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(rock music playing)

-(rock music continues) -Hit me.

I'm serious. I can't feel anything.

Hit me. (giggles)

(gasps)

Again! Do it harder!

Oww! (laughing) I can't feel anything!

This is so awesome!

I hear this little "wah-wah-wah" inside my head.

-That's your brain cells popping. -(both laughing)

-(sniffs) Do it. -You want me to do it?

(laughing) No, no, no.

Hit me! Harder! Punch me!

-(groans) -Ohh!

(groans) Oww.

(giggling)

(both laughing)

Hit me really hard. Really.

-Okay. I'm gonna plunk you. -Okay! Go!

-Aah! (laughing) -Oh, shit!

Oh! Oh, fuck!

(shrieking) Yeah!

(barks)

(barking continues)

Come on, Hampton.

-Come on. -(kissing sound)

-(Hampton barking) -GIRL: Come on, baby!

(giggling)

Mom! Come on, it's 7:45. Let's go, let's go.

I'm ready. Hey, Noel.

-Mason, come on! -Come on, Mason!

-Where's the new backpack? -It's already in the back seat.

Hey, wait a minute. Let me fix this before somebody gives you the wedgie from hell.

-Thank you. -Mason!

-Come on. -What's up, guys? Hey, Noel.

-Bitch. -What the hell?

-(whistle blows) -WOMAN: Annette!

Annette, you know you're not allowed to wear that.

The teachers look mean here.

I promised myself I wouldn't get anything lower than an "A." Careful.

Puta. God!

How you doin', man?

Mason, guess what just happened.

-(all chattering) -Ooh! Look at that shit! Damn!

-That shit is tight! -Mason.

Hey. Um, guys, this is my little sister.

Hi.

Look over there. Man, there's Evie Zamora.

Looks like she grew up this summer.

-MASON: No shit. -(bell ringing)

GIRL: What's up, girl?

-Let's go say hi. -MASON: Hey, be cool, dude.

What's up, Evie? Come over here, mija! We wanna talk to you!

-(girls chattering) -BOY: What's poppin' with you, girl?

-(boys laughing) -BOY: Damn!

Shit!

Now look up at me.

Oh, looks great. Yeah.

Next time we'll do orange. Hair gel, baby.

It's okay, Mom.

You can borrow mine... again.

Thank you.

Ooh, Rodney, I love your blue.

Hey, go like this.

-(timer bell rings) -You guys hungry? I did Italian tonight.

-(kids yelling) -Hey, what's happenin'?

MASON: Hey, where'd you put the cheese?

Bye! Don't burn your tongue!

-Bye, Mel. -Oh, thanks. So long.

Jesus. A two-dollar tip.

They ate half the lasagna.

Mom, you're way too generous.

-Did Dad send you the check this month? -Lay off him, Tracy.

He just started the new job, okay?

-We're fine. I worked all week. -What?

Oh, you'd look great...

with some honey-blond entertainment streaks...

right here.

It's not fair. I can't be mad at you when you do that.

-Here, Mom, listen to this. -Mmm.

"He was crippled, but only his body was cracked."

-Yoo-hoo! -Tracy!

-Hey! -Hey, Kayla.

Hi. The bus never came, and then it did.

I have to pee, and she hasn't eaten anything.

MEL: Well, that's okay. There's some stuff on the stove.

Oh, great. Okay. Then we'll go?

Tracy, I'm sorry. I just haven't been to a meeting all week.

You know I need to go.

-I really want to hear your poem. Come on. -No.

-Please start over. -It's okay, Mom.

No, please, I really wanna hear it.

"He was crippled, but only his body was cracked.

It's not simple, nor is it an easy matter to explain.

'Let's just leave it at that,' she says,

and closes the holy book of lies.

She covers her eyes, denying to herself what she thought happened."

MEL: Mmm.

Wow.

That's really heavy.

And it scares me a little bit.

It's beautiful.

We gotta talk about it when I get back. Okay?

WOMAN: Hey, can we have some of this cake?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no! (whispers) Shit.

That's Mario's cake! He's 12 years sober!

-Tracy, I want a piggyback ride. -Hang on.

Uh, Mom. Mom, Mom, Mom.

I told you I can't baby-sit. I have an I-Search project due tomorrow.

Baby, baby, cut me a break. You know I need to go.

-Keep coming back. -BOTH: It works if you work it.

-Right, baby? -(kissing)

-Bye, Mommy! -Be good!

(door slams)

-Yup. -Thanks again!

(chattering, laughing)

-GIRL: Evie Zamora. -Hey, girl!

Evie Zamora has really pretty skin.

I heard she's got a scar on her back

from when she tried to save her baby brother from a fire.

You guys, she's not Wonder Woman.

(girl laughing) Hey, you guys! I'm wearing lip gloss.

I'll see you guys later.

He's so smart.

He knows German.

Nice socks!

-(laughing) -It's that girl Tracy from chem class.

GIRL: Who let her out of the cabbage patch?

Thank God you're cleaning up your room.

You hungry, baby?

Mom, I'm not your baby.

Okay.

-Hey, what's wrong with those socks? -Nothing.

Then what are they doing in the trash?

Mom, I'm not gonna wear them anymore, okay? I need new clothes.

-How come? -Because I look stupid! Hello!

(horn honking)

Sylvia!

Sylvia! Stop!

Please! Emergency!

-Mom, this one's okay. This is good. -Yes. Yes.

Mother scores.

Oh--

Now, I know I have another dollar in quarters here somewhere.

Hey! Is this enough? I could rinse these off.

Right on. (giggling)

Okay, for the project I'm doing J-Lo.

-What about you? -I'm doing Usher.

I have to go to the bathroom really quick.

-Okay. -Okay.

So, anyway, I'm gonna try to, like--

Cute shirt.

-Thanks. -Cute belt.

Call me after school. We can go shopping on Melrose.

Okay. Um--

Write your number on this.

(mouths words) Oh, my God!

-You get it? -Oh! Yeah, wait. I have heard that one.

Yep, that one's good.

Oh, damn. I have gymnastics today.

-Oh. Okay. -Okay.

-All right. -I'll see you.

Give me a call, okay?

Okay. Talk to you later.

-See ya. -Bye. Love ya.

MASON: I don't know. I just wish she liked me, you know?

-I've been there. -Hey, Tracy!

Mom wants you to clean your room before she gets home.

Okay.

