- You don't remember me, do you? - Fuck you! Fuck...

Jose, she's here.

Did she find it?

Don't wave.

All right.

Mom, hurry up.

Mom!

- Riley! - She's back.

- Riley! - Just keep going.

I know you can hear me.

Honestly, I don't know what you were thinking.

Sorry, Peg. I said I was sorry.

This parking lot is where we set up.

Everybody knows that, from here to the Pottery Barn.

We have earned this spot because we sell

more Firefly Christmas baked cookies than anyone.

Maybe if you actually showed up to a Den Mother meeting, you'd know these...

Well, not all of us can sit around in our perfect little houses

south of the Boulevard, Peg.

Some of us have to work.