I need a father who's a role model.
Not some horny geek-boy who's gonna spray his shorts
whenever I bring a girlfriend home from school.
What a lame-o.
Someone really should just put him out of his misery.
Want me to kill him for you?
Yeah. Would you?
My name is Lester Burnham.
This is my neighborhood.
This is my street.
This is my life.
I'm 42 years old. In less than a year...
...I'll be dead.
Of course, I don't know that yet.
And in a way, I'm dead already.
Look at me.
Jerking off in the shower.
This will be the high point of my day.
It's all downhill from here.
That's my wife, Carolyn.
See the way the handle on those pruning shears matches her gardening clogs?
That's not an accident.
Hush, Bitsy!
Hush! What is wrong with you?
That's our next door neighbor, Jim.
And that's his lover... Jim.
You spoil her. Bitsy...
- Me? - ...no bark! Come inside now!
- Come on. - Good morning, Jim!
Morning, Carolyn.
I love your tie. That color!
I just love your roses.
How do you get them to flourish like this?
Well, I'll tell you: eggshells and Miracle-Gro.
- I've never heard of that. - Man...
...I get exhausted just watching her.
She wasn't always like this. She used to be happy.
We used to be happy.
My daughter, Jane. Only child.
Janie's a pretty typical teenager:
angry, insecure, confused.
I wish I could tell her that's all going to pass
but I don't want to lie to her.
Jane, honey, are you trying to look unattractive?
Yes.
Congratulations, you've succeeded admirably.
Lester, could you make me a little later? I'm not quite late enough.
Nice going, Dad.
Both my wife and daughter think I'm this gigantic loser.
And they're right.
I have lost something.
I'm not exactly sure what it is,
but I know I didn't always feel this... sedated.
But you know what?
It's never too late to get it back.
Hello. This is Lester Burnham from Media Monthly magazine.
I'm calling for Mr. Tamblin, please.
Well, we're all under a deadline here.
There's some information about your product launch
that isn't even covered in your press release and...
Yeah, OK. Can I ask you a question?
Who is Tamblin? Does he exist?
'Cause he doesn't ever seem to come in.
Yeah, OK. I'll leave my number.
It's 555-0199.
Lester Burnham. Thank you.
Hey, Les.
You got a minute?
For you, Brad, I got five.
So I'm sure you can understand
our need to cut corners around here.
Sure. Times are tight. You got to free up some cash.
You got to spend money to make money, right?
- Exactly. - Like the time when Mr. Flournoy
used the company MasterCard to pay for that hooker,
then she used the card and stayed at the St. Regis for three months...
- That's unsubstantiated gossip! - That's $50,000!
That's someone's salary who's gonna get fired
because Craig has to pay women to fuck him!
Jesus! Calm down.
Nobody's getting fired yet.
That's why we're having everyone write out a job description
mapping out in detail how they contribute.
That way management can assess who's valuable...
And who's expendable.
It's just business.
I've been writing for this magazine for 14 years. You've been here a month?
I'm one of the good guys, Les.
I'm trying to level with you.
This is your one chance to save your job.
There's no decision. Just write the damn thing.
You don't think it's weird and kind of fascist?
Possibly, but you don't want to be unemployed.
Let's sell our souls and work for Satan because it's more convenient.
Could you be a little bit more dramatic, please?
So we finally got new neighbors.
If the Lomans had let me represent them instead of the Real Estate King
that house would never have sat on the market for six months.
They were still mad at you for cutting down their sycamore.
Their sycamore? Come on!
A substantial portion of the root structure was on our property.
How can you call it their sycamore?
I wouldn't have the heart to cut down something if it wasn't partially mine.
Mom, do we always have to listen to this elevator music?
No. No, we don't.
As soon as you've prepared a nutritious, yet savory, meal that I'm about to eat
you can listen to whatever you like.
So, Janie, how was school?
It was OK.
Just OK?
No, Dad. It was spectacular.
Well, you want to know how things went at my job today?
They've hired this efficiency expert.
This really friendly guy named Brad. How perfect is that?
He's there to make it seem like they're justified in firing somebody
because they couldn't just come right out and say that.
That would just be too honest.
So they've asked us. You couldn't possibly care less, could you?
Well, what do you expect?
You can't all of a sudden be my best friend just because you had a bad day.
I mean, hello! You've barely even spoken to me for months.
What? You're Mother of the Year? You treat her like an employee.
What?
What?!
I'm going to get some ice cream.
Janie...
I'm sorry I haven't been more...
...available. I'm just... I...
You know, you don't always have to wait for me to come to you.
Great. So now it's my fault?
I didn't say that. It's nobody's fault.
Janie, what happened? We used to be pals.
I will sell this house today.
Welcome. I'm Carolyn Burnham.
This living room is very dramatic.
Wait till you see the native stone fireplace!
A simple cream could really lighten things up.
You could even put in a skylight.
Well, why don't we go into the kitchen?
It's a dream come true for any cook.
Just filled with positive energy.
You'll be surprised how much a ceiling fan can cut down on your energy costs.
