Female Trouble
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:43:02
Move back in with me...
:43:03
and we'll get you a job
as a female impersonator.

:43:07
His hands are too big, darling.
:43:10
Bye, Gator. It was...
fab meeting you.

:43:14
Fuck you!
You're worse than my wife.

:43:17
You can't leave.
:43:19
Well, I am.
:43:21
Oh, Gator,
I'm sorry about Ernie.

:43:25
I thought you'd be
cute together.

:43:27
Anybody's better
than Dawn Slavenport.

:43:30
It'll be all right, Aunt lda.
:43:32
I'm just sick of
everything here.

:43:34
I'm going to Detroit
and find happiness...

:43:36
within the auto industry.
:43:38
No, Gator, no!
I'll die if you leave!

:43:43
All right, Aunt lda.
Good-bye.

:44:09
What?
:44:10
Hi, brat. Is your mother home?
:44:11
I have a little
going-away present for her.

:44:14
Ah, you...
:44:15
Hey, mother!
:44:17
There's a shit out here
to see you!

:44:22
What are you doing on my porch?
:44:24
I told you not to come
moping around here anymore.

:44:25
Dawn, don't have
so many hard feelings.

:44:28
I brought you a little present
to remember me by.

:44:30
Yeah? What is it?
:44:38
Oh, God. This
neighborhood's hideous.

:44:40
I'm scared rats are gonna
come out and bite my new nylons.

:44:43
True, it's not Beverly Hills...
:44:45
but crime breeds
in these neighborhoods, Donna.

:44:48
It's really
an oh-so-perfect place...

:44:50
for our crime model to live.
:44:52
I rather like it.
:44:53
I'm glad I didn't wear
one of my designer originals.

:44:56
The air is so sooty and damp,
our clothes will be ready...

:44:58
for the Goodwill after this.

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