(dial tone, numbers beeping)

(line ringing)

(recording) The number you have reached is not in service at this time.

(line ringing)

(recording) The number you have reached is not in service at this time.

(grunts)

(Mason, boy talking)

What happened over here, cockroachio?

Nothing, lifeguard boy.

Hey, come and clean this shit up, Trace.

(Hampton barking)

Really disgusting.

(stereo: female singer) ♪ You look damn good ♪

♪ The way a man should ♪

♪ The way a man would if he could get me ♪

♪ To get me you got to do it gently ♪

♪ Don't give a fuck but you rolls with a Bentley ♪

-(music continues) -(girls laughing)

GIRL: No, seriously, though, the pants without the pockets make you look better.

Hi. I tried calling you, but I was coming here anyway, so--

Oh-- (giggles)

My phone didn't ring.

♪ To get me you gotta do it gently ♪

♪ Don't give a fuck but you rolls with the bad me ♪

(music continues)

Bon appétit, darling.

Shit. You guys, I only brought 10 bucks.

(both laughing)

What?

(music continues)

I'm gonna go get a drink of water.

Loser. (laughs)

WOMAN: What? What are you talking about?

No! No, ab-- Hang on one second.

I'll get the number for you. It's right-- Hang on one second.

I--I shouldn't be giving you the number. You should have the number.

No. Name is Alberto.

I don't know. It's some sort of, uh, 553 number.

Alberto. I don't know. Something--

No, you just keep in mind that you work for me.

I have 35 people coming tonight. This is unacceptable.

I mean, I have to have the heater working.

I have to have everything there.

No, this is not right. Let's see, uh-- Give me one second.

It's 553--

It's not bad for, like, 30 minutes.

-Sales clerks didn't see shit. -You guys!

-You guys-- -Wait, wait, wait. Watch.

You guys, I totally just stole this.

-No fucking way! -From this lady over there.

I haven't looked.

-Let's see how much-- -Have you seen what's in it?

-Holy shit, you guys! -Oh, my God.

I don't think I've ever seen this much money in my life.

Let's go shopping!

-Hell, yeah! -(all screaming)

(giggling) One.

Dos, tres.

A few pairs of these.

That should cover that. Keep the change.

Aah!

-Let's go! (screaming) -Yeah!

(giggling, shouting)

Hey, Mason.

Just out of curiosity,

who do you think is the hottest girl in school?

I guess, um, Evie Zamora.

(laughs)

Guess who I hung out with today.

Bull.

Melrose Avenue.

What?

God, it's that hard to believe?

(stereo: light Jazz)

Mom, why are there four places tonight?

Mom?

Honey, he just got back. He's only coming for dinner.

Yeah. Tomorrow he's just gonna tune up your car, right?

It needs it.

Why are you doing this to yourself?

-(doorbell ringing) -(Hampton barking)

(music continues)

Do you mind if I put this stuff in your garage?

(giggles)

So, Brady, how was the halfway house?

The same as the last one, Trace.

Yeah. Okay. Here, hold on.

Evie, this is my mom.

No way. She's like the hot big sister.

What do you want me to do?

-Can you take us to Melrose? -Let's go.

We'll find some really cute platforms,

or maybe some of that body glitter.

No, Mom, it's okay. You can just drop us off and go run an errand or something.

Oh.

Um... okay.

I guess that'll be all right. Maybe for an hour.

I have to talk to Evie's mom, though.

Brooke is just my guardian.

Great. Thank you.

Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute.

I haven't talked to Brooke yet.

Mom, please don't do this to me.

This is the best day of my life.

I'll kill you if you embarrass me.

Okay.

Okay.

(beeping)

Hi. This is Melanie. I'm Tracy's mom.

(hip-hop music playing) ♪ Bounce, baby, bounce, baby ♪

♪ Bounce, baby, bounce ♪

-(music continues) -(Evie, Tracy laughing, chattering)

TRACY: It's my ass that isn't fitting.

Evie, Brooke says you're not allowed on Melrose without adult supervision.

♪ Bounce, baby, bounce, baby Bounce, baby, bounce ♪

-Well, you're here, aren't you, Mel? -Yep.

I am.

-(music continues) -What do you think?

Mom, do I look okay?

You look incredible.

EVIE: You love the leopard fur, Mel?

Yep.

-But not for 75 bucks, baby. -Why? Mom--

Guys! This only costs $19.95! (giggling)

This is it!

This is the digs, the nest! My Mount Olympus, baby!

-Hey. -(TV: dialogue continues)

Hey, boys.

BOY (on TV): This is it. This is the dream place.

-Hey, Evie. -BOY (on TV): Check this out.

The design is, uh, set up feng shui--

(laughing, chattering)

BOY: Dude, I want my $9.00 back.

Only way that movie would've been decent...

was if Britney had her big-ass booty hangin' all over the screen.

Yeah, man, with the car blowing up in the background.

-Shit! Watch out, man! -Hey!

Christ, I at least wanted to see some tits.

(both giggling)

-Your little friend is coming over. -What?

Oh, shit.

-I'm Evie Zamora. -Yeah, I know. I'm Noel.

Pizza?

We love Hawaiian. Don't you, Evie?

Hey, hey, hey!

Let's go, Trace.

Uh, you can't go to the park anyway. Right, Noel?

You can't go either after dark.

You guys wanna get high? Four bucks a hit.

-Let's trip. -For sure.

Man!

Pay me back when we get home.

What's up?

-You guys wanna buy some shit? -Yeah. What you got?

(rock music playing)

♪ Want to, want to put it together ♪

♪ Want to more and more ♪

♪ Want to, want to put it together ♪

♪ Want to more and more ♪

-(music continues) -(giggling) I see spiders!

(laughing) I see naked people.

(Tracy laughing) My God!

(music continues)

♪ Going for the best of the best ♪

♪ Then we left, so ♪

(laughing, giggling)

♪ Have to, have to put it together ♪

♪ Have to more and more ♪

♪ Have to, have to put it together ♪

♪ Have to more and more ♪

♪ Have to recreate this time ♪

♪ Peeking out through either eye ♪

♪ Comfort come or else we're on our own ♪

MASON: Tracy!

Tracy!

Tracy! Come on. Mom wants you home now.

-(laughing) -Tracy, get over here!

-I found her, Mom. -Oh, you got it.

Uh, yeah, Trace, I got that, uh, that game that you wanted... finally.

