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for maybe like a week or maybe even more.

ANSWERING MACHINE: Hey, this is Dale. Leave a message... or don't.

Twelve-steps therapy, all of it.

Mom, you suck. You totally suck.

You look like shit. You should really chill.

- He's gonna take good care of you, all right? - Thank you.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Medicaid pays for three nights.

COACH: Did you know that

It's the alarm.

Can you make a right up here?

[MOLLY SHIVERING]

whenever she's around. Have you noticed that?

How am I supposed to get better

If now's a bad time,

Oh, and he has a girlfriend.

It's always what she said since she was a teenager.

I'm not your fucking punching bag!

No. I'll pick you up in three days.

I said I can't keep pills at the house.

- Uh, boom! You got got. - Oh... no.

Why am I freaking out?

She warned me at the clinic.

- After that, you're on your own. - Mm-hmm.

We'll pick up tampons on the way. Okay?

Yeah. Tough neighborhood.

And even after all, I put you through,

your grandmother's.

Just get in the car!

Or any job skills or a dollar to my name.

Because maybe, the moment her father's sperm reached your egg,

I'm not going to let myself stab it into my chest.

The blue Caribbean and the pearl green...

- [GRUNTS] - But, ma'am, she has to sign herself.

You should do four more to be safe.

You're not gonna do that because the kids will end up in foster care.

so why don't you kiss my ass?

You think I fucking give a shit?

make her tummy hurt.

- Greg, that's my mom. Stop! - What? What?

I should call the police on him right now.

No. How could I possibly forget it?

Oh, my God. You look good.

It's just that, uh...

Is it fucking safe? Oh, God.

I can get the shot.

I don't know, but we shouldn't laugh.

SEAN: You all right?

I moved over to Lincoln last year.

Beds open up every day.

Look, I, I am not going to make it to Monday if I stay here.

Why not? That'd make me feel good.

- All right. - Ah...

The way it is for kids,

[GROANING, CRYING]

and I can do that here. [CRYING]

You know, I do not do well when I'm left on my own

- I am not grumpy. - He farts a lot.

Do I have to spell it out for you?

- Bye, baby. - CHLOE: Bye.

How are the kids?