You know, you could have some really fun backyard get-togethers out here.
The ad said this pool was "lagoon-like."
- Nothing "lagoon-like" about it. - Except for maybe the bugs!
There aren't even any plants out here!
What do you call this? Is this not this a plant?
If you have a problem with the plants, I can call my landscape architect.
- Solved! - I think lagoon, I think waterfall.
I think tropical. This is a cement hole.
I have some tiki torches in the garage.
Shut up!
Stop it! You weak. You baby! Shut up!
Shut up! Shut up!
Who are you looking for?
My parents are coming tonight.
They're trying to, you know, take an active interest in me.
Gross. I hate it when my mom does that.
They're such assholes. Why can't they just have their own lives?
What makes you so sure she wants us to be there? Did she ask?
Of course not. She doesn't want us to know how important this is to her.
But she's been practicing her steps for weeks.
I'll bet money she'll resent it.
And I'm missing the James Bond marathon on TNT.
Lester! This is important!
I'm sensing a real distance growing between you and Jane.
Growing? She hates me.
She's just willful.
She hates you, too.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Pardon me. Excuse me.
Now, for your halftime entertainment,
Rockwell High's award-winning Dancing Spartanettes!
We can leave right after this, right?
Shit! They're still here.
- Janie! - Hey, I really enjoyed that!
- Congratulations! You were great! - I didn't win anything.
Hi, I'm Lester, Janie's dad.
Oh, hi.
This is my friend, Angela Hayes.
OK. Good to meet you.
You were also good tonight. Very...
- ...precise. - Thanks.
Nice to meet you, Angela. Honey!
I am so proud of you! You know, I watched you very closely.
You didn't screw up once!
OK. We have to go.
- So what are you girls doing now? - Dad!
We're going out for pizza.
Really? We can give you a ride. I have a car. Want to come with us?
Thanks, but I have a car.
You have a car. Well, that's great. That's great.
'Cause Janie's thinking about getting a car soon, aren't you?
Dad! Mom's waiting for you.
It was very nice meeting you, Angela.
Any friend of Janie's is...
...a friend of mine.
Well...
...I'll be seeing you around, then.
Could he be any more... pathetic?
I think he's sweet.
And I think he and your mother have not had sex in a long time.
It's the weirdest thing.
I feel like I've been in a coma for about 20 years
and I'm just now waking up.
Spectacular.
I'm so sorry my dad was weird tonight.
That's OK.
I'm used to guys drooling over me.
It started when I was about 12.
I'd go to dinner with my parents.
Every Thursday night, Red Lobster.
And every guy there would stare at me when I walked in.
And I knew what they were thinking.
Just like I knew guys at school thought about me when they jerked off.
- Vomit. - No, I liked it.
And I still like it.
If people I don't even know look at me and want to fuck me
it means I really have a shot at being a model, which is great.
Because there's nothing worse in life than being ordinary.
I really think it'll happen for you.
I know.
Because everything that was meant to happen, does...
...eventually.
Asshole.
Hello?
- Hello? - Why'd you call me?
I didn't.
My phone rang and I answered, and somebody hung up.
I star-69ed, and I called you back.
Well, I was in the shower.
Oh, gross!
Ricky? Breakfast!
Be right there.
- Mom? - Hello.
I don't eat bacon, remember?
I'm sorry. I must've forgotten.
What's new in the world, Dad?
This country is going straight to hell.
- Are you expecting anyone? - No.
No.
- Hi. - Welcome to the neighborhood.
Just something from our garden.
Except the pasta. We got that at Fallaci's.
It's unbelievably fresh. Drop it in the water and it's done.
Jim Olmeyer. Two doors down. Welcome to the neighborhood.
Colonel Frank Fitts, US Marine Corps.
- Nice to meet you. This is my partner. - Jim Berkley, but people call me J.B.
Let's cut to the chase, OK? What are you guys selling?
Nothing. We just wanted to say hi to our new neighbors.
Yeah, yeah...
You said you're partners, so what's your business?
Well...
He is a tax attorney.
And he's an anesthesiologist.
How come these faggots always have to rub it in your face?
How can they be so shameless?
That's the whole thing, Dad.
They don't feel that's anything to be ashamed of.
Well, it is.
Yeah, you're right.
Don't placate me like I'm your mother, boy.
Forgive me, sir, for speaking so bluntly:
Those fags make me want to puke my fucking guts out.
Well, me too, Son.
Yeah, me too.
I'm serious. He just pulled down his pants and yanked it out.
You know, like, "Say hello to Mr. Happy."
- Gross. - It wasn't gross.
- It was kind of cool. - So did you do it with him?
Of course I did.
He is a really well-known photographer.
He shoots for Elle on, like, a regular basis.
It would've been so majorly stupid of me to turn him down.
You are a total prostitute.
Hey. That's how things really are.
You just don't know because you're this pampered little suburban chick.
So are you. You've only been in Seventeen once, and you looked fat!
So stop acting like you're goddamned Christy Turlington!