(roars) I'm a lion!

Tracy! Tracy, come on.

You hounded me for two weeks for this damn game.

Oh, no, I haven't.

(giggling)

I really haven't.

Just-- (sighs)

Damn.

How long is this gonna last?

♪ The itsy-bitsy spider ♪

♪ Dropped acid at the park ♪

Evie, I think-- I think my nose is melting off.

(giggling) Ooh!

Mel, she's a teenager. Come on, baby.

-You want me to ground you? -Yeah, you're gonna ground me.

You know you're not allowed out after dark.

Mom! God!

Can't I have any privacy?

What, I-I'm not allowed to see your body anymore?

No, you're not.

Okay.

Well, after he leaves we'll talk.

If he leaves.

Whoa. Slow down on that apple cider, sweetheart.

Come here. Come here.

So, uh,

Mason says, "Good night."

(gasping, coughing)

TRACY: What's going on? Mom! What's going on?

MEL: Baby, go back to bed!

(girls laughing)

Come on.

Nice ass.

Oh, uh, no. (laughing)

-Mom! -MEL: What?

I'm making your fave.

Mom, I have to go to the bathroom now.

Can't you hold it a minute?

That's how you get a bladder infection, you child abuser.

That's dramatic.

Let's just go pee outside, wussy.

(Tracy whimpering)

French toast is my favorite too, Mel.

Hampton is my baby!

-He's my baby. -Hey, Mason.

Move your G-string down south.

Dude, no! That is so gross. That's my brother.

(giggling)

-Oh, my God! -Maybe I'll marry into the family.

(rock music playing)

♪ What are you gonna--♪

♪ What are you-- What are you--♪

♪ What are you gonna do ♪

-(music continues) -You'll be designing a habitat...

which the four of you will live in for two years.

(music continues)

Find creative ways to recycle the elements.

Think water supply and power supply--

(boys laughing, muttering)

And why are you late, Ms. Freeland?

Sorry. Can't a girl go to the bathroom?

(laughing, snickering)

All right, settle down, class.

Now, what I want-- Put the phone away!

-(rock music in Spanish) -(laughing)

Mom.

Do you know the difference between point-slope form

and slope-intercept form?

How about ten dollars, guapo?

See, 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. (squeals)

Get on the chair.

Um... is this gonna hurt?

Oh, you haven't had your tongue pierced.

(speaks Spanish)

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 pussy.

Oh, my God! Are you sh--

(giggles) I'm kidding, idiot.

-(car door closes) -MEL: 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.

-BOTH: ♪ Ohh, ohh ♪ -Here we go.

You know, you two aren't the only J-Lo's in the house.

-Check out these sexy colors! -That's great, Mom.

Hey, you need something to eat. It's 4:00.

Something real.

I'll make some turkey and cheese on whole wheat.

Evil food.

You guys know if you drink 10 glasses of ice water a day, you'll burn 300 calories?

MEL: Interesting.

(sighs) Mom!

Three strikes and you're out.

How many times you gonna let him fuck you over?

MEL: Hey!

-(bell dings) -Where is my purse?

-Cyn--Cyn, go to the sink. -Oh, yes.

-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 you promised 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 fucked up.

(sighs)

MEL: After this, we'll cover your face back.

-(water running) -Ow! God! You're burning me!

-Shit. I'm sorry. -Ow! Fuck!

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. (chuckles)

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.

-Well, get off the phone. -It's Dad.

He's with the baby.

(knocking)

Don't ever start smoking.

Is everything okay, Mel?

MEL: Yeah.

No.

Evie, I'm sorry, but I think it's time for you to go home.

I can't go home.

Brooke had a convention in Bakersfield.

She said she sent you an E-mail.

I guess I didn't check my E-mail.

I'm sorry, Mel. I hope it's okay that I'm here.

Well...

I guess it's gonna have to be, isn't it?

Her boyfriend hits me, Mel.

He grabbed my throat, and he threw me against his van.

Oh, Jesus.

Where's your mother, baby?

She--She passed away.

I didn't have a mother when I was your age either.

I know how hard it is.

I do.

-Mom. -What is it, baby?

Dad's on the phone. He wants to talk to you.

They moved into the new place.

-MEL: How's the new house? -It's an apartment, Mom.

So, are you taking them Saturday night?

Whoa. That sounds like a big deal.

Congratulations.

-Why can't he take us? -Well, sure, sure.

He's our fucking father.

-Um--Oh, baby, I-- -(whispering) He's never with us.

No, not--not you.

Ah, you know you're going digital on me? Yeah.

Uh, I-I'll talk to you later.

-(phone beeps) -So we're not staying with him?

Uh, he gets to go to some black tie event.

Hey.

Something for-- Something for NASA.

He's gonna try to have brunch on Sunday.

You get out, you. Get out, you.

Terrific. Then we might as well be on the fucking moon.

No. No.

My mom will kill me.

-She smokes. -No shit. The same brand.

No shit.

Shh--

-(door closes) -You want it so bad.

Look what I got from the tattoo shop.

Let's do it right now.

Sewing kit.

(sighs)

This is probably gonna hurt worse than your tongue.

I don't give a shit. Just do it.

(whimpers, gasps, muffled screaming)

-Oh, fuck! -What the fuck did you do?

(crash)

-Everything okay, Evie? -Yeah, we just spilled a Coke, Mel.

Trace, it's cool that you're not scared of needles.

We can go and get tattoos.

More piercings.

(knocking)

MELANIE: May I come in?

Sure, Mel.

I've got a surprise.

I sewed on the leopard fur.

The fur was thicker at Red Balls.

These are tight, Mel.

Thanks. It only cost six bucks.

Tracy, tomorrow...

you gotta sit down and do all your homework.

Maybe you could go to Noel's. She called a couple times.

I know, Mom. I know.

Okay.

Good night, my little beauties.

I love you, Mel.

Mom.

Don't go in my room without asking me again. Okay?

Those are my favorite jeans.

I don't just waltz into your room and screw around with your stuff.

When have you ever seen me mess with anything that was yours? Mom!

Fuck her.

Yo, Evie.

-You ready? -I'm going to the park with K.K.

Give me a sec. 'Kay?

Go away! (chuckles)

-What, do you wanna come? -Yeah.

It's just gonna be me and K.K.

You know? (giggles)

You ready?

-K.K.: Stop bitin' me. -(Evie laughing)

(sighs)

I love you, Tracy.

