Jill, you're a seven, right?
If I'm a seven, you're a four.
I meant your shoe size.
Oh. In that case, yes.
And sorry for snappin' at ya.
When you have your hair down and gloss those lips,
you're a solid six.
I was just hoping to borrow some cowboy boots.
She's got a date with a hillbilly.
He's not a hillbilly.
He's taking you country line dancing,
so he's a hillbilly from the early '90s.
Hey, it's still cool to line dance.
I take a line dance aerobics class.
And who's cooler than Marjorie?
I've got a date with a coordinated man who has a penis.
I'd do the polka, if that's what it took.
Do you even have a clue how to line dance?
Yeah. You wear cute boots and dance in a line.
Oh, I did not just hear that.
You are gonna lose that fella to a gal who knows
how to tush push you right out of a two wall formation change.
A two wall what?
好了 排好队 女士们
All right. Line up, ladies.
Let's show Christy a little country heat.
Shouldn't we stretch first?
I got to tinkle.
No, no time.
The Gamblers Anonymous people will be here any minute,
and I owe one of them a couple hundred dollars.
Okay, now, this is your basic step.
Follow my lead.
Five, six. Five, six, seven, eight.
Step, back, side, touch. Step, back, side, touch.
Kick ball change, twist, twist...
Oh, dear Lord, how were you ever a stripper?
You put glitter on your boobs and Def Leppard's playing.
Nobody's looking at your feet.
Yeah, this is she.
Okay, well, thanks for calling.
Who was that?
Uh, some lawyer. My mother's dead.
Kick ball change...
You doin' all right?
we're your friends.
Knock, knock, let us in.
What? You mean my mother?
I barely knew the woman. I'm fine.
I wish this was a true medium rare, but I'm fine.
You're not sad that she died?
No, but you seem to be snottin' it up pretty good.
Okay, I got a little more information.
She was in the hospital, she didn't suffer,
she went quick.
Not quick enough.
And her landlord wants everything out of the apartment.
So I guess we're going to San Francisco.
- Pass. - Pass?
They can dump her stuff in the bay, for all I care.
You don't want to find out what happens at three!
This is all very fresh.
But when you have a little distance,
you might regret not going and getting some closure.
Might help you get rid of some of that anger.
- What anger? - But it's your...
Do not say mother!
A mother is someone who sticks around, day in, day out,
and pays the price, like I did with her.
- Well, you didn't exactly... - Not the time.
Her mother just died, her burger's not pink in the middle,
and she's about to punch Wendy.
And I was so hoping you'd come downstairs
so we could have a deep, life-affirming talk about it.
Kiss my ass.
You know, you might not care that you lost your mother,
but I lost my grandmother.
If I kiss your ass, will you leave me alone?
You do understand we're never gonna see this woman again.
And you understand we never saw her before.
Christy, if you and I
关系没有重新好起来 我死了 你会哀悼我吗
had never reconnected and I died, would you have mourned me?
Yes, I would have.
Oh, come on. Those years we weren't speaking,
did you even think about me at all?
- Really? - Yes.
You never called.
For 18 months, you didn't have phone privileges.
Give me one good reason why I should go to San Francisco
and rummage around that old woman's apartment.
And don't give me any of that emotional closure crap.
Maybe you could find some stuff to sell.
You should've led with that. I'm in.
Hello, Wendy's next birthday present.
Good new, we inherited a closet full of soap operas
还有录像机 听着 美国组装
and a VHS player that was-- get this-- built in America.
She liked soap operas.
I bet she watched them to fill her lonely life.
Oh, grow up, Bambi.
The only reason we're here is to find crap we can sell.
That's your reason.
I came here to learn about my grandmother.
Let me give you a thumbnail: she smoked Camels,
wore clogs, and gave away her daughter.
Hey, Cranky, I think you need to eat.
Maybe there's something in the fridge.
Yeah, probably a six-pack of Ensure and some radishes.
Ooh, even better, a shriveled lemon and some batteries.
Aw, she liked lemons.
Probably to put in the tea that she drank
while she watched her stories.
Why can't this be like in the movies,
where I wear a black suit and a veil
and pretend to cry into a hanky while a lawyer hands me a check,