she's not smart, but thanks for playing.
I'm actually kind of bummed out that I lost.
So, what is it?
Turns out she agreed to marry some schmuck from a country
she's not sure how to pronounce, so he could get his green card.
No, for $10,000.
She spent the rest on, and I quote, "Fun stuff."
So, now I have a son-in-law?
Oh, no, no, she didn't marry poor Makhmud.
She took his money and his innocence.
making bad decisions for three generations.
I mean, you make peace with the fact
that your kid may not be the best person in the world,
但如果你发现她偷窃 欺骗 撒谎
but what do you do when you find out she steals, cheats, lies
and spreads disease like a plague rat?
if you're not particularly bright,
you bring her home and share cutlery.
What choice did I have? I'm her mother.
I'm responsible for the way she turned out.
Yeah, I'll tell you what your problem is:
you're too soft on her.
You got to lay down the law.
These words stick in my throat like a chicken bone,
but Bonnie's right.
Wait, what did I say?
Because now I'm starting to doubt myself.
Your daughter's 21.
At what point is she responsible for her own life?
- Yeah, but she never... u202d- No buts.
You got to tell her as soon as she's feeling better,
she has to get a job and pay the green card guy back.
Damn straight, Marjorie.
Hold up, what is happening?
It's weirding me out, too.
How can I be hard on her? I was drunk most of her life.
She had to take care of herself, she had to take care of Roscoe.
Hell, half the time she had to take care of me.
But you're sober now.
And believe it or not, you're a good mom.
You can handle it.
How about this?
How about I start drinking and drugging again?
And how does that help Violet?
It doesn't, but I won't give a rat's ass.
Sorry, you don't get to take the easy way out.
You got to suck it up and do your best.
是啊 伪装直到成真 击掌
Yeah, fake it till you make it. Up top.
Let's share some pudding.
And just like that, you ruined it.
What if I tell her what to do and she says no?
Then you tell her to hit the bricks, cut her loose,
it's your way or the highway.
Do you have any advice that doesn't sound like
a John Cougar Mellencamp song?
You kick her out. It's that simple.
You know, I didn't want to say anything in front of Marjorie,
but I do know why this is hard for you.
It took me a long time to get over my guilt
about how I raised you.
Really? You're over that?
- Yep. - Well, I don't know how to break this to you,
but you shouldn't be.
Too bad. I am.
No, no, no, you've accumulated a level of guilt
that should never be gotten over.
Hey, I'm not saying it happened overnight.
It took months.
Years of neglect, and it took you months?
You know what? I would prefer if you not compare yourself to me anymore.
One of us has dealt with her issues and grown.
Hint, it's me.
Oh, my God!
Do you hear yourself?
You should feel guilty about Violet, too,
'cause you messed me up, which messed her up,
so it all comes back to you!
You're... Johnny Apple-Guilt!
Dealt with that one, too. Over it.
- What? u202d- You heard me.
You want to see some tough love? Walk home.
We're right in front of our building.
It's the principle. Get out!
See you in a minute.
And it's been a pattern your whole life.
You let that idiot Luke knock you up in high school.
You gave up the baby so you could go to college,
then dropped out so you could sabotage
some poor busboy's American dream.
Do you know how many wives ten grand could've bought him in Uzbekistan?
- But, Mom... - No!
I did it.
Oh, I heard.
- I was tough. - You were tough.
- Ballsy. - Big swingin' ballsy.
I laid down the law.
I told her,
"As soon as you're on your feet,
"You're getting a job and paying Makhmud back.
And if not, you're out of here"
Again, I heard.
And you know something?
It feels good.
And now it feels bad.
Don't fall for it.
Those sobs are the sound of good parenting.
You're right, I am a good parent.
You sure are.
Where you going?
- To comfort Violet. u202d- What?
I'm a grandparent, it's a whole different ball game.
- Hey. You're looking better. - I feel better.
Better enough to start looking for a job?