Cunt!
I am so sick of people taking their insecurities out on me.
Oh, my God! That's the pervert who filmed me last night.
Him? Jane, no way, he's a total lunatic.
- You know him? - Yeah.
We were on the same lunch shift when I was in ninth grade
and he would always say the most random, weird things.
And then one day, he was just, like, gone.
And then, Connie Cardullo told me
that his parents had to put him in a mental institution.
Why? What did he do?
What do you mean?
Well, they can't put you away just for saying weird things.
You total slut!
- You've got a crush on him! - What? Please!
You're defending him. You love him. You want to have 10,000 of his babies.
- Shut up! - Hi.
My name's Ricky. I just moved next door to you.
I know.
I remember this really creepy incident where you were filming me last night.
I didn't mean to scare you. I just think you're interesting.
Thanks, but I don't need some psycho obsessing about me right now.
I'm not obsessing. I'm just curious.
What a freak!
And why does he dress like a Bible salesman?
He's, like, so confident.
That can't be real.
I don't believe him.
I mean, he didn't even look at me once.
How'd you get in the Army?
Look, Sergeant, I got three reasons for being in the Army.
First, I'm patriotic. Second, I love my country. And third, they nailed me.
You two boys report to me immediately after this formation.
Take them away, Sarge!
Hey.
One, two, three, four.
What's going on here?
Bend all the way down. Here comes the bull of the woods.
I'm sorry, what?
Mom, nobody said anything.
Oh. I'm sorry.
Everyone's with their spouse. How'd it look if I showed up with no one?
- You end up ignoring me and talking... - Now listen to me.
This is an important business function.
As you know, my business is selling an image
and part of my job is to live that image...
Honey, do me a favor.
Just say whatever you want to say and spare me the propaganda.
All right. Hi, Shirley!
Listen, just do me a favor. Act happy tonight.
- I am happy, honey. - No, you're not.
Oh! That's Buddy!
Buddy. Buddy!
- Hi. - Hi! Good to see you again.
It's so good to see you, too, Catherine.
- Carolyn. - Carolyn, of course. How are you?
Very well, thank you.
- Hello, Christy. - Hello.
- My husband, Lester. - It's a pleasure.
We've met before, actually. This thing last year.
- Christmas at the Sheraton. - Oh, yeah.
It's OK. I wouldn't remember me, either.
Honey, don't be weird!
- All right, honey. I won't be weird. - OK.
- I'll be whatever you want me to be. - Well, OK...
- We have a very healthy relationship. - I see.
Well, I don't know about you guys, but I need a drink.
Put a little more in there, cowboy.
Excuse me.
Don't you live on Robin Hood Trail? The house with the red door?
Yeah.
I'm Ricky Fitts. I just moved in the house next to you.
Hi, Ricky Fitts. I'm Lester Burnham.
Hi, Mr. Burnham.
Do you party?
- Excuse me? - Do you get high?
I probably wouldn't even tell you this if I weren't a little tipsy
but... I'm in complete awe of you.
I mean, your firm is hands down the Rolls Royce of local real estate firms
and your personal sales record is...
It's very intimidating.
You know, I'd love to sit down with you and just pick your brain.
If you'd ever be willing.
You know? I suppose, technically, I'm the competition
but, I mean, I don't flatter myself
that I'm even in the same league as you.
I don't.
I'd love to.
- Really? - Absolutely.
Call my secretary. Have her schedule a lunch.
I'll do that. Thank you.
Did you see that movie where the body is walking around carrying its own head
and then the head goes down on that babe?
Re-Animator.
Look, I'm not paying you to do whatever it is you're doing out here.
Fine. So don't pay me.
- Excuse me? - I quit.
So you don't have to pay me. Now leave me alone.
Asshole.
I think you just became my personal hero.
Doesn't that make you nervous, just quitting your job like that?
Well, I guess when you're all of, what, 16...
Eighteen.
I just do these gigs as a cover.
I have other sources of income.
But my dad interferes less in my life
when I pretend to be an upstanding young citizen with a respectable job.
Lester?!
What are you doing?
Honey, this... Ricky Fitts.
This is Ricky Fitts.
I'm Ricky Fitts. I just moved into the house next to you.
I go to school with your daughter.
With Jane?
- Yeah. Jane. - Really?
Hi. I'm ready to go.
I'll meet you out front.
I'm in trouble!
Nice meeting you, Ricky Fitts. Thanks for the... thing.
Anytime. Lester!
If you want any more, you know where I live.
Shit. They're home. Quick, let's go up to my room.
I should say hi to your dad.
I don't want to be rude.
Nice suit.
You're looking good, Mr. Burnham.
Last time I saw you, you looked kind of wound up.
Is that root beer?
I love root beer, don't you?
- Hey. - Hi, Mom.
You remember Angela?
Yes, of course.
I forgot to tell you, she's gonna spend the night. Is that OK?
Sorry about my dad.
Don't be. I think it's funny.
Yeah, to you, he's just another guy who wants to jump your bones.
