MINNIE: I had sex today.
Holy shit.
All my life I'm looking for the magic
I've been looking for the magic
Fantasize on a silly little tragic
I've been looking for the magic
In my eyes
Oh, oh, oh, I'm
Looking for the magic in my eyes
In my eyes
Baby in my eyes
Oh, oh, oh, I'm
Looking for the magic in my eyes
In my eyes
Baby in your eyes
Oh, oh, in your eyes
Baby in your eyes
My name is Minnie Goetze.
I'm a 15-year-old living in
San Francisco, California,
recording this onto a cassette tape
because my life has gotten
really crazy of late,
and I need to tell someone about it.
If you're listening to this
without my permission, please stop now.
Just stop. Okay?
So...
I don't remember being born.
I was a very ugly child.
My appearance has not improved,
so I suppose it was a lucky break
when he was attracted by my youthfulness.
Hey, Domino, you stupid cat, I love you.
Hey, Domino, do I look different
than I did yesterday?
(GROANS)
In all matter of factuality,
it happened like this...
I was wearing a ratty old nightgown,
which is embarrassing
when I think about it,
but I'm not gonna change that detail
'cause it's the truth.
My mother was married for a long time
to my stepdad Pascal.
He's a science-y guy. A PhD.
He has a lot of ideas
about how the world works.
Doesn't think women
should drink or smoke.
Mom! You're so gross.
I can't even watch TV without you...
(GRETEL SCOFFS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
MINNIE: Maybe that's why
she isn't married to him anymore.
CHARLOTTE: Wait.
MINNIE: She's looser now.
CHARLOTTE: You really... (CHUCKLES)
ANDREA: Cocaine.
CHARLOTTE: What's his last name?
ANDREA: (CHUCKLING)
I thought you were gonna...
MINNIE: Monroe is her boyfriend,
but they aren't possessive.
I'm going to bed. I'm tired.
I'm crashing, you guys.
All right. Good night.
- Good night.
- Good night.
(BURPS)
MINNIE: I know it seems weird,
but I had this strangely calming feeling
that even if he meant to touch my tit,
it's probably all right,
because he's a good guy,
and he knows how it goes and I don't.
But I wonder if my breast felt small.
MINNIE: Oh, Monroe. Pitter-pat.
You touched my tit. How was that?
Can I just say, um...
(STAMMERS)
Touching your breasts was, um...
(CHUCKLES)
I can't even say it.
They're really great, Minnie.
Fantastic breasts. Just perfect.
MONROE: Weirdo.
MINNIE: It feels so good to imagine that
he might be thinking about me.
Not that I love him or anything.
I'm not stupid.
Mmm.
- You about ready, steady?
- No, I don't think I wanna go.
I'm already in my skivvies.
It's two-for-one Tuesdays.
We're gonna watch
Little House on the Prairie.
- CHARLOTTE: Yeah.
- No, no, no, come on. You promised.
CHARLOTTE: I know. I'm sorry, baby.
- Just for a couple of drinks.
- No.
I need to get out.
I will make it up to you,
I promise. I'm sorry.
Come on.
Why don't you take Minnie?
MONROE: What?
- Yeah.
- No.
Minnie will go. Won't you, Min?
- MONROE: She doesn't want to go.
- Yeah, I do. Where?
See? Told ya.
- (MINNIE CHUCKLES)
- (BLOWS RASPBERRY)
MONROE: Worthless.
MINNIE: It was good.
It was not good. This is good.
Oh, man. I got it.
I got it.
- (MONROE GROWLS)
- (MINNIE SCREAMS)
- MONROE: Oh, shut up. Shut up.
- Ow! Ow!
- MONROE: Gosh, you're such a lightweight.
- Ow.
No. Ow.
(MONROE GRUNTS)
- That doesn't hurt?
- What are you trying to do?
You're not even biting me.
I'm gonna bite you so fucking hard.
MONROE: Are you even biting down?
I'm not feeling it.
- You're drunk.
- No, I'm not drunk.
I'm just really strong, and my fists
are made of steel, that's why.
I feel nothing. Nothing.
You're not even biting.
You're far away.
You just gave me a hard-on.
I did?
Yeah, I'm hard. (CHUCKLES)
You don't believe me?
It's hard. (CHUCKLES)
See?
(CHUCKLES)
MINNIE: It didn't feel too hard to me.
It was still skin.
I want you to fuck me.
All right. You're shit-faced, Minnie.
Come on.
(KEYS RATTLING)
(MONROE SNIFFS)
I can't believe you said
you want me to fuck you.
Do you really want me to fuck you?
None of your fucking business.
You really do want me to fuck you,
don't you?
