What? What the... What happened to your head? Wh... what the fuck?
You have no idea how good this feels. We should shave our head every fucking summer. What? I-- Wait.
Okay. First of all, why was there a hooker's tit in my baby's mouth?
All right, with the hooker. It's Svetlana. And we ran out of formula, so we had to improvise.
You coulda called me. I would've brought you some formula. Or maybe she coulda went out and got some.
God didn't make formula, Veronica. God made boobs for a reason.
Hey. What's going-- Oh shit. Kev.
DebbieHey, Fiona. Hey, V.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Debbie? What the fuck? Did you do this?
Know what? I think it's time for baby's nap. Okay, excuse me. Okay, bye-bye.
What happened to your hair?
If it was lice again, I could have washed it.
No, no, it was hot. And the kids were pulling on it.
I loved that hair. That-- that was my hair, Kev. I... How could you do this? How could he do this?
V, it's just hair. It'll grow back.
You fed our baby hooker's milk and you shaved your head.
Okay, okay, let's go, okay. We're just going to go. Let's go dance. Come on, let's go to the bar.
It's just a fucking haircut.
Keep telling yourself that. Come on, let's go. See you, Kev.
...
[Ian, Mickey and two friends are watching behind a door]
PPastor
Mandy, you sweet, sweet girl. It's still a sin of the flesh.
But God wants my mouth on you. He wants you to feel his love through me. Look away, Pastor. I don't want you to see me sinning. I don't want you to think less of me.
PPastor
But God granted you such beauty, Mandy.
But if you don't watch, then I can pretend I'm praying.
[A friend has taken Mandy's place and is fellating the pastor]
PPastor
[Moans in pleasure] Yes.
[Mickey, Ian and a friend are all filming and taking pictures, with camera lights flashing]
PPastor
What-- what is this?
PPastor
Yes. Really fast. What are you doing?
Yes. Oh, I'm Tweeting. Facebook too. And done. So what are you going to tell the press, Pastor? That you thought you were getting blown by a teenage girl? Or by God himself?
...
Debbie
It's just a haircut. Why is everyone freaking out?
It's not just a haircut. It's you... you look like...
Debbie
What? I look like a what?
Whoa, you look like a hooker.
Debbie
You think?
That is not a compliment, Debbie.
Debbie
From Carl?
Totally is. Hookers are hot.
Debbie
See?
Debbie. You're a smart girl. What are you doing hanging out with whores?
Debbie
I don't know. You're a smart girl. Why are you on probation for drugs?
Your friends still aren't talking to you?
Debbie
What friends?
You know, your haircut actually looks pretty cute. But you're gonna have to take that makeup down by at least half.
Debbie
Fine.
What are you doing right now? You want to come and see a band with me?
Debbie
Yeah.
More of a tradesman, actually.
Wow. Looks and smarts? Did I get lucky tonight or what? And I like your jacket. It's very classy.
...
Hey! It ain't quitting time yet, College!
Look, uh, do we get paid for the holiday on Monday? What? You know, it's the fourth? Of July? It's, you know, America's birthday. It's the birth of democracy. Yeah, I know what the fourth of July is, smart-ass. No. None of the holidays. Not the tree one, the president one, the war one, and definitely not the one for the blacks. This ain't the post office.
I-I think I tweaked my back.
You're not gunning for workman's comp, are you, kid?
Good. 'Cause the "comp" stands for competition from the Mexicans who all want your job. So man up, or you're gonna be on permanent unpaid holiday.
...
Debbie
Um, What's wrong?
MMatty
Last night, did we, um.
Debbie
I know. It was wonderful.
MMatty
So that did happen?
Debbie
Yeah You don't remember?
MMatty
I was, I was plastered.
Debbie
But you had a... Your thing...
MMatty
No, Debbie, that's biology. That's not consent. [Sighs]
Debbie
I thought it meant you wanted to.
MMatty
Did I say I wanted to? Not exactly. Debbie, I was barely conscious, okay? You date-raped me.
Debbie
We were on a date?
MMatty
No, Debbie, you statutory-raped yourself. I could go to jail.
Debbie
I don't understand.
MMatty
Friends don't rape friends.
Debbie
I-I didn't mean to rape you. I'm sorry.
[Matty walks away]
[Mickey is playing an electric guitar in his bedroom wearing nothing, facing the doorway and has a severe bruise on his right side face]
Debbie
What happened to your face?
Nothing.What the fuck do you want?
Debbie
Can you help me get these drugs?
Iggy! Iggy! Can you get that shit? [Throws bag of empty prescription bottles to Iggy]
IIggy
Who the fuck gets high on lithium?
IIggy
So? So I can't get 'em. I can get you crack, crystal, horse, E. But this shit, no. There's no market for it.
I'll take some fucking crack.
[Mickey is silent and motionless. Iggy walks away.]
Debbie
When are you gonna come by to see Ian? He's been home all day. Maybe if you were there-- [Mickey Belches] Did you guys break up or something? Because I'm pretty sure he didn't mean to kidnap your baby.
I'm fucking busy, Peppermint Patty. Go whine at someone who gives a shit. [Debbie walks over to sound system and turns it off]
Debbie
Frank used to drink like this. When Monica was around and they would fight, he would angry drink. It never worked. He always came back to her. You can't drink him away, Mickey. It won't work.
[Fiona walks into Debbie's bedroom with Derek who promptly leaves]
Debbie
What are you doing coming into my room without knocking?
Debbie
We weren't doing anything.
Well, why is Derek in his underwear?
Debbie
He's spending the night.
Debbie
Yes, he is.
Debbie
What do you mean?
My dad would kill me, okay? I'll see you at school tomorrow. Sorry, Miss Gallagher. Don't embarrass me like that.
You can't have a boy in your bed!
Debbie
Why not? You do!
Debbie
I'm pregnant!
No you're not. No you're not.
Debbie
I love him!
Debbie
We're gonna get married.
Debbie
Derek's mom got pregnant when she was six months older than me, and they've been together 20 years.
What are you talking about?!
Debbie
I love him, and we're gonna get married, and we're gonna have a lot of babies, and we're gonna be happy!
Oh, for fuck's sake, Deb!
Debbie
Why won't you ever let me be happy?!
Debbie
I'm not a kid!
Debbie
It's my body, my decision.
You're just a kid if you're willing to make a decision that could ruin the rest of your life with a boy you barely know.
Debbie
You married a guy you barely even know!
Debbie
Oh, or do you still love Jimmy or maybe Sean or some other cute guy you run into on the street?
Okay, okay. Hey. Don't do this. Please. Don't have a baby. It's a mistake.
Debbie
I know who I love, and I know what I want... even if you don't.
I... I want to light a candle for Bianca at the foot of the blessed.
I hope someday you two have the precious gift of feeling what I felt for that beautiful young woman... [sobs]... and then to have that love stolen cruelly from you by a pitiless God, and then maybe, just maybe, you'll remember this day and your father's anguish and you'll be ashamed of the lack of compassion you showed him in his time of need. I love you, my little brown banana.
I don't know how much more of that I can take before I stab him in the neck with a broken beer bottle. What are you smiling about?
Debbie
I'm happy. Can't I be happy?
No, not about this. There's absolutely no reason to be happy about this.
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