FEMALE SPEAKER: Since I was four years old my grandmother
drop-kicked me from beauty pageant to beauty pageant.
Glued my eyelids shut with the false lashes,
and curled my hair.
Those cigar curls, that filthy little Shirley Temple thing.
SUMMER: See?
Pretty.
You're a very pretty girl.
SHRILL VOICE: Fwum, fwum, here I come.
SUMMER: I don't need you.
SHRILL VOICE: You wook wike a swut, sweetie.
SUMMER: Leave me alone.
SHRILL VOICE: I told you you'd never amount to anything,
silly bitch.
[KISSING SOUND]
SUMMER: You're the one who gave up.
SHRILL VOICE: I made the best of my opportunities.
SUMMER: You made your way to this hell-hole when you'd
exhausted every weiner west of Omaha.
SHRILL VOICE: And wook at you!
A talk show, darling.
Weally?
Is this your legacy?
Draining what little money that hayseed you married makes
selling bowling balls to redneck rejects?
SUMMER: I love Hoyt.
He's supporting my dream.
SHRILL VOICE: Your dweam?
[LAUGHTER]
This is your dream?
Oh, wover, if you only knew how often I dropped to my
knees and prayed for your future.
SUMMER: I'm sure you spend a lot of time
on your knees, Mother.
I doubt how much of it involved prayer.
SHRILL VOICE: You ungrateful bitch!
SUMMER: Ungwateful?
Ungwateful?
I'll show you ungwateful!
SHRILL VOICE: Aaaah!
You're killing me!
SUMMER: Die, you bitch!
Die!
Die!
Die!
[KNOCKING]
MALE SPEAKER: Colin's out there.
Are you read?
SUMMER: I'll be wight there.
MALE SPEAKER: What?
SUMMER: I said I'll be right there.
MALE SPEAKER: You said "wight there." You said "wight." Oh,
god, Summer, this isn't starting again, is it?
SUMMER: Nothing is starting.
Go.
Go.
I'll be right out.
SHRILL VOICE: I wuv you, honey.
SUMMER: I wuv you too, Mommy.
MALE SPEAKER 2: Punish me!
Punish me!
FEMALE SPEAKER 2: Now you cannot have this back until
you learn to be just a little bit more careful and a little
bit more considerate.
Do you understand me?
MALE SPEAKER 3: Yes.
I'll try to be better.