But to me, he's just... too embarrassing to live.
Well, your mom's the one who's embarrassing. What a phony.
But your dad's actually kind of cute.
Shut up.
He is. If he just worked out a little, he'd be hot.
- Shut up! - Come on!
Like you've never sneaked a peek at him in his underwear?
I bet he's got a big dick.
You are so grossing me out right now!
If he built up his chest and arms, I would totally fuck him!
I would! I would suck on your dad's big, fat dick
and then I'd fuck him until his eyes rolled back in his head!
Jane! What's that noise?
- I swear I heard something. - Yeah.
That was the sound of you being a huge, disgusting pig.
No, I'm serious. See?
- Oh, my God, Jane. - What is it?
It's that psycho next door. Jane, what if he worships you?
What if he's got, like, a shrine with pictures of you
surrounded by dead people's heads and stuff?
Shit. I bet he's filming us right now.
Really?
Welcome to America's Weirdest Home Videos.
- Ricky? - Coming, Dad.
You know I don't like locked doors in my house, boy.
I'm sorry. I must've locked it by accident.
So, what's up?
I need a urine sample.
Wow. It's been six months already.
Can I give it to you in the morning? I just took a whiz.
Yeah, I suppose.
You know...
Well... Good night, Son.
I've been waiting for you.
You've been working out, haven't you?
I could tell.
I was hoping you'd give me a bath.
I'm very, very dirty.
What are you doing?
Nothing.
You were masturbating.
- I was not. - Yes, you were.
All right, so shoot me! I was whacking off.
That's right, I was choking the bishop. Chafing the carrot.
You know, saying hi to my monster.
- That's disgusting! - Excuse me,
but some of us still have blood pumping through our veins!
- So do I! - Really?
I'm the only one who seems to be doing anything about it!
Lester, I refuse to live like this.
This is not a marriage!
This hasn't been a marriage for years.
But you were happy as long as I kept my mouth shut.
Guess what? I've changed. And the new me whacks off when he feels horny,
'cause you're obviously not gonna help me out in that department.
I see. You think you're the only one who's sexually frustrated.
I'm not? Well, then come on, baby, I'm ready!
Don't you mess with me, mister.
I will divorce you so fast it'll make your head spin!
On what grounds?
I'm not a drunk. I don't fuck other women.
I don't mistreat you. I've never hit you.
I don't even try to touch you since you made it abundantly clear
just how unnecessary you consider me to be!
But I did support you when you got your license.
And some people might think that entitles me to half of what's yours.
So turn out the light when you come back to bed, OK?
It's a great thing when you realize
you still have the ability to surprise yourself.
Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about.
Hey, guys!
- Lester, I didn't know you ran. - I just started.
Good for you.
I figured you might be able to give me some pointers. I need to shape up. Fast.
Are you looking to just lose weight
or do you want to have increased strength and flexibility as well?
I want to look good naked.
What is this?
Fucking gay pride parade?
Hey, Ricky.
My life is passing before my eyes and those two have barely broken a sweat.
Sorry, hi. Lester Burnham. I live next door. We haven't met.
Colonel Frank Fitts, US Marine Corps.
Oh, well...
Welcome to the neighborhood, sir.
Ricky...
I was thinking about... the movie we talked about.
- Re-Animator. - Yeah.
You want to borrow it? It's up in my room.
- OK. - Come on.
- Can you hold this for a sec? - Sure.
I don't think my dad would come in while someone else is here,
- but you never know. - What is this?
Urine.
I have to take a drug test every six months just to make sure I'm clean.
Are you kidding? You just smoked with me last night.
It's not mine.
One of my clients is a nurse in a pediatrician's office.
I cut her a deal, she keeps me in clean piss.
You like Pink Floyd?
I like a lot of music.
Man, I haven't listened to this album in years.
How much do you want?
I don't know. It's been a while. How much is an ounce?
This is totally decent, and it's 300.
This shit is top-of-the-line.
It's called G-13. It's genetically engineered by the US government.
It's extremely potent, but a completely mellow high. No paranoia.
Is that what we smoked last night?
This is all I ever smoke.
- How much? - Two grand.
Jesus!
Things have changed since 1973.
You don't have to pay now. I know you're good for it.
Thanks.
There's a card in there with my beeper number.
Beep me any time, day or night.
And I only accept cash.
Now I know how you can afford all this equipment.
When I was your age, I flipped burgers all summer just to buy an 8-track.
That sucks.
No. Actually, it was great.
All I did was party and get laid.
I had my whole life ahead of me.
My dad thinks I pay for all this with catering jobs.
Never underestimate the power of denial.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Mom's mad. Bench presses.
I'm going to whale on my pecs, and then I'm going to do my back.
I see you're smoking pot now. I'm so glad.
I think using illegal psychotropic substances
is a very positive example to set for our daughter.
You're one to talk, you bloodless, money-grubbing freak.
Lester, you have such hostility in you!
Do you mind? I'm trying to work out here.
Unless you want to spot me.
Lester, you will not get away with this! You can be sure of that!
