everybody loves me.

If we leave, I’m never coming back here again.

Okay.

In a few years, we can come back if you want to. Maybe when the kid doesn’t have the defenses of a potato.

What the fuck am I supposed to do in Seattle?

We’ll start over. You can... go to school, or become a fashion designer, or stay at home with the kid all day. You can do whatever you want.

Don’t yell at me!

You don’t get to avoid this by claiming hormones and crying! Your sister -- who can take care of herself, and has made an informed, adult decision to stay here -- or that baby, who doesn’t know what the fuck an adult is. Do you support your sister, or save the life of your child? You don’t get both, you don’t get to cry, and you don’t get to close your eyes and pretend this isn’t happening! You have to choose!

I don’t know if I can do it…last time…she’s all the family I have left.

That kid is your family! Are you really telling me you’re going to put your unborn kid’s life in danger for the sister who didn’t give a shit about you for years?

What about Larissa? Her daughter? They’re not going to leave and I don’t think I could really leave her…

Larissa’s bossy, and kind of a bitch, and I’m pretty sure she hates me. The kid’ll be fine, she’s gotten this far.

Who kills babies? What the fuck am I…are we…supposed to do?

What do you think about Seattle? Hipster computer programmers are my people. And I’m pretty sure everyone there is too stoned to go around stabbing pregnant women.

I’m gonna sound like a really shitty person right now, but... better her than you.

Make sure that freakishly tall, skinny cop makes it into that magical group. Whenever we happen to be at the shooting range together, he tries to show off and shoots my target instead of his. So now it’s time for me to make-up for my lost practice.

Your wish is my command, milady. The hunt begins at sunrise.

Surprise me. Better yet, make it a scavenger hunt, I need a challenge.

Oooh, scavenger hunt it is!

Oh my god, yes! I knew there was a reason I should keep you around.

Where do you want ‘em? Warehouse? The park? LACMA?

If they do, can I take them out? I promise not to hit you even if you get in the way.

Do you want some cops for target practice? Because I can totally make that happen.

I’m so bored

I’m literally considering letting the cops arrest me. Again. That is how bored I am.

I let you live here. Finding someone to pay my rent has never been an issue in the past.

Finding someone to put up with your bullshit is gonna be way harder now that you’ve got a bowling ball stapled to your stomach.

I have a child inside of me Jackson Andrew Prescott. I will kill you if you call me fat one more time.

You can’t kill me. I’m paying your rent.

All of the flavours. Clear the shelves, Jackie. I want everything.

Holy shit, no wonder you’re fat. I’m taking your credit card because I’m not fucking paying for it.