For a walk.
Grant. Baby.
I...
(SINGING)
Yeah. Hit me again there, killer.
Megan Montgomery's little sister.
- You're kidding me.
- Nope.
Brenda.
My sister, Megan, she was a big fat old cow,
and I'd be thinking,
"What does he see in her that ain't in me?"
Shit, come on now.
- You couldn't have been more than 10 or 11.
- Hell, I was game.
(BRENDA AND GRANT LAUGHING)
GRANT: I'll give you a ride, then.
BRENDA: All right, come on.
Yee-haw! Giddyup.
(BRENDA LAUGHING)
- Come on.
- Where we going, girl?
- Come on, you.
- Where we going?
Get over here.
What'd I tell you?
I had a crush on you.
Will you look at that? Your initials, "B.M."
- Like a piece of shit.
- Oh, shut up.
At least I don't got
the same last name as the first.
- Oh, you're nothing but a little turd, girl.
- Oh, stop!
- Stop, yourself.
- Stop.
(BOTH GROANING)
Wait. Wait, wait.
- Oh, Grant.
- Oh, God. You gotta stop.
I can't.
Starla.
She gets real worried about me
if I'm out too late.
I'm sorry. I gotta go. I...
Starla. Yeah, shit. Go.
What is it?
I don't know.
(EXCLAIMING)
There's a trail.
(BRENDA EXCLAIMING DISGUSTEDLY)
Oh. Oh, that's gross.
(RATTLING)
- Come on.
- Oh...
Come on. Grant.
- Come on.
- Wait, wait, wait.
(GASPS)
(RATTLING)
What the fuck?
(SCREAMING)
God dog it!
(SCREAMING)
Oh, God.
Grant.
(GRANT GROANING)
Grant?
Grant.
Grant.
(BRENDA SCREAMING)
Grant, are you okay?
Grant.
You okay?
Meat.
(ALARM BUZZING)
(RADIO PLAYING
EVERY WOMAN IN THE WORLD)
Good morning, baby.
We haven't heard this song for a while.
I was hoping it could be a peace pipe.
I'm sorry about last night.
I don't mean to push you away.
Or make you feel rejected.
I do want to be a good wife.
You're crying.
Baby.
Baby, what's this?
It's just a little bug bite.
(HUMMING)
What are you so smiley about?
Nothing.
Grant and I had a good morning.
And it's been a while.
- Oh, you slut.
- Janene.
(JANENE LAUGHING)
Quiet.
You're a married woman.
It's Grant.
I don't know, he's like...
It was like he was discovering
all these different parts of my body.
You know, like a little boy or something.
I'm telling you, this morning
I sensed a real change in Grant.
Meat.
Meat. Meat.
- Howdy, Mr. Grant.
- Oh, hey there, killer.
- What can I do you for?
- Give me a couple of your rib eyes.
- How many you need?
- Eight.
Know what? 10.
No, no, no. You know what?
Give me 14.
Having a party?
Yeah, yeah, something like that. Yeah.
It's a little surprise for the wife.
Grant. What's this lock doing on the door?
Baby, you drilled right into the frame.
It's all busted up.
Sugarplum, you really think
you should be asking so many questions
- when it's so close to your birthday?
- My birthday's not for two months.
- That's close.
- Not really.
Matter of opinion.
(DOG BARKING)
(DOG WHIMPERING)
STARLA: Grant, I'm jumping in the shower.
Baby, we need to leave in 40 minutes.
(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)
What are you doing?
Nothing. I gotta...
I gotta go to work. I left something at work.
What? Grant, Deer Cheer starts
in about an hour, and you promised me.
Gotta go! Gotta go to work.
I'll meet you there!
(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)
I will never understand
what joy a grown man gets
using a $1,000 weapon
to blow the face off a cute little deer.
Yeah.
Surprised you're able to lift a mug,
you've been carrying that torch for so long.
Oh, that reminds me
of something I want to tell you.
- What's that?
- Fuck you, fat ass.
MAN: (ON TV) Melvin, clean up the toilets.
It stinks over here.
Okay, I'll be right there.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Look what you did, you fucking asshole!
Grant.
Damn, girl.
You are chocolate for the eyes.
I thought maybe you was dead
after the other night.
I am dead. Don't I look it?
The old half-Mexican around?
At his mama's for the weekend. I'm all alone.
Besides this one.
Hey.
- Hi.
- Scared you?
Hey, Bill.
- What you doing?
- Oh,