That's... what...
...you... think.
"My job consists of basically masking my contempt
for the assholes in charge
and, at least once a day,
retiring to the men's room so I can jerk off
while I fantasize about a life that doesn't so closely resemble hell."
Well, you obviously have no interest in saving yourself.
Brad, for 14 years I've been a whore for the advertising industry.
The only way I could save myself now is if I start firebombing.
Whatever. Management wants you gone by the end of the day.
What sort of severance package is management prepared to offer me
considering the information I have about our editorial director
buying pussy with company money? Which I think would interest the IRS,
since it technically constitutes fraud.
I'm sure that some of our advertisers and rival publications
might like to know about it as well. Not to mention... Craig's wife.
- What do you want? - One year's salary with benefits.
That's not going to happen.
What do you say I throw in a little sexual harassment charge to boot?
- Against who? - Against you.
Can you prove that you didn't offer to save my job
if I let you blow me?
Man... You are one twisted fuck.
Nope.
I'm just an ordinary guy with nothing to lose.
Yeah!
- Carolyn. - Buddy.
I am so sorry to have kept you waiting.
Christy left for New York this morning.
Let's just say things were a little hectic around the house.
What's she doing in New York?
She's moving there. Yes. We are splitting up.
- Buddy, I'm so sorry. - Yes.
According to her, I'm too focused on my career.
As if being driven to succeed is some sort of a character flaw.
She certainly did take advantage of the lifestyle my success afforded her.
It's for the best.
When I saw you two at the party the other night, you seemed perfectly happy.
Call me crazy...
...but it is my philosophy that in order to be successful,
one must project an image of success at all times.
What are you doing?
I was filming this dead bird.
Why?
Because it's beautiful.
I think maybe you forgot your medication today, mental-boy.
Hi, Jane.
Look, I want you to stop filming me.
OK.
Well, whatever. This is boring.
Let's go.
- Do you need a ride? - Are you crazy?
I don't want to end up hacked to pieces in a dumpster somewhere.
It's OK. I'll walk. But thanks.
See? He doesn't want to go anyway. Come on. Let's go.
Come on, Jane.
I think I'm gonna walk, too.
What? Jane, that's, like, almost a mile!
God! I love it!
- You like getting nailed by the king? - Yes, I love it!
Fuck me, Your Majesty!
- Who's the king? - You are!
Who's the king?
American woman
Stay away from me
American woman
Mama let me be
Don't come hanging around my door
I don't wanna see your face no more
I got better things to do Than spend my life growing old with you
Now woman
♪ I said, "Stay away"
- Smile, you're at Mr. Smiley's. - What?
Would you like to try our new bacon and egg fajita,
just $1 .29 for a limited time only?
No, but thank you.
I'd like the Big Barn Burger, Smiley Fries, and an orange soda.
Please drive up to the window. Thank you.
Smile, you're at Mr. Smiley's. That'll be $4.98, please.
- Would you like some Smiley Sauce? - No, no.
Actually, I'd like to fill out an application.
There's no jobs for manager. It's just for counter.
Good.
I'm looking for the least possible amount of responsibility.
I don't think you'd fit in here.
I have fast-food experience.
Yeah, like 20 years ago!
I'm sure there have been amazing technological advances in the industry,
but surely you must have some sort of training program.
It seems unfair to presume I won't be able to learn.
That was exactly what I needed.
The royal treatment, so to speak.
I was so stressed out.
- Know what I do when I feel like that? - What?
I fire a gun.
Really?
Yeah, I go to this little firing range downtown
and I just pop off a few rounds.
I've never fired a gun before.
Well, you've got to try it.
Nothing makes you feel more powerful.
Well, almost nothing.
So, do you like your new house?
I like it.
The people who used to live there fed stray cats, so they were always around,
and it drove my mother nuts.
And then she cut down their tree.
- Is that a funeral? - Yeah.
Have you ever known anybody who died?
No. Have you?
No.
But I did see this homeless woman who froze to death once.
Just lying there on the sidewalk. She looked really sad.
I got that homeless woman on videotape.
Why would you film that?
Because it was amazing.
What's amazing about it?
When you see something like that
it's like God is looking right at you, just for a second.
And if you're careful, you can look right back.
And what do you see?
Beauty.
Mom? I want you to meet somebody.
- Mom? - Yes.
I want you to meet somebody. This is Jane.
- Hi. - Oh, my.
I apologize for the way things look around here.
This is where my dad hides out.
I take it he's got a thing for guns.
You got to see this one thing.
My dad would kill me if he knew I was in here.
Did you steal his keys?
No. One of my clients is a locksmith.
He was short on cash one night, so I let him pay me in trade.
Turn it over.
Oh, my God.
It's, like, official state china of the Third Reich.
There's a whole subculture of people who collect this Nazi shit.
But my dad just has this one thing.
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
- No, you're scared of me. - No, I'm not.
You want to see the most beautiful thing I've ever filmed?
It was one of those days
where it's a minute away from snowing...
...and there's this electricity in the air.
You can almost hear it.
Right?
And this bag was just...
...dancing with me.
Like a little kid, begging me to play with it.
For 15 minutes.
That's the day I realized that there was this...
...entire life behind things...
...and this incredibly benevolent force
that wanted me to know that there was no reason to be afraid...
...ever.
Video's a poor excuse, I know.
But it helps me remember.
I need to remember.
Sometimes there is so much...
...beauty... in the world.
I feel like I can't take it.
And my heart...
...is just going to cave in.
Oh, my God. What time is it?
- Sorry I'm late. - That's quite all right, dear.
Your father and I were just discussing his day at work.
Why don't you tell our daughter about it, honey?
Janie, today I quit my job. Then I told my boss to go fuck himself
and blackmailed him for almost $60,000. Pass the asparagus.
Your father seems to think this kind of behavior is something to be proud of.
Your mother seems to prefer I go through life like a prisoner
while she keeps my dick in a jar under the sink.
How dare you speak to me that way in front of her?
I marvel that you can be so contemptuous of me
on the same day that you lose your job!
I didn't lose it. It's not like, "Where'd my job go?" I quit!
Someone pass the asparagus, please.
Thank you for putting me under the added pressure
- of being the sole breadwinner now. - I already have a job.
Don't give a second thought as to who's gonna pay the mortgage.
We'll just leave it all to Carolyn!
"You're gonna take care of everything?"
"Yes, I don't mind."
"You mean everything? You don't mind having the sole responsibility?
Your husband feels he can quit his job..."
Will someone pass the fucking asparagus?
- I'm not gonna be a part of this. - Sit down!
I am sick and tired of being treated like I don't exist.
You two do whatever you want to do whenever you want,
and I don't complain. All I want...
You don't complain? Please! Excuse me, excuse me!
I must be psychotic! If you don't complain, what is this?
Yeah, let's bring in the laugh meter
and see how loud it gets on that one! You don't...
Don't interrupt me, honey.
And another thing.
From now on, we're going to alternate our dinner music
because, frankly, and I don't think I'm alone here,
I am really tired of this Lawrence Welk shit.
Go away!
Honey, please let me in.
I wish that you hadn't witnessed that awful scene, but in a way, I'm glad.
Why? So I can see what freaks you and Dad really are?
Me?
Oh, God.
Christ, Mom.
No, I'm glad because...
Because you're old enough now to learn the most important lesson in life:
You cannot count on anyone except yourself.
You know, it's sad but true.
And the sooner you learn it, the better.
Look, Mom, I really don't feel like having a Kodak moment here, OK?
You ungrateful little brat!
Just look at everything you have!
When I was your age, I lived in a duplex!
We didn't even have our own house.
You little bastard!
- No, I just... - How did you get in there?
How? How?
Come on, get up! Come on!
Get up!
Fight back, you little pussy!
No, sir, I won't fight you!
- How?! How did you get in there? - I picked the lock, sir.
What were you looking for? Money? Are you on dope again?
No, sir. I wanted to show my girlfriend your Nazi plate.
- A girlfriend? - Yes, sir. She lives next door.
Her name's Jane.
This is for your own good, boy.
You have no respect for other people's things and for authority.
Yes, sir. I'm sorry.
Can't just go around doing whatever you feel like!
- You can't! There are rules in life. - Yes, sir.
You need structure, yeah.
- You need discipline! - Discipline. Yes, sir.
Thank you for trying to teach me. Don't give up on me, Dad.
Ricky...
You stay out of there!
I gotta say, when you first came here, I thought you would be hopeless.
But you're a natural.
Well, all I know is, I love shooting this gun!
Don't tell me not to fly I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill It's me and not you
Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade
♪ I'm gonna march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm found out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it Hat, sir
So what? I didn't make it
Nobody
I said nobody
Nobody
Had better rain on
My parade
What?
Whose car is that out front?
Mine. 1970 Pontiac Firebird,
the car I've always wanted, and now I have it.
- I rule. - Where's the Camry?
I traded it in.
Shouldn't you have consulted me first?
Let me think.
No. You never drove it.
Have you done something different? You look great.
Where's Jane?
Jane not home.
We have...
...the whole house...
...to ourselves.
Christ, Carolyn.
When did you become so...
...joyless?
Joyless?
I am not joyless.
There happens to be a lot about me
that you don't know, Mr. Smarty Man.
There is plenty of joy in my life.
Whatever happened to that girl...
...who used to fake seizures at frat parties when she got bored?
Who used to run up to the roof of our first apartment building
to flash the traffic helicopters?
Have you totally forgotten about her?
Because I haven't.
Lester, you're gonna spill beer on the couch.
So what? It's just a couch.
This is a $4,000 sofa upholstered in Italian silk!
This is not just a couch!
It's just a couch!
This isn't life!
This is just stuff.
And it's become more important to you than living. Honey, that's just nuts.
I'm only trying to help you!
Don't.
Why?
It's weird watching myself. I don't like how I look.
Can't believe you don't know how beautiful you are.
Look, I'm not gonna sit here for that shit.
How does it feel now?
- Fine. - You don't feel naked?
I am naked.
You know what I mean.
So tell me about being in the hospital.
When I was 15, my dad caught me smoking dope.
He totally freaked and decided to send me to military school.
I told you his thing about structure and discipline, right?
Well, of course, I got kicked out.
Dad and I had this huge fight.
He hit me.
And the next day at school, some kid made a crack about my haircut.
And I just snapped.
I wanted to kill him.
I would've killed him...
...if they hadn't pulled me off.
That's when my dad put me in the hospital.
They drugged me up and left me in there for two years.
You must really hate him.
He's not a bad man.
You'd better believe I'd hate my dad if he did something like that to me.
Wait. I already do hate my dad.
Why?
He's a total asshole.
He's got this crush on my friend Angela, and it's disgusting.
You'd rather he had the crush on you.
Gross. No.
But it'd be nice if I was anywhere near as important to him as she is.
I know you think my dad's harmless, but you're wrong.
He's doing massive psychological damage to me.
How?
Well, now, I, too, need structure.
A little fucking discipline.
I'm serious, though.
How could he not be damaging me?
I need a father who's a role model.
Not some horny geek-boy who's gonna spray his shorts
whenever I bring a girlfriend home from school.
What a lame-o.
Someone really should just put him out of his misery.
Want me to kill him for you?
Yeah. Would you?
It'll cost you.
I've been babysitting since I was about ten.
I've got almost $3,000.
Course, I was saving it up for a boob job.
But...
You know, that's not a very nice thing to do.
Hiring someone to kill your dad.
I guess I'm not a very nice girl, then, am I?
You know I'm not serious, right?
Of course.
You know how lucky we are to have found each other?
Remember those posters that said:
"Today is the first day of the rest of your life"?
Well, that's true of every day except one:
The day you die.
Jane, hurry up.
I've got a very important appointment.
Mom, is it OK if Angela sleeps over tonight?
Well, of course. She's always welcome.
I thought you two had a fight. I haven't seen her around here in a while.
- What? - I've been too embarrassed
to bring her over.
Because of you and that way you behave.
What are you talking about? I've barely even spoken to her.
You stare at her all the time! Like you're drunk!
- It's disgusting! - Watch yourself, Jane,
or you're gonna turn into a real bitch, just like your mother!
Fuck.
You ready to go?
I don't need a ride. I'm going in with Jane and her mom.
Oh, morning.
- Hey, Ricky. How's it going? - Pretty decent, Mr. Burnham.
Hey, hey.
I need that Super Smiley with cheese ASAP!
You need more than that, my little hombre.
- Yeah. What's good here? - Nothing!
Then I guess we'll just have to be bad, won't we?
I'll have a Double Smiley sandwich,
- curly fries and a vanilla shake. - Make that two!
That'll be $7.98. Please drive up to the window. Thank you.
I think we deserve a little junk food after the workout we had this morning.
- Did you know that? - Thank you. I'm flattered.
Smile! You're at Mister Smiley's!
Would you like to try our new beef and cheese pot pie on a stick?
Just $1 .99 for a limited time only?
We were just at a seminar.
- Buddy, this is my... - Her husband.
We've met before,
but something tells me you're going to remember me this time.
You are so busted.
This really doesn't concern you!
Actually, Janine is senior drive-thru manager, so you kind of are on her turf.
So, this makes sense.
- Oh, Lester... - Honey, it's OK.
I want you to be happy.
- Would you like Smiley sauce with that? - Lester, just stop it!
No, no. You...
...don't get to tell me what to do...
...ever... again.
I'm sorry.
I guess we should cool it for a while.
I'm facing a potentially very expensive divorce.
No. I understand completely.
In order to be successful,
one must project an image of success at all times.
Stop it. Stop it.
Shit.
I have to run next door.
Jane left her geometry book in my bag. She needs it to do her homework.
You and psycho-boy are fucking on a regular basis now, right?
- No. - Come on, you can tell me.
Does he have a big dick?
I'm not going to talk about his dick with you, OK? It's not like that.
Not like what? Doesn't he have one?
Why don't you want to talk about it?
I tell you every single detail about every guy that I fuck.
Yeah, and maybe you shouldn't, all right?
Maybe I really don't want to hear about all that.
So now that you have a boyfriend, you're above it?
We got to get you a real man.
- You got any papers? - Yeah.
In the cigar box right over there.
Put up a fight, dude. You are such a pushover.
"No, I can't, really, no. OK."
You should learn to roll a joint.
- Hi. - Where's Mom?
- Don't know. - Hi, Mr. Burnham.
- Hi. - Wow. Look at you.
- Have you been working out? - Some.
You can really tell.
Look at those arms.
You like muscles?
I should probably go see what Jane's up to.
Where did you get that?
From my job.
You don't lie to me.
Now, I saw you with him.
You were watching me?
What did he make you do?
Dad, you don't really think me and Mr. Burnham...
Don't you laugh at me!