Evie.

(people conversing, laughing, faint)

(laughing, conversation continue)

(laughing) But are they real?

Opossums? Okay--

Excuse me.

Oh, hey. Grab some oatmeal.

It's okay. I'm on a diet.

No, you should, uh, put some, some chocolate chips in it.

It's actually very good.

Come on, Tracy. You know you get mean when you don't eat.

Fuck you.

Come on, Evie. Let's go.

Hey, Evie, could you-- could you just give us just a little second?

-Yeah. Sure. -Um--

Does Brooke have a boyfriend?

No. She dumped him.

When?

Last week or something.

-Are you sure? -Yeah.

He's in Orlando. Now, can I go to school?

Yeah.

It's okay.

All of the sudden Medina has a ghetto booty?

I think she stuffs.

That slut ain't got shit compared to these double cheeseburgers.

Shake it, don't break it, bitch.

-Fuck her. -(all laughing)

ASTRID: Javi, you look hot.

-What up? -Hey, Marcus, Javi.

-Hey, Evie. -ASTRID: Hey, what's up, Marcus?

Hey, Tracy, can I holler at you?

Yeah.

(girls murmuring, chattering)

I was wondering if, uh, maybe you wanna go kick it sometime.

Yeah, sure.

-Okay, well, can I have your number? -Yeah--

Um, here's my cell. We'll be hanging around.

Straight. See you guys later.

Bye.

(giggling, screaming)

-Go, girl! -That is so cool!

Okay, I don't want him to come to my house and see Mason and the loser.

Well, let's all go to my place.

-My aunt says only one friend at a time. -Come on, babe.

I'm sorry, Astrid.

-Let me call my mom. -Fine.

BOY: Dude, they say it's two feet overhang.

(laughing) Oh, yeah?

-Good goin', buddy! -Oh, my God.

Please don't tell me that they live here.

No, they're old news.

She's my cousin, not my mom. You got it? Don't tell them I like them.

Hey, boys! My friend wants to suck your dick!

-Oh, my God. -BOY: Come over here, honey.

(giggling) That was so not cool.

-Here's my pad! -Hey, babe.

Tracy, meet the lovely Brooke LaLaine.

-Hello. -Hi.

She's a cute one.

Oh, Tracy, your mom has been calling.

Honey, can you get me another beer?

Yeah.

Um, Evie?

Um, it's okay.

So, you're a model?

EVIE: She's a model-slash-actress.

Mmm, slash-bartender who's about to be late for work.

-What time is it, honey? -It's, like, 4:30 or 5:00.

Oh, shit. Hey, no more than one. You got homework.

They were removing asbestos from the locker room today, so--Oww--

We got the whole gym period to do our homework.

Yeah, baby! (gasps) Waah!

I love you, Christina Ricci! (kiss)

-Tracy? -What-y?

You're going out with Javi!

(both screaming, laughing)

Evie, goddamn it, where's my other cutlet?

(hums)

-Incoming cutlet! -(Tracy giggles) Nice meeting you.

Very nice meeting you too, princess.

-(phone: melody) -Is that your phone?

-Popular. -Hello?

-It's Javi. -(gasps) Oh, my God!

Shh! Yeah, she's here. You wanna talk to her?

Shh. Relax. Breathe.

Calm down. Shh.

Hey.

Uh, no, no, I don't think I'm too busy.

Can we do something tonight if Ruben comes?

Yes!

Hello? Come over right now. Okay, bye.

You get to make out with Javi!

-(screams, laughing) -(laughing)

You don't know how to kiss, do you?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Yes, I do.

Me and Noel practiced with Cruel Intentions, like, 50 times.

Right.

So, you want me to prove it, lesbo?

Hell, no!

(laughs)

(giggling)

I barely even felt that.

Well, see if you fucking feel this one, then!

-Well... okay! -(giggling)

(laughs)

BROOK: All right, honeys, I'm outta here.

Uh, if Benny calls, tell him I'll be down at Rene's.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do!

(both laughing)

Okay, remember the part when Josh is sitting there, like,

smoking a joint with a beer, and he's all--

(sighs)

-(laughs) -I don't remember that!

I don't either! (laughing)

You just made that up.

Girl, he jumped all over me when that teacher got a pencil

stabbed through her hand.

-That wasn't even scary. -Yeah, it was.

-What is this shit, man? -(music off)

Check this out.

(imitates hip-hop beat, scratching)

♪ Tr-Tr-Tr-Tr-Tracy ♪

(all laughing)

(hip-hop, slow)

(man rapping)

(sighs) It's getting kinda hot in here, don't you think?

(music continues)

(giggles)

(man continues rapping) ♪ And when we kiss and shit ♪

♪ You're screamin' "Hallelujah" ♪

♪ I'm your super fly and I wonder, can I do ya ♪

♪ Baby, have you ever been freaked by your fly man ♪

♪ Here's what I wanna do ♪

♪ Baby, have you ever been freaked by your fly man ♪

♪ Let me ax this to you ♪

♪ Baby, have you ever been freaked by your fly man ♪

♪ Now, what you really wanna do ♪

♪ Baby, have you ever been freaked by your fly man ♪

♪ Now let me ax this to you ♪

Mmm.

We are so perfect for each other.

You know, if everybody married someone from a different race,

then in one generation, there would be no prejudice.

So, you had a good time?

Yeah.

But it tasted kinda nasty.

(both giggling)

What? We didn't go over that one.

Want anything special from the market?

-(engine starts) -No, thanks, Mel.

I like everything you get.

Hey, Trace, do my back.

-Who's that? -Luke.

Or "lifeguard boy."

His parents moved away and left him the house.

Come on. Hey, Luke!

EVIE: Got any beer?

-(rock music, slow) -Luke, you are so lucky.

(pinball machine beeping)

I want your house.

-(coughs) -(music continues)

You know, I think I'm gonna call some of my friends.

How 'bout we make a Luke sandwich?

Um, how about you're jailbait?

Yeah. (chuckles)

You know, I--

Luke, you know I'll never tell. Come on.

-Trace, would I tell? -No, because Ruben would kill you.

(chuckles) Come on, Luke.

-No, look--Danger. -Come on.

Danger, Will Robinson. (chuckles)

Luke, it's not illegal to kiss.

Says who?

Tracy, come here. Check out his white boy ghetto lips.

-Try it. Come on. -No.

-Come on! -It's Luke.

