okay?
Hi, Kylie, it's me.
Kylie, open the door, jellybean.
Come on, Kylie.
Open the door.
We love you, sweetheart.
Come on out now. Open the door.
Get away!
You all get away.
Kylie. Kylie, there's no excuse.
No excuse not to be with your family.
This is family fun day, isn't it, Kylie?
Y'all better just set back down.
You need to get some rest.
- You're sick!
- Meat.
Hey!
Let her go!
Y'all just take a step back now, all right?
There you go, sugarplum.
Why you choosing camps before you hear
- both sides of the story?
- Both sides of the story.
- Why are you talking like Grant?
- 'Cause I am Grant.
- I'm your husband.
- I'm your husband.
- You swore to honor and obey me.
- Obey me.
- So put that goddamn gun down.
- So put that goddamn gun down.
Oh, shit.
Get away from her!
It burns. What the...
- Get away from her!
- Meat.
Get away from her!
I am gonna shoot you, I swear to God!
You ain't gonna shoot me, Starla.
I told you, you always needed me
to protect you!
You for damn sure ain't got the balls to...
Christ on a cross.
Go. Go, go, go.
Uncle Grant's gonna
show you a good time, girlie.
Get out!
Open this door, you little whore!
Don't mess with me, you little slut.
Kylie.
This is your last chance.
Open this door now!
Come on, you spoiled brat!
No!
No!
You little bitch!
Hey!
What's going on?
What the hell are you doing?
Hey, hey, easy, easy, easy.
What the hell happened to you, Otis?
Poison ivy out back, maybe?
- We're itchy.
- We're itchy.
No, they're not my parents.
They're trying to trick you.
- Hey.
- The worms are in their brains.
All right, look,
y'all stay right there on the spot.
I'm gonna call the paramedics
to come help you.
And Kylie's gonna come with me.
Hey there, killer.
Starla's my woman, you prick.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Come on.
Damn it!
Come on, Kylie.
Hey, come on, come on.
Don't mess with me, little girl!
Hear me, girl?
What's with the spitting?
Margaret, come in.
Margaret? Margaret, are you there?
Chief, go! They're gonna get in. Go!
My friends are still out there... Trevor?
What the heck is going on?
My easygoing nature is getting
sorely fucking tested.
Bitch is hard-core.
Get in the car. Get in the car!
All right, yeah.
Go, go.
Go! Go! Go!
Starla!
- Starla! Starla!
- Starla! Starla!
Starla!
So,
how's everybody's evening? Good?
Good.
Thanks.
Shelby?
Shelby, you there?
Hey, Chief, how you doing?
Did you find that...
There's a skeeter in here
driving me bonkers.
Shelby, you seen any of these...
I don't know what to call them.
They're like big slugs, only they're fast.
Uh-uh.
No slugs.
But your mama called. She said,
"The toilet's all backed up again.
"Why don't you come over
soon as you're finished there?"
All right, sweetheart, listen.
I need you to listen to me
just for a second, okay?
She said it's what you done in there
on Sunday what caused the backup.
All right, listen. I need you to...
I need you to get the CDC
on the horn for me, okay?
Shelby, are you nodding?
Oh, yeah, sorry. I'll get you right back.
There's a big tree in her front yard
and the roots got in the pipes
and it messes with the whole system
on the way to the main.
She uses lots of paper.
Where is the Mr. Pibb?
I told your secretary to pack Mr. Pibb.
It's the only Coke I like.
Goddamn Brenda exploding
like a water balloon
and worms driving my friends around
like they're goddamn skin-cars.
People are spitting acid at me,
turning you into cottage cheese,
and now there's no fucking
goddamn Mr. Pibb!
Jesus Christ, Jack. Let me get right on it.
It was me.
I became it... Him.
- Part of him.
- Who?
Who?
Mrs. Grant's husband.
But it wasn't always him.
He came from...
- He's a goddamn Martian?
- Martians is from Mars, Jack.
Or it's a general term meaning
"outer space fucker."
- No, it isn't.
- Look it up, cocksucker.
Enough.
Kylie.
Honey.