You really fucking want me to
fucking fuck you.
MINNIE: I didn't know if I wanted him
or anyone else to fuck me,
but I was afraid to pass up the chance
'cause I may never get another.
The inside of his mouth was all smooth.
I tried giving him a blowjob in the car.
He said he wants to fuck me,
but we can't tonight.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Is this what it feels like
for someone to love you?
Somebody wants me.
Somebody wants to have sex with me.
(CAR HORN HONKS)
MONROE: Hey.
You gonna get in trouble
for skipping school?
MINNIE: No.
- MONROE: You feel like sandwiches?
- Yeah.
(GIGGLES)
(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
(MONROE BREATHING HEAVILY)
(CHUCKLES)
What?
I didn't know you were a virgin.
(CHUCKLES)
You look good.
MINNIE: Will you take my picture?
MONROE: Why?
Please. I just wanna see.
(SHUTTER CLICKS)
No, no, no. Are you crazy?
You better not show that to anyone.
Can't even see where I am.
Ms. Hearst is still being examined by
Dr. William Sargent, a brainwash expert
flown in from London
at her parents' expense.
Findings had no bearing...
Minnie, Minnie, come watch with us.
Yeah, it's history in the making.
...by a bank camera
taking part in an armed robbery...
Oh, she's not mentally ill.
Fuck this guy.
Just because she left her bourgeois
family to start over.
I know how you feel, Patty.
What kind of person falls in love
with the people who kidnap them?
...move her trial date back.
But when her trial does begin in January,
there's a good possibility
Dr. Sargent will then be called...
Is that what you wore today?
Mom.
I'm just saying it wouldn't kill you
to show off your waist a little bit.
- Geez.
- (CHUCKLES)
MINNIE: I had sex today. Holy shit.
(SNIFFING)
That was about an hour ago,
and now I can't believe
I've actually said it out loud.
I think this makes me
officially an adult.
Right?
KIMMIE: All right, tell me.
I can't tell you, you have to guess.
You fucked somebody.
What? (LAUGHING) How did you know?
I'm so happy. Who was it?
Guess. Gretel is listening.
I am not. You're so full of yourself.
Wait. Was it that guy that works
at the liquor store, the cute one?
No.
Was it someone I know?
Yes.
Wait a minute. It's not Monroe, is it?
(SQUEALS)
My God, Minnie, that is so sick.
Ew.
Don't you think he's kind of cute?
No, I do not think he's cute.
He's so old. Ew, ew, ew.
Minnie, he sleeps with your mom.
Only 'cause he has to,
otherwise she'll suspect something.
I don't know, Minnie.
Don't you kind of feel like
he's taking advantage of you or something?
I mean, you're so much younger than him.
Minnie?
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
I'm gonna kill you! (GRUNTS)
GRETEL: Minnie, don't!
MINNIE: Quit spying on me!
GRETEL: What were you talking about?
What did you dream about last night?
How did you feel when you woke up today?
I had a dream about you last night
Why do they always end the same way?
(DOOR OPENS)
(CLIMBING STAIRS)
Hey.
Hey.
- Is your mom home?
- No.
Why? Did you come to see her?
No. I came to see you, silly.
Oh.
Ow.
You got a pretty good arm.
Wanna box?
- Yeah.
- Well...
Really? Come on then.
- (GRUNTS)
- (GIGGLES)
What were you doing before I got here?
- Nothing.
- Were you thinking about me?
- No.
- No?
- (GIGGLES)
- (DOOR OPENS)
MONROE: Min, I think you were.
CHARLOTTE: Hello!
- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Hey. There you are.
Let me get those.
Thank you. Hey, you look cute.
- Hey.
- Hi.
(KISSING)
MINNIE: What's the point of living
if nobody loves you?
Nobody sees you.
Nobody touches you.
I wish I were older than I am.
I'm so alone.
It feels like there are little weights
hanging from my heart
that swing and tug every time I move,
every time the wind blows.
I want someone to be
so totally in love with me
that they would feel like
they would die if I were gone.
Maybe Monroe could love me like that.
What's your favorite color?
I don't know.
(SIGHS)
Blue.
Why are you asking me
such stupid questions?
MINNIE: Or maybe not.
I am so warm all over.
I want a body pressed up next to me
so that I know that I'm really here.
Mom and Andrea got some coke
from Michael Cocaine
and it gave them the energy
to clean the whole house today.
Hi. Um, we're making dinner right now.
So far, we've got peas that are cooking.
Do you want me to make you some pasta?
What kind of pasta do you like?
I forget. Macaroni.
Do you want me to make you
a little bit of macaroni? Okay.
