

Just one chick helping another.

Very noble.

These are women who've been hurt by the men in their lives, Cheryl.

They deserve a little something back.

You deserve a little something back.

How am I going to get that?

I've been getting the hard word.

Time to move up the corporate ladder.

Head office.

That means leaving all this behind.

Unless I groom someone to take over.

Why me? I mean, why not Catherine or someone?

Because nicer she is, she isn't you.

Or she isn't Cheryl West.

Jesus, Cheryl, you think I can work in insurance out here and not know about

West family?

Will's doing four years, leaving you to look after the kids on your own.

Van's keeping his nose clean, so are here, and Jethro's doing very well for

himself.

We talked to the police, the police talked to us.

The West family file is very impressive.

I'll show it to you sometime.

The whole point is, Cheryl, I'm not here to judge you on your past, but to put

it to good use.

More wine?

But is it a good scam?

It's not bad.

But they're doing it all wrong.

They've got lazy and greedy with the fancy fucking cars.

Anyone goes looking.

Some pencil -pushing prick workers' insurance companies are full of bastards

like that.

Everything leads straight back to them.

They need to... They need to spread it across fake accounts and...

Jesus, what the fuck am I doing? I can't even entertain that thought.

Why not?

You know why not.

This is why the Wests have never been much good at what you might call actual

jobs.

Too much space.

Pretty soon you'll start worrying about pointless shit like taxes.

Then you wake up one morning and you want them.

Want them what?

Pencil pushing.

Piss off back to your game, will you?

What? I only left the table for a slash. You're the one who said got it, innit?

And I always think that your first real big job stayed with you for the rest of

your career.

What do you mean? Like Rachel Hunter and that trombone ice cream?

Trumpet ice cream.

Yeah, I mean, what have you forever known as the retired girl holding the

Where'd the retarded bit come in? Everyone knows that anyone on the

charity thing is retarded, and you can't escape the power of the Plum Power. No

way. You're so, so right. Call them.

Tell them they can sit there.

Pock the animal campaign.

Up the poppy's ass. Tell them now.

I will.

See, bitch, you mess with West, you mess with Beth.

You're trying to punish me for taking all your money.

He's a demon.

He's an evil man.

This bill's worth more than my car.

You said you wanted it fixed. Oh, I fixed it. You said everything above the

table. Well, this is above the table. It's all fucking table.

Payment has given Dave three things.

Yep.

Hi.

Thought I would have seen you on your birthday.

Oh, sorry.

My car broke down.

I baked you a cake.

I baked you a cake.

Iced it and everything.

Really? You didn't show up.

It got eaten. I don't want to talk about it.

Well, disappointing everyone this week.

Unless you'll be able to pay for the car with your new job.

I can get a brand new flash one.

Gee, Cheryl.

All those sermons about going straight.

You end up working for the biggest crooks in town.

Maybe I am.

Maybe you can't change the world.

Maybe it is the piece of shit that it is.

Maybe. There's so much as one bloody I told you through part of your lips.

You want to tell me what's going on?

No.

Morning, Cheryl.

You should know I thought about what you said last night.

And?

It's not for me, I'm afraid.

Oh, fair enough.

But if you're worried about me spilling the beans, it's not the way I work.

Sorry.

Oh, well, you can't blame me for asking.

No.

Hello. Good morning, sleepyhead.

You must feel like shit.

Where are you?

I'll give you one guess.

The photo shoot.

Only just made it in time.

But you know, you look so beautiful lying there. I almost didn't want to

Pascal, I expected better from you.

I mean, back then you could twist me around your little finger, but now the

you can come up with is to get me pissed so I'll miss my call time.

buns and a tub of hokey pokey ice cream and then dance a jig without chucking?

Did you forget you were dealing with garbage gut blazing bee?

Hey, but um, thanks for last night, Pascal. I had a really good time.

If you know what I mean.

Fucking bitch.

We've had a look at staffing levels in the West Auckland office and it's been

decided your talents could best be utilised over at the Pakuranga branch.

I'll drop the memo off later today.

Look, I'm a fairly reasonable woman to me.

You made me an offer. I said no. I don't deserve to be sent to Siberia.

Pakuranga. Same difference.

Look, I don't care what you and the girls are up to. Nothing to do with

Don't bullshit me.

Do whatever the hell you want. I'm not going to say anything.

But don't expect me to be involved. That part of my life is over.

I'm thrilled to hear that, Cheryl. Good for you.

Just remember I've got a file on you, and I can make your life very difficult.

You want to see me?

Shut the door.

Where is it?

Where's what? My car.

I don't know where your car is. Don't fuck with me, Cheryl.

What, you stab me?

I want my car back.

Well, you're talking to the wrong person.

Yeah, I'm sure it was just coincidence my car goes missing and you're nowhere

near the office.

Well, I was just out paying some bills.

Just about cover my bill and what you look to Grandpa, don't you reckon?

Should about do it.

What do you care where your car is anyway? You're insured. You probably

even lose your no claims bonus.

I want to know where my car is. And I don't know where your car is, Penny, but

my guess is it'll turn up in a few days, maybe on Scenic Drive.

If you come near me, Penny, I'll break your fucking arm.

You're fired.

Yeah, I guess that.

So she had her wicked way with you. I woke up in her bed, Loretta, that's all.

But again, you were too out of it to remember.

For a ganky little hoe, garbage guts and laser meat has a constitution of its

own. Not to mention being underhanded and evil.

I am so too innocent for this job.

Yeah.

What is it? What it takes to be a successful model, and I haven't got it.

if it's any consolation, I'm sure Rachel Hunter would never suit so low.

That is very true.

Plus, the bitch made one fatal mistake.

She did.

Never call to gloat when your enemy is still in your house.

You took all her clothes.

And her shoes.

What did you do with them?

It's all about charity, isn't it?

You know, even though you are over the hill, there may still be hope for you in

this modelling game after all.

Plus, Chantal is that one.

And you can't accept genetic.

Hey, you know that insurance claim you didn't fill out?

Yeah, yeah, I was really stupid and I... Yeah, well, you're going to get a check

in the mail soon from the insurance company.

It's not much, but it's enough to get the ball rolling.

But I thought you ripped up the time.

Well, this is kind of a new claim.

Sewing machine fell off a truck.

Literally. You might want to change insurance companies afterwards just to

the safe side.

Why?

Why? I don't understand.

Well, you know that liquor company you got going?

I thought maybe you might need someone to run the business side of things.

Yeah, I know.

You mean you?

Well, I thought...

Why the hell not?

If I'm going to spend the rest of my life going down in flames, I might as

take my mates with me.

You reckon?

Cool.

A pair of teens.

You went all in on a pair of teens.

A pair of teens.

Actually, a pair of teens.

Fucking believable.

All right then, Mr. Bloody Cowd Shark.

Two pairs, twos and fours.

You took us all on with a two and a four.

Fucking tinny bastard.

Evil old prick more like it.

I feel much better now. It's me.

Do you know, I've decided I like it.

Really? Yeah.

Kind of like us.

You know, like our family.

Ugly and old.

Ignore her. Model midlife crisis.

Oink, oink.

Oi.

Arrest that old bastard over there.

Hey, Cheryl.

Hey, Pascal.

Piss off.

Um, I'm a bit tied up right now, guys.

Is this a business call?

Oh, you tell me. You know anything about clocks?

Clocks? Clocks.

You're going to have to be a bit more specific than that.

This clock, to be specific.

That's one ugly clock.

Yeah, well, you're not wrong there. What would I want with a clock like that?

Apparently it's really valuable.

What, the people who make ugly clocks?

Look, surely you guys have got better things to do with your time.

Cheryl, you wouldn't believe how many better things I've got to do with my

Sergeant, it's... Shut up, Hickey.

But when someone passes on information about stolen property...

I'm kind of obliged, you know.

Well, next time you turn up with a search warrant, I'll be pleased to

in and make you a cup of tea.

But that'd be a waste of time, wouldn't it?

Yeah, I'm guessing it would. I thought as much.

Thanks for your time.

Okay, bye.

Should I send the symbol of our family back to Eric?

No, I'll deal with it.

Don't worry, there isn't some guy in a balaclava waiting to do you over. Though

there should be after you set the cops onto me.

Get out of my house. I've just got a couple of things I need to say to you

then I'm gone and it's over between us, okay?

You know, I really loved my job.

I loved being the office junior.

I loved going out for drinks with the girls. I loved being part of some kind

brand new world.

So when you took all that away from me, it really pissed me off. I just want you

to know that.

So you know where I'm coming from.

You know, Penny, I don't give a rat's ass if you think you've got some kind of

Robin Hood routine going on here with you and all your other victims of crack

choices and men. I don't give a shit.

If you want to play at being criminals, Penny, it's no skin off my nose.

But if you send the cops after me again, well, you do anything.

To any member of my family.

I know real criminals.

And they will turn their houses over on you and all your friends. And they will

do it over and over again until I tell them to stop. Are we understanding each

other now?

Yeah.

And for your information, nobody's victim.

No man's. And I'm certainly not yours.

By the way, at least you're present.

I'm collecting to save the animals from cruelty.

I hope the animals all die.

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