| (Street sounds; door opens; sounds of television, baby crying and Mother
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| In the kitchen)
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| MOTHER: Eh, back so soon? |
| You know, don’t you have a decent pair of pants
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| You can put on? |
| You look like a… a PIG walking in the street! |
| Your hands
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| Your face-filthy! |
| You disgust me! |
| I can’t believe you live in this house!
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| You repulse me. |
| I want to throw up! |
| (Phone rings) Goddamn kids!
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| (Door opens and closes)
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| MOTHER: Right! |
| Slam the door again on me! |
| You know, you’re just like your
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| Father! |
| (Voice becomes muffled; sound of answering machine tape rewinding)
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| BOSS: Yeah, I’m callin' 'em now… Hello? |
| Hello? |
| Pick up the phone! |
| Where
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| The fuck are you? |
| What’s the matter, you just decided not to come to work
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| Today? |
| What the fuck is wrong with you? |
| Ya fuckin' lowlife! |
| Hey, you know
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| What? |
| Don’t even bother coming in anymore. |
| I’ve had enough with you and
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| Your shit. |
| That’s it, you’re fired. |
| You understand me? |
| Fired. |
| Don’t come
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| Back here, fuck you, and goodbye. |
| (Silence on machine; sound of cigarette
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| Lighter; |
| beep)
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| MRS. |
| GLICKER: Hello, this is Mrs. Glicker. |
| I’m calling to reach you about
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| To let you know, that, uh, you, you’re not graduating this year because
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| You are failing two subjects and I need to see you as soon as possible. |
| Be
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| In my office on Monday at 8:30 a.m., promptly, and we’ll discuss this
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| Matter further. |
| Thank you. |
| Bye. |
| (Phone hangs up; silence; beep; shuts off
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| Machine) |