:33:00
- How's the new house?
- It's an apartment, Mom.
:33:03
So, are you taking them
Saturday night?
:33:08
Whoa. That sounds like a big deal.
:33:12
Congratulations.
:33:14
- Why can't he take us?
- Well, sure, sure.
:33:17
He's our fucking father.
:33:18
- Um... Oh, baby, l...
- He's never with us.
:33:21
No, not... not you.
:33:23
You're going digital on me. Yeah.
:33:26
Uh, l-I'll talk to you later.
:33:28
-
- So we're not staying with him?
:33:31
Uh, he gets to go to
some black tie event.
:33:34
Hey.
:33:36
Something for...
Something for NASA.
:33:40
He's gonna try
to have brunch on Sunday.
:33:43
You get out, you.
Get out, you.
:33:45
Terrific. Then we might as well
be on the fucking moon.
:33:51
No. No.
:33:53
My mom will kill me.
:33:55
- She smokes.
- No shit. The same brand.
:33:58
No shit.
:34:04
Shh...
:34:10
-
- You want it so bad.
:34:13
Look what I got
from the tattoo shop.
:34:16
Let's do it right now.
:34:21
Sewing kit.
:34:26
This is probably gonna hurt
worse than your tongue.
:34:30
I don't give a shit.
Just do it.
:34:37
- Oh, fuck!
- What the fuck did you do?
:34:46
- Everything okay, Evie?
- Yeah, we just spilled a Coke, Mel.