So? Come on. You guys.

Go, girl.

Luke, where's your bong?

(moans) Right there.

Why don't you get back over here, though, girl. Come here.

(music continues)

Feels good, huh, Luke?

You know you want it.

You know what? You know what?

Th-This--

Why don't you guys get out of my house, okay?

-What the fuck are you-- -Just get the fuck out of my house--

Stop. Just stop, okay?

-Now get out. Please. -Shit!

Just get out of my house! Get out of my house! Now!

Get the fuck off me, you fuckin' pervert!

Please just get out of my house. Just go.

Luke, chill out!

Take your fucking weed and get outta here.

-Could you give me a hand? -Mom, I'm not your fucking slave!

(car engine starts)

(car door slams, tires squeal)

Shit! Shit! My breath.

-Toothpaste. -Toothpaste. Where the hell's the--

Hey!

Hey, open this door now.

What, Mother? What do you want?

This is not how I raised you.

I want you to be civil to me.

And I want you and your stupid boyfriend to get out of my fucking life!

-What the fuck is he doing here? -Have you been drinking?

-No! -Of course!

Because she's always fucking drinking!

Isn't that right, Tracy?

-Oh, like you never have! -Hey, hey, hey. Come on.

-EVIE: You guys! -(crying)

-Ohh. -Hey, Kayla. What's going on?

-EVIE: Hey. -MASON: It's okay.

Thought we'd just crash here for just a couple days, just until my check comes in.

(coughs)

I think I'm coming down with diphtheria or something, so--

Yeah, sure. Just for a couple of days.

Mason, can you find your sleeping bag to give to--

Why not open a hotel, Mom?

You could get paid for all this.

Tracy, baby, this is just temporary.

(knocks)

Wow. Where'd all this stuff come from?

Brooke bought it for me--us.

(Kayla giggling)

Come on, Evie.

"Wanna bone."

Nice.

(Kayla, Evie giggling)

What's the occasion?

She wanted to say "thank you" for...

taking care of me.

(giggling continues)

Baby, we have to have a real talk.

EVIE: Wanna go to the park?

-Mom, I have more homework to do. -Yeah.

You should go to more meetings.

No, you don't understand. It's different this time.

She's starting-- She's starting to scare me.

(sobbing) I know, I know, I know. Damn it, I know.

(sighs) I just-- I just wanna make it stop. You know?

You fuckin' hard-ass.

That's why you're my sponsor.

(laughing)

Okay, okay, okay. I'm gonna try.

I'm gonna try. Okay, I'm gonna--

Okay, I'm gonna do it.

EVIE: Yeah, baby! Close your eyes!

-Oh, my God! -Close 'em, close 'em. Ooh, lovin' it.

-You are a gold queen. -Think that's enough?

Hey, guys.

What the hell?

Watch his head.

-Look at that. -TRACY: Oh, my God!

See that? It's, like, Zen chicken.

That's weird, right? (laughing)

It doesn't even move!

Chickens are cool, aren't they?

Cool.

Mom, no, I can't see that movie.

Why?

Because it's a gross, bloody war movie.

I'm a pacifist, like Gandhi.

Why don't we just go see the Jack Black movie?

The Misadventures Of Ezekial Balls.

Yeah, Mom. It looks funny. It's a giant pig.

Yeah, I won't be seeing that.

Come on. It's supposed to be family night.

-That's all right. -Please?

We'll see separate movies, we'll meet here at 10:15.

I want two for the pig movie, and two for the handsome fellow in the war movie.

Yes! Um... Brady, you are so awesome!

Look, I got popcorn,

and butter in a separate foil packet...

for the-- for the little ones.

Thanks, Mom.

-Okay. -Thanks, Mel.

-See you all here. -Love you, guys. (makes kissing sound)

BRADY: I thought that was our popcorn.

Hi. Can I get two for Kandahar?

MAN: Yeah! Uh-huh!

(giggles)

-Bye, Mom. -Later, Jack.

(screaming, giggling)

Come on, my little hooch.

Oww! Mothers, lock up your sons!

(rapping) ♪ M-O-N ♪

♪ "J" to the "A" to the "B" to the "A" ♪

♪ I said we ain't havin' it ♪

♪ And if you're gettin' on the floor ♪

♪ You know it's gon' be tragic, come on ♪

-♪ I feel like humpin' somethin' ♪ -What?

-♪ I feel like humpin' somethin' ♪ -Yeah!

♪ I feel like humpin' somethin' ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ I feel like humpin' somethin' ♪

♪ So keep the speakers bumpin' loud ♪

-♪ Heart thumpin' ♪ -♪ Shake it and pop it Then drop it ♪

♪ Baby, you got it So flaunt it ♪

♪ I'm on it Better start bonin' ♪

-♪ Moans in a moment ♪ -(laughing)

♪ I'm holdin' somethin' swollen ♪

-(music continues) -What's up, ladies?

How you guys doing tonight? You guys having fun?

You know, I got my ass beat for what happened the other night.

-Oh, yeah? -Hey, Javi, come spit that verse.

(Javi chuckles) All right.

(Javi imitating hip-hop beat)

All right. Uh-huh.

♪ Hey, yo, I talk and strangle M.C.s ♪

♪ Just like a boa ♪

Why don't you go get us some sodas or something?

-(music continues) -And you know what, tell Conrad to

get his ass down here on his break.

Okay.

Hey, man, what are you doin'? (laughing)

(conversation, faint)

You stupid fucker! (laughing)

Oh, sweetie, back that ass up.

I'd like to see how that thong looks on my bedroom floor.

Too bad you'll never know.

Tracy?

Aw, shit. Fuck it.

Hey, Tracy, here's your Cokes.

I didn't pay for them anyway.

Probably didn't have to with your fine ass.

-Fuck you! -(laughing)

♪ We got the girls 'cause we Hollywood stars ♪

♪ Hangin' on the boulevard ♪

♪ 'cause we too smooth Come on, get in there ♪

-Have you seen Evie? -♪ We too smooth Get in there ♪

-Nah, she went to the candy store. -♪ Hangin' on the boulevard ♪

-♪ 'Cause we too smooth ♪ -Want some?

-(gags) -Easy!

-What the fuck is that? -Voodoo juice my friends made.

♪ Never been big on kisses but sex I feel ♪

-♪ Relax, chill Remove your heels ♪ -Don't be backwashing.

