been made of green.
Gold digger, huh?
Oh, hell, Margaret.
Starla's mother left her.
Her daddy's a drunk.
She's 17 years old.
Old Grant pulls up,
big old Cadillac. House on
the hill and college tuition.
What would you do?
Blow.
Hell, if he had a 'gina,
you'd have married him, too.
What's a 'gina?
It's a country.
You know,
where Ginese people come from.
Learn to eavesdrop better.
Zach. Hell, your mother's
waiting over there.
What the hell you doing here?
Scoot, scoot.
GRANT: Sugarplum,
you coming to bed?
NARRATOR: (ON TV)
...why the crocodile has
survived for millennia,
when so many similar species
have gone extinct.
(PATTING BED)
Oh, yeah.
(LAUGHING)
You know what, baby?
I'm just not
really in the mood.
Come on, baby doll.
It's been a long time.
We both need it.
I know. I'm just...
Baby, come on now.
I don't just have some switch.
Sure you do.
Flick, flick.
That's disrespectful.
Come on now.
I'm just playing with you.
Come on, honey.
No, come on, baby.
Why don't you just,
you know, work one out for
yourself there, darling?
Come on.
(GROANING)
Honey, I'm just not
in the mood. Can't you tell?
When the hell are you
in the mood anyway?
Dang.
Where you going?
(SIGHING)
Out. For a walk.
Grant. Baby.
I...
(THE CRYING GAME PLAYING)
(WOMAN SINGING)
Yeah.
Hit me again there, killer.
Megan Montgomery's
little sister.
You're kidding me.
Nope.
Brenda.
My sister, Megan,
she was a big fat old cow,
and I'd be thinking,
"What does he see in her
that ain't in me?"
Shit, come on now.
You couldn't have been
more than 10 or 11.
Hell, I was game.
(BRENDA AND GRANT LAUGHING)
GRANT: I'll give you
a ride, then.
BRENDA: All right, come on.
Yee-haw! Giddyup.
(BRENDA LAUGHING)
Come on.
Where we going, girl?
Come on, you.
Where we going?
Get over here.
What'd I tell you?
I had a crush on you.
Will you look at that?
Your initials, "B.M."
Like a piece of shit.
Oh, shut up.
At least I don't got
the same last name
as the first.
Oh, you're nothing
but a little turd, girl.
Oh, stop!
Stop, yourself.
Stop.
(BOTH GROANING)
Wait. Wait, wait.
Oh, Grant.
Oh, God. You gotta stop.
I can't.
Starla.
She gets real worried about me
if I'm out too late.
I'm sorry. I gotta go. I...
BRENDA: Starla.
Yeah, shit. Go.
What is it?
I don't know.
(EXCLAIMING)
There's a trail.
(BRENDA EXCLAIMING
DISGUSTEDLY)
Oh. Oh, that's gross.
(RATTLING)
Come on.
Oh...
Come on. Grant.
BRENDA: Come on.
Wait, wait, wait.
(GASPS)
(RATTLING)
What the fuck?
(SCREAMING)
God dog it!
(SCREAMING)
Oh, God.
(GRANT GROANING)
Grant.
Grant?
Grant.
Grant.
(BRENDA SCREAMING)
Grant, are you okay?
Grant.
You okay?
Meat.
(ALARM BUZZING)
(RADIO PLAYING
EVERY WOMAN IN THE WORLD)
Good morning, baby.
We haven't heard
this song for a while.
I was hoping it could be
a peace pipe.
I'm sorry about last night.
I don't mean
to push you away.
Or make you feel rejected.
I do want to be a good wife.
You're crying.
Baby.
Baby, what's this?
It's just a little bug bite.
(HUMMING)
What are you so smiley about?
Nothing.
Grant and I had
a good morning.
And it's been a while.
Oh, you slut.
Janene.
(LAUGHING)
Quiet.
You're a married woman.
It's Grant.
I don't know, he's like...
It was like he was discovering
all these different parts
of my body.
You know,
like a little boy
or something.
I'm telling you, this morning
I sensed a real change
in Grant.
Meat.
Meat. Meat.
Howdy, Mr. Grant.
Oh, hey there, killer.
What can I do you for?
Give me
a couple of your rib eyes.
How many you need?
Eight.
Know what? 10.
No, no, no. You know what?
Give me 14.
Having a party?
Yeah, yeah,
something like that. Yeah.
It's a little surprise
for the wife.
Grant. What's this lock
doing on the door?
Baby, you drilled right into
the frame. It's all busted up.
Sugarplum, you really think
you should be asking
so many