Prozac Nation

He doesn't pay one cent.
Not one single red cent!
That's not true.
Oh, you want me to show you?
Huh? You wanna see?

You want to see how much I'm paying,
still paying...

...on your last term bill? Huh?
Here. Here, look at these.
Look at these.

- There, look at that, Lizzie.
- I'm sorry, Mom.

You wanna see how much
I'm paying this Dr. Sterling?

I'm sorry.
No, you're not gonna
talk your way out of this.

Ask her who pays her!
You know, it's my fault,
for spoiling you the way I did.

I kill myself to get you to Harvard, and
you come back looking like a zombie.

I know. I'm sorry.
I'm so...
Why won't he?
- Why won't he?
- I know. I know, honey. I know.

I hate myself,
and I hate the things I do.

Lizzie, it's all right. It's all right.
It's awful. It's so awful.
And I hurt the people who love me.
But when he calls...
My God, a party?
And your stupid pear tart!
Why do you do this, Lizzie?
Because I'm not
your goddamn monkey!

I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean it.
I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it.