♪ Better yet, check the effects the back wheels, come on ♪

-♪ We got the girls, the cars ♪ -Wanna go find her?

♪ We Hollywood stars ♪

-Yeah. -♪ Hangin' on the boulevard ♪

-♪ 'Cause we too smooth ♪ -You all right?

Tracy. Let's go. Come on.

Evie?

-♪ Fifteen million holes ♪ -Evie!

♪ And the rain is getting in ♪

-Evie? -♪ Baby, let it go ♪

♪ There's more to life than meets the skin ♪

-Hey. Want to suck my cock, baby? -♪ You're my nicotine ♪

-♪ You're my favorite scent ♪ -No!

-(music continues, indistinct) -Evie!

Evie!

-Damn! How are you? -(kisses)

Javi spilled a Coke all over his pants and he couldn't perform--

What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you even know what time it is?

Shit!

Hey.

Call me, baby.

(scoffs)

Geez, Mom, I can't help it if the movie ran late.

Bullshit, Tracy! We checked the theater.

You guys, we went and got something to drink at Starbucks.

What's wrong with that?

-MEL: Where's the backpack? -Oh, shit.

I got you a key chain.

Hey. How was the movie?

-All right. -Mom, I gotta talk to you.

In private.

Okay.

-Come in the kitchen. I'm making tea. -I'll help you.

Should we talk about how you get stoned every night with Rafa?

MASON: She knows I smoke pot, Tracy.

(scoffs) Look at your pupils.

You're so fuckin' busted.

-Fucking little-- -Ow!

-Jesus Christ, Tracy! -Don't you ever touch me again!

Go ahead, hit me, Tracy. You'll go to jail, you fucking slut!

Don't you fucking call me a slut.

Mom, Mason just called me a slut! I'm gonna--

Melanie! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop it!

Wait, wait, wait! Stop! Stop!

-Tracy, look at this shit! -MEL: Birdie, you know she didn't mean it.

Mom, don't touch me! Don't touch my hair!

-She's out of control. -Have you had anything to eat today?

-Mom, stop with the food thing already! -Fuck it.

You don't want me to cook for you anymore?

Fine! Then don't eat my food.

Fine! I hate your nasty store-brand food anyway!

Great!

Then I can stop doing 12 haircuts a day trying to pay for all this shit!

You think I want to be here?

(gasps)

(whispers) Fuck.

Damn it.

Goddamn... 1.50-a-square-foot floor!

BRADY: Mel. Mel.

(panting)

I told you we needed a new floor.

Baby?

Mel.

-You all right? -(laughing) Yeah. I'm okay.

I'm okay.

-You're okay. -I'm okay. I need to call Sue.

TRACY: Mom!

Uh, don't worry about that, all right?

I'll take care of it.

Mom! What the--

Damn it, Tracy. What is it?

I can't even sleep in my own bed?

Tracy, we can all sleep in here if we could just get this dog out.

-Wake up, girl. Come on. -(whimpers)

It's--Oh, Jesus.

-Something peed in your bed. -It's all right. We'll change the sheets.

-Here, Mason, take her. -Mom, you're dealing with this!

I'll take care of it. You know what, Tracy?

You're gonna have to lay off of her.

Don't you tell me what to do, you fucking cokehead.

You're such a loser.

(sniffles)

-(door closes) -I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Arms up.

I can't do this with her anymore.

I can't.

I can't.

I'm horrible.

-(water running) -Get in the shower, Mel.

(door closes)

This place is fucking with my head.

(helicopter whirring)

Yeah, I want-- I want to get loaded.

Go see Mario.

He'll read the big book in that scratchy voice.

Okay. I know what to do.

Evie, I have to ask you something.

What?

What happened in the dressing room with you and Javi?

Nothing, pendeja. He's your guy.

(kisses)

(snorting)

-(chuckling) -Uh-oh.

TRACY: So what's with the spoons?

-Just go like this. -TRACY: It's really cold.

-You're gonna call Evie's Mom. -Right.

I'm just gonna talk to her for a few minutes. I mean...

she's just a kid, after all.

(both speaking in code)

CYNTHIA: Mason, could you come in here for a second?

Brooke does this every morning, and she still has huge bags.

I wonder how much of this you have to swallow for it to kill you.

This family needs some healing.

-Who bought you that wet suit? -Fuck you.

Evie, your mother's phone has been disconnected.

Mel, she's not my mom.

She's my cousin. My mom was a crack whore.

Okay. Everybody just take a deep breath.

Evie, honey,

do you have a friend that you could go and stay with for a few days?

I think this family needs some alone time.

Cynthia,

I'm the one that's here every day trying to make the situation better.

Ask Mel.

Look, Mom, there's a huge swell. I-I gotta get poundin'.

-That's okay, baby. Just go. -(melody over the phone)

-Phone! -CYNTHIA: Wait, wait, wait.

-Hold on, hold on. -EVIE: Hello? Conrad.

-(both screaming) -Hey, Spidey!

Evie, honey, let's talk about you for just a minute, okay?

-I need to make sure-- -Cynthia,

are you a board-licensed therapist?

Okay, you bring the stuff, and I'll give you a surprise.

She's done a lot of really great things for me.

She's a psychic.

Cynthia, do you remember when you tried to bring back Grandma,

-and Hampton ended up humping your leg? -(barking)

-Cynthia, I can handle this. -You know, I should, um--

I should be getting back to work. I could be selling houses right now.

-10:30 at Nona's. -(kisses)

Cynthia can handle it, Mom. Ooh!

Want me to model my new thong? It's perfect for pooping on the go.

What's that under your shirt? None of your business.

-What is that? -Don't worry about it.

Let me see that.

No! Mom, what is it with you and poking me?

-I just want to see what you got there. -Mom, stop!

What the hell is that?

-I'm talking to you. -(whispering) It's a belly button ring.

Speak up. I can't hear you.

It's a belly button ring!

How else can I say it? I don't speak no other languages!

Oh. And do you want to know what that is?

That is a tongue ring.

-When did you do all this, baby? -Oh, Mom!

Two thousand years ago!

I'm a mummy! I was born 2,000 years ago! Whoo!

Tracy, Tracy, Tracy.

I'm really starting to lose it. Stop it, please.

No bra, no panties.

No bra, no panties.

-Stop it. -No bra, no panties.

-You have to take her for a while. -No, I can't.

-I need you to take her for a while. -I can't.

I've been on the phone all morning, trying to get out of this damn thing.

-I can't. Mel? -I need you to take her for a while.

Are you hearing me here?

I can't. I will talk to her. It'll be just fine.

All right? Where is she?

Is she in the back?

Hey. How are you doin'?

Listen, we, uh-- we gotta talk about something.

Um, I gotta tell you right up front that I can't, uh, take you this weekend.

I knew that you wouldn't take me.

Tracy, uh,

look, baby,

you--you have got to cut me some slack, okay?

I am trying to kick ass at this new job.

I am trying to get you and your mom more money. That's all I'm--

-(phone ringing) -Let me, um, just shut this thing off.

Uh...

What's the problem?

What's going on?

Can I help?

Tracy, you gotta talk to me.

Dad, do you even remember what the last thing we did together was?

-(phone buzzing) -Dad, just answer the fucking thing!

Look, this could be an emergency.

Let me take this. Yeah?

No, I can't. I'm with-- I'm with a client right now.

Look, Chris, I will call you from the airport, okay?

-Fine. -(closes phone)

Nice talking to you, Dad.

Baby, I'm not going anywhere, okay?

You know, fuck this work shit, okay?

I'm calling him back

right now and telling him I'm not going to fucking Houston.

Dad, just go, okay?

Really. You need this job.

Yeah, baby, I do need this job.

Nice car.

Yeah, it's just a silly business tool.

We're going surfing in two weeks, right? San O's? Okay.

She needs help, Dad.

Okay. Okay.

What is the problem?

Can somebody please just tell me, what is the problem?

In a nutshell.

Wha--

Mason, wait--

Hey.

Nice car.

(sighs)

(car door closes, engine starts)

(speaking in code)

-Good morning, Mom! -BRADY: Whoa, hey.

-Hi. -Knocking's real good.

Uh, Mom, we have something really important...

that we need to talk to you about, okay?

Okay.

Um,

I think that I would get along a lot better...

with everybody...

if Evie just lived with us.

Brooke will pay you to take me.

She won't be like all the other freeloaders.

She was abused...

by her uncle when she was nine.

EVIE: Mel, he put things inside me...

and he pushed me into a fire.

Okay.

Mel, you could really help me if I lived here.

You could maybe even save me.

Okay, I'll think about it.

You're so cool.

Bye, Mel.

Why did you put me on the spot in front of that poor little girl?

I can't reject someone like that to her face.

-I know, Mom. -EVIE: Come on, Tracy.

Good-bye. I love you.

(bell ringing)

Bye.

Yea! I got an "A."

I got a "C-plus." Movin' up. What'd you get?

Who knows.

Let's just say my mother isn't gonna get a bumper sticker this year.

Ah, I want to bleed more! Hit me!

Make an effort, bitch!

Tracy?

Tracy?

-MELANIE: Hey, food's ready, ladies. -Just a minute!

Tracy.

Get up, okay?

You can't go out like this.

Oh, shit.

(groans)

Here.

(moans)

-Her uncle got seven years. -BIRDIE: I mean, look at you.

You're stretched to the limit.

Shit, you're stretched beyond the limit.

Kayla and I are sleeping in a tent.

She's been molested and abused

by practically everyone who's supposed to take care of her.

I have to help her.

No, Mom, come on. You don't know that.

I mean, Jesus.

How do we look, darling?

(giggling)

Guys, say hello to the butt.

-I wanna play! I wanna play! -EVIE: Okay.

-What happened to your lip? -Nothing, Mom. I just bit it.

Is that my belt, Evie?

Yeah.

Mason, do you have any film?

-You want to take pictures of us? -No, Evie, I don't.

Okay, kids.

This is the day. You guys did a great job. These all look really--

What?

Oh, my God.

Wait. Today is the due date?

You guys could have called to remind me that today was the due date.

We left you a bunch of messages.

Not to mention a note on your locker.

Oh, our phone's been disconnected just because we've been having...

family problems. My grandmother, she passed away.

Go to the counselor, Tracy. She'll talk to your mom.

Now.

-(kids laughing) -TEACHER: Knock it off, you guys.

Fuck!

(sniffs) So, um,

you just wanna go to the boardwalk and sell some shit?

I can't. Um, I'm late for my biology actually,

and we're doing a play, and... I'm a mermaid.

I can't even remember how to spell "photographer."

-Where are we going, Mel? -(turn signal clicking)

Brooke. Wow.

-I've been calling for two weeks. -All right, sweetie.

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

I just... didn't want you to see me like this.

(mumbling) Mel, my ear--

What?

They cut off my ears.

Okay, girls. Please go out to the car, okay? Please.

Please, go out to the car.

I had that little kind of turkey neck thing, you know?

I mean, all of a sudden I had a kid to support. I mean, fuck.

Y-You had-- You had plastic surgery?

Mmm.

-Why? You were so pretty. -Evie knows what I'm talking about.

You know that little kind of flap thing that was in the pictures?

Oh, my ears hurt so bad. Look.

-Is this, like, a standard procedure? -Yeah, I guess.

I mean, you know, they had to tuck the skin somewhere, I guess.

It's just...

I didn't realize they'd have to do the whole, you know,

fuckin' crop circle.

So everything's okay, then?

Yeah.

Oh, sorry.

-It's okay. -Excuse me.

Oh, God, I'm a mess.

Oh, dear.

-Can I get you a beer? -No, that's okay. We're gonna split.

So, Evie,

we'll bring your suitcase over later, okay?

-So you're not gonna adopt me, Mel? -(dishes clattering)

Evie, I mean,

Brooke's back, so--

(crying continues)

BOY: Hi.

GIRL: Hey, Trace.

(chattering)

Hey, girlies. Astrid, Medina.

-EVIE: Hey, baby! -(car stereo: loud rap)

Ladies!

Let's go, ladies! Whoo!

-(rap music continues) -EVIE: Whoo!

(girls screaming)

(fades)

(Tracy's voice) Evie. Evie, that was hilarious. Now come pick me up.

It's Tracy.

Ev--Can you hear me?

(sighs) Mason, would you hurry it up?

MASON: Just a minute!

God, what the hell? Are you jacking off in there?

-Fuck off. -Tracy, I'm with a client. Work mode.

Mom, I told you that I was having a bad day.

I can't fucking wait till you move to Dad's.

What the hell did you say?

Nothing.

It's just something I heard Mom and Dad talking about, okay?

Forget it.

(gasps, exhales)

-(panting) -(knocking on door)

Hang on a minute!

-MEL: Hey, Tracy. -Okay. Hang on!

-You's nasty. -Yvette.

-I heard that you got used. -What? By who?

By Conrad, on the stairs at Nona's party.

Shit never happened, but believe whatever the fuck you want.

That's not what Evie said. You fucking lying?

Bitch, you better not

-ever touch me again. -MAN: Hey!

-WOMAN: Stop! -This shit ain't over.

Stop it! Hey, come back here!

WOMAN: You've made "F's" on your last three tests

and you haven't turned in any homework.

On that basis alone, you're gonna fail.

You'll be held back in seventh grade.

What?

-They can hold me back? -Yes, they can hold you back.

Tracy, your name was brought up in impact group today.

-(bell ringing) -Evie Zamora turned in your fake I.D.,

and then there's the matter of cheating in your math class.

You were one of my best students.

Tracy, Your poem at the beginning of the year

was one of the most incredible I've ever read.

I'm sorry.

Hey, Tracy. Your mom sent me to pick you up.

What's going on? I'm supposed to be studying at Yumi's house.

I don't think so.

Come on. Hop in.

You'll be okay.

Hey, Evie.

Brooke.

You healed up great.

Sit down.

-I have to go to the bathroom. -Leave your purse.

Fine.

Tracy.

What the hell?

They found my stash, and I had to tell them.

I love you, okay?

You're my girl. Remember that.

I love you.

Come on. Let's go.

-Tracy. -What?

None of that shit's mine.

(whispers) We found it.

What? Speak up, Mama, 'cause I can't hear you!

Do not talk to your mother like that.

She said, "We found it," stashed around your bedroom,

all your little hiding spots.

Jesus, Evie.

-I had to. You don't get it. -Oh, no, I get it.

Who the fuck do you think you are, going in my room?

You're lucky I got there before the cops did, honey.

Hey, I'm just trying to help you, sweetie.

How do you explain $860 in your purse?

What do you expect me to say, Mom?

We jacked it, okay?

It's not like your broke ass ever has any money to give me.

Mom, when Brady went to the halfway house,

what happened to our phone, our cable?

You didn't even know how to pay the bills.

It's no wonder Dad didn't want to be with you!

You didn't even finish high school!

We don't have extra stuff, but we're doing okay, Tracy.

You know we're doing okay.

You don't have to steal.

Mom, you knew what was going on with all those clothes and shit!

You're not that dumb, are you?

I didn't know it went that far!

(sobs) Oh, God!

We'll be moving up to Ojai, so you won't be seeing Evie again.

Ever.

You're really cruel, Tracy.

I mean, I'm sure you can be a sweet kid when you want to,

but right now you're a really bad influence.

I mean, you cheat, you lie, you steal.

Oh, my God! Are you kidding me?

Where do you think I learned all this shit from?

Tracy was playing Barbies before she met Evie.

Did she teach you how to beat the crap out of her as well?

Don't even start with me. I've seen the bruises.

What the hell did you tell her, Evie?

Come here. What about this?

-What the fuck? We were just goofing. -Tracy didn't hit her.

-Yes, she did! -I don't believe this shit!

She hit me too!

-Look at this, Mel. -Don't you dare! No! Please!

-Get your hands off her. -See? She cuts.

(Tracy sobbing)

It's none of your business, you fucking Frankenstein!

Oh, no, this child is my business, you little cunt.

That's enough. You need to get out.

-Honey, come on. -Get out!

Who would want to be in this shit hole anyway?

It fucking stinks in here, Mel!

Oh, no, Mom!

Get off of me. I hate you!

-Stop! -(door closes)

I love you and your brother more than anything in the world,

and I'll die for you, but I won't leave you alone right now.

Mason said you wanted me to move in with Dad!

You don't want me! You don't want me!

I want your dad to be in your life more.

I want you here with me.

You're my heart.

I'll make it right.

It can never be right.

-Get off me. -No.

Get off. Mom, please!

Don't hold me! Don't!

Stop!

-Mom, don't! -(sobbing continues)

Don't! Please.

No. No.

No. God.

Stop.

Stop.

Mom.

(sniffles)

Mom.

(crying) Don't.

Oh, God.

(screaming)

♪ Head ♪

♪ Underwater ♪

♪ Keeps getting hotter ♪

♪ Give 'em your medicine ♪

♪ Fame ♪

♪ Injection ♪

♪ Tell 'em to jump higher ♪

♪ Tell 'em to run farther ♪

♪ Make 'em measure up ♪

♪ Decades longer than you ♪

♪ Piece it together ♪

♪ It's like weather ♪

♪ Watch him travel ♪

♪ Kiss the gravel ♪

♪ Tell 'em to jump higher ♪

♪ Tell 'em to run farther ♪

♪ Make 'em measure up ♪

♪ Ten times longer than you ♪

♪ Ever should ♪

♪ You never could ♪

♪ Explain them to me ♪

♪ Explain them to me ♪

♪ They've clipped my wings again ♪

♪ Tore them apart and then ♪

♪ Left me ♪

♪ No use to fly away ♪

♪ To my yesterday ♪

♪ Of freedom ♪

♪ My eyes died back that day ♪

♪ Seeing the hurt I may have done ♪

♪ Beat me instead of them ♪

♪ He was my only Zen of fun ♪

♪ I'll go where secrets are sold ♪

♪ Where roses unfold ♪

♪ I'll sleep as time rolls by ♪

♪ So hurting here is where I belong ♪

♪ Dreaming a song, blood on my hand ♪

♪ Stay strong ♪

♪ The flowers in the graveyard are all gone ♪

♪ I don't belong, there is no wine to give her ♪

♪ Promises, sun hot ♪

♪ Feeling like you're gonna die ♪

♪ I can't grow up and don't think I even wanna try ♪

♪ You still can't make me cry ♪

♪ You've pinned this butterfly down ♪

♪ My fire's burning out ♪

♪ Kill my flame without a frown ♪

♪ And starving hurts the soul ♪

♪ When you're hungry for some love ♪

♪ So if I close my eyes ♪

♪ I can really fly above ♪

♪ And I'll go where secrets are sold ♪

♪ Where roses unfold ♪

♪ I'll sleep as time goes by ♪

♪ So hurting here is where I belong ♪

♪ Dreaming a song, blood on my hand ♪

♪ Stay strong ♪