(DOOR CLOSES)
My mother's friend, Martin Chong,
wrote her a poem.
He's one of the many men
who's in love with her.
Waiting in line with a number
in their hand like at the deli counter.
He wrote it on a lacy purple
piece of rice paper
that I found crumpled in the trash.
I think it's beautiful.
"It would've been better to
have slept and dreamed
"than to watch the night pass
and the slow moon sink."
I wonder if Monroe is masturbating
thinking about me tonight.
Monroe says I exude sexuality.
Sometimes, I look in the mirror
and I can't believe what I see.
I just realized I've had breasts
for three full years now.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
He's fucked me seven times now.
All I can think about is the fucking.
Monroe is a good lay from what I know
in my limited knowledge.
He is very tall and strong
and has two strong muscular thighs
and a big manly chest.
As for myself, I'm not really
attractive at all.
But I do think I look different now.
Probably my aura.
And I think people are noticing.
TEACHER: But what do we make
of the moment
when he touches Holden's forehead
while he slept?
Holden's attitudes about homosexuality
come into question
as do his ability of perception.
Is there something
questionable going on,
or is that all in Holden's mind?
That's why I
I don't cry
That's why I
I don't cry
Laughing
Laughing sometimes does somebody
some good somehow
That's why I...
Even if she knew
what she was doing in the bank,
she was a prisoner.
Kidnapped, raped.
Come on, she's a victim.
Mmm, I don't know.
I guess it does seem kind of
counter-progressive or something.
CHARLOTTE: It's bullshit.
It's fascist, misogynistic bullshit.
- MONROE: Hmm.
- (TV PLAYING)
You know, you should really pay
attention to this kind of stuff.
Read a newspaper once in a while.
Yeah, you've said that.
(CHANGING CHANNELS)
I'm gonna get some ice.
KIMMIE: Your mom's really gorgeous.
I don't know. I guess.
Aren't you afraid she's gonna find out
about you and Monroe?
What if they get married? It's so sick.
Obviously, I can't tell her
about, you know...
I mean, what am I supposed to say?
Mom, I'm sleeping with your boyfriend.
Yeah.
Maybe I'll tell her
when we're both old and gray,
and Monroe is cold in his grave.
You know?
Do you think I should start
ironing my hair straight?
Or is it sort of classic like this?
Kimmie's kind of white trash,
don't you think?
She is not.
No, I mean it in a good way.
You know, she's like down-to-earth.
I love her Farrah Fawcett hairdo.
It's so a la mode.
I mean, I'm glad your hair's not like that.
I'm just saying it looks cute on her.
Boys love Kimmie.
Really?
I don't know.
I mean, I think she looks better
in pants than she does in skirts.
Her ankles are sort of thick, I think.
Mom.
I don't want to brag, but I was
quite a piece when I was your age.
I don't know what's wrong with you.
I'd think you'd be more into boys.
Even Gretel has a boyfriend.
I mean, he's just a weird, little
Italian boy in her class, but still.
Don't you like anybody?
You can tell me.
- No. (CHUCKLES)
- No?
MINNIE: Mmm-mmm.
When I was in high school,
well, boys were all over me.
Like my dad?
Yeah.
Yeah, your dad and I
were crazy about each other.
He wasn't messed up then.
I mean, he was just a wannabe artist
with a fuck-the-world attitude.
And he rode a Triumph Blackbird.
Have I ever told you that?
Fuck, it was fantastic.
And my parents hated him. It was so hot.
You know, you're not gonna have
that bod forever, Min.
I know that's not very feminist
of me to say,
but you might be happier if you put it
out there a little bit, you know?
Wear some makeup?
Wear a skirt once in a while?
Jesus. Get some attention.
You have a kind of power, you know.
You just...
You don't know it yet.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
- No, no, no, no, no. Keep going.
- (BREATHING HEAVILY)
Keep going. Keep going.
Oh, come on. Come on.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
We have to stop this.
Why would you say that?
Do you think I'm fat?
(CHUCKLES)
You're so fucking confusing
with your adult codes and bullshit.
Minnie.
I'm used to the more honest means
of communication used between children.
You know, I'm almost still a child.
You know?
Yeah, I know that.
That's why I said we have to stop.
(MONROE EXHALES DEEPLY)
I don't know what it is.
You have some kind of hold on me.
(MONROE GROANS)
But I don't want it to stop.
MINNIE: Maybe I should
just ignore everything.
But I like sex.
I wanna get laid right now.
I really like getting fucked.
Does everyone think about fucking
as much as I do?
That's Aline Kominsky, man.
It's good shit.
Check it out, Girl Scout.
Expand your mