Hurry up! We have to go!
I'm sorry. I wanted to wear my Eagles T-shirt.
I can't find it anywhere.
Come on, you know it looks better with boobs in it.
Well, you could say that about anything.
Are you okay?
I am very, very sick.
Well, off to serve people food.
Honey, you look like you're in The Addams Family.
But I put on lip gloss.
Was it gray?
I think you have a fever.
I gave lap dances when I had chicken pox,
我能挺住 不 我挺不住
I can power through this-- no, I can't. Oh.
She's gonna be okay, right?
Are you gonna be okay?
好 爱你 祝你愉快
Okay. Love you. Have fun.
I mean, bye.
You're gonna stretch my shirt out in a weird way.
Yeah, like you did with my thong?
That was a joke. That was funny.
Then in '80, I saw The Long Run tour.
That was the first album Timothy B. Schmit was on.
People were freaking out, shouting, "Where's Randy?"
Then when Schmit came out and started singing
"I Can't Tell You Why," It was like
a hippie angel was ju-- You're not even listening
to my great Eagles story.
I'm sorry. I'm having this weird feeling.
A-Are-are you gonna throw up, too?
Oh, God, can you do it out the window?
I just had the van detailed.
It's not that. I keep picturing Christy alone
on the bathroom floor and I get sad.
Or is it worried?
Maybe I'm just hungry.
No, it's definitely an emotion.
Oh, my God.
I want to go home and take care of my daughter.
N-Now? We're almost to San Francisco.
I know the timing's not great, but I got to go back.
Do I got to go back?
What are you-- Are you suggesting I tuck
and roll out of the van and hitchhike home?
No. Actually, I was thinking that we could pull over at that diner
and-and I'd wait with you until an Uber came
and pay for your ride home.
Oh, that's reasonable, let's do that.
I skipped the concert
and rushed home to take care of you.
Now I'm hallucinating.
How does so much stuff come out of such a teeny person?
You're like a clown car.
I haven't had corn in weeks.
How does it do that?
Oh, boy, here it comes again.
Hair's up, let it rip.
I'm calling it. Time of empty: 3:17.
I can't believe, when I was drinking,
vomiting was a regular part of my day.
Yeah, mine, too.
和睡觉 吃饭 偷东西一样平常
It was like sleeping or eating or shoplifting.
I actually used to choose my drinks
based on how I thought they would taste
coming back up.
That's pretty much the only reason to drink créme de menthe.
Barf that up, you're minty fresh,
and go right back to making out.
You know what else I don't miss?
Having a dent in my forehead because I passed out
on a gas station toilet seat.
Gas station? La-di-da.
I remember throwing up in my own pants.
Aw. And it was such a shame
because you had just stolen them.
You want me to get you some water?
Uh, water feels risky.
But I think I'm ready to leave the bathroom.
All right, let's do this.
Lean on me. I got you.
Thanks. You're a good mom.
什么 抱歉 抱歉
What? Oh! Sorry, sorry.
I'm sorry. Oh, God.
It's just you've never said those words in that order without other really mean words in the middle.
Well, it's true.
This has been miserable,
but you found a way to make it kind of...
天啊 后退 后退
Oh, oh, boy. Go back, go back.
Go back, go back.
Maybe after you puke you can finish that compliment.
What? I'm in the middle of something.
Where are you? The meeting's about to start.
Christy's sick, so I stayed home to take care of her.
Why do you lie for no reason?
This is so much less stressful than stealing it
from a Days Inn.
What are you doing?
I thought you could watch from bed.
But we don't have a cable thing up here.
Huh. Back you go.
You know what you could do...
What? What could I do?
You could leave the TV, go get the DVD player,
and I could watch that.
A movie marathon of the two DVDs
we own coming up.
Dirty Dancing first,
then Sheena Easton's 7 Minute Stomach.
- You know what I want? - What?
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