Annie!
- Annie!
- Jeanie!
Jeanie! It's Jeanie!
Come on! Cet in the car!
I'm walking my dog!
On Hollywood Boulevard?
I just found him!
This is Loser's belt.
Just get in the car, OK?
Baby, move it, will you?
You talking to me?
No, creep, you ain't my baby.
You don't talk
to my woman like that.
Just move it, will you, friend?
I ain't your friend.
You're busting my asshole,
asshole.
Come on! Cet in!
Jeanie!
You're on probation,
you dumb shit.
You're supposed to stay out
of Hollywood.
Loser was taking me home.
Stay away from Loser!
He's in a street club.
I just wanted to get home
and see my mom...
before my dad gets there.
He wants to put you
in a hospital.
- Ahospital?
- For severe maniacs.
He can't do that.
Oh, he can't?
I'm totally freaked.
Do you see your dad's car?
- Nope.
- What about your mom's?
She doesn't have a car.
OK.
Oh, man.
We were going to call,
Mrs. Mallick.
My mom was going to call.
Mom wants to know if...
Annie can stay at our house
for a couple days...
if that's OK with you.
Just so long as her dad
doesn't come along...
with a straitjacket
or something.
If you wouldn't tell him
where she is...
I'd really appreciate it.
I don't tell the man nothing.
I can't feel sorry for my mom...
not when she takes shit
from my dad.
Is this what
you call barbecue flavor?
Hold on.
Let's check this out.
Here.
Cross!
You know,
he's not really my dad.
Since when?
- It's true.
- No kidding?
Remember the flower children
that used to do acid?
I was eleven.
I dropped acid,
and it all came out.
That guy, the cop,
he ain't my dad.
I saw my real dad.
No shit.
- What'd he look like?
- Really cool.
A cross between Cary Crant
and the Mighty Thor.
He was a motorcross biker.
I don't see
Cary Crant on a bike.
He was.
He was so beautiful.
You're crazy.
Uh-oh. Hot breath.
OK, cool it.
Will you just shine him?
Is that all you're eating?
Would you girls
kindly talk to each other?
What's wrong with her?
What's always wrong with her?
Please.
Forty-one cents, please.
- She's paying for it.
- All of this?
This OK?
That'll be fine. Thank you.
Thank you, Creg.
- Huh?
- Greg.
Oh, yeah! Creg.
Stick the goodies
in the goodie bag.
I want to get out alive.
Just as long as it's not
someplace in the Valley.
Someplace in the hills
with avocado trees everywhere...
a really great sound system...
as long as
the neighbors don't complain.
I don't know
what I'd tell my mom.
Tell her with all the money
she's getting for alimony...
She doesn't get alimony
since she married Franklin.
- She gets child support.
- I guess.
You're the child, dummy.
It belongs to you.
What about me?
My folks are still together.
Maybe they're about to break up.
Cod, Annie, don't say that.
Tell her
you need a family unit...
because you haven't got
a family unit right now.
No. Franklin isn't exactly
a family unit.
I don't want you going through
this big number for me.
What number?
Moving out.
Finding a place of our own.
It's not just for you.
My mother would love it.
She's always talking about
how she's such a young woman.
Cod, my folks,
I don't know what they'd say.
They never think
that I should do anything.
Tell them you're spending
all your time at my house.
They make me feel so juvenile.
I hate it.
Hello.
May I speak with Creg, please?
It's an emergency.
I'm calling from the hospital.
No, but pretty serious.
Not really, but pretty.
Cod, I look like shit.
I know you don't remember me...
but I was in your store today.
Huh? Deirdre Thompkins.
I bought this little
container of yogurt.
I was thinking someplace
with two windows on either side.
That was Mexican lace.
One in the morning
where I could write.
One in the afternoon
where I could paint.
I'm surprised you remember.
Jeanie, do you think
we could do that?
I don't know.
I got to ask my dad.
If I tell my mother
about the child support...
she'll just freak.
I have.