Now, I will not sit back and watch my only son become a cocksucker!
Jesus! What is it with you?
I swear to God I'll throw you out of this house and never look at you again!
- You mean that. - You're damn straight I do!
I'd rather you were dead than be a fucking faggot!
You're right.
- I suck dick for money. - Boy, don't start!
$2,000. I'm that good.
Get out!
And you should see me fuck!
I'm the best piece of ass in three states!
Damn it, get out! I don't ever want to see you again!
What a sad old man you are.
Get out.
Mom...
- I'm leaving. - OK.
Wear a raincoat.
I wish things would have been better for you.
Take care of Dad.
...disinvesting problems of power
and removing their ability to make us afraid.
This is the secret to "Me-Centered Living."
Only by taking full responsibility for your actions and their solutions
will you ever break free from the constant cycle of victimhood.
You are only a victim if you choose to be a victim. We all have the power...
I don't think we can be friends anymore. You're way too uptight about sex.
Just don't fuck my dad, all right?
- Please? - Why not?
- Dad, leave us alone! - It's me.
If I had to leave tonight, would you come with me?
- What? - If I had to go to New York to live,
tonight, would you come with me?
- Yes. - You guys can't be serious!
You're just a kid, and he's, like, a mental case.
You'll end up living in a box on the street.
I'm no more a kid than you are! We can use my plastic surgery money.
We won't have to. I have over $40,000.
I know people in the city that can help us.
- What, other drug dealers? - Yes.
Jane, you'd be out of your mind to go with him.
- Why do you even care? - Because you're my friend!
She's not your friend. She's someone you use to feel better about yourself.
- Go fuck yourself, psycho! - Shut up, bitch!
- Jane! He's a freak! - Well, then so am I!
And we'll always be freaks, and we'll never be like other people.
And you'll never be a freak 'cause you're just too perfect!
Yeah, well, at least I'm not ugly.
Yes, you are.
And you're boring. And you're totally ordinary.
And you know it.
You two deserve each other.
Jesus, man, you're soaked!
You want me to get Ricky? He's in Jane's room.
Are you OK?
Where's your wife?
I don't know.
Probably out fucking that dorky prince-of-real-estate asshole.
And you know what?
I don't care.
Your wife is with another man and you don't care?
Nope.
Our marriage is just for show.
A commercial for how normal we are
when we're anything but.
Jesus, man, you are shaking.
We really ought to get you out of these clothes.
Yeah.
It's OK.
I am...
You just tell me what you need.
It's OK.
I'm sorry.
You got the wrong idea.
"I refuse to be a victim."
When this becomes your mantra, constantly reinforcing your...
I refuse to be a victim!
I hope you don't mind if I play the stereo.
Not at all.
Bad night?
Not really bad. Just...
...strange.
Believe me, it couldn't possibly be any stranger than mine.
Jane and I had a fight.
It was about you.
She's mad at me because...
...I said I think you're sexy.
- Do you want a sip? - Sure.
So...
...are you going to tell me?
What do you want?
I don't know.
You...
...don't know.
What do you want?
Are you kidding?
I want you.
I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you.
You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
You don't think I'm ordinary?
You couldn't be ordinary if you tried.
Thank you.
I don't think there's anything worse than being ordinary.
I refuse to be a victim. I refuse to be a victim.
Lester... I have something I have to say to you.
Are you scared?
I don't get scared.
My parents will try to find me.
Mine won't.
This is my first time.
You're kidding.
I'm sorry.
I still want to do it.
I just...
...thought I should tell you, in case you wondered why I wasn't...
...better.
What's wrong?
I thought you said I was beautiful.
You are beautiful.
You are so...
...beautiful.
And I would be a very...
...lucky man.
I feel so stupid.
Don't.
I'm sorry.
You have nothing to be sorry about.
It's OK.
Everything's OK.
Wow. I was starving.
- Do you want me to make another one? - No, I'm fine.
You sure?
I'm still a little weirded out, but I feel better.
Thanks.
How's Jane?
What do you mean?
I mean...
...how's her life?
Is she happy?
Is she miserable?
I'd really like to know, and she'd die before she'd ever tell me about it.
She's... she is really happy.
She thinks she's in love.
Good for her.
How are you?
It's been a long time since anybody asked me that.
I'm great.
I've got to go to the bathroom.
I'm great.
Man, oh, man.
Man, oh, man, oh, man.
Oh, my God!
I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes
the second before you die.
First of all...
...that one second isn't a second at all.
It stretches on forever, like an ocean of time.
For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp
watching falling stars.
And yellow leaves from the maple trees that lined our street.
Or my grandmother's hands and the way her skin seemed like paper.
And the first time I saw my cousin Tony's
brand-new Firebird.
And Janie.
And Carolyn.
I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me,
but it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world.
Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much.
My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst.
And then I remember to relax
and stop trying to hold on to it.
And then it flows through me like rain
and I can't feel anything but gratitude
for every single moment of my stupid little life.
You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure.
But don't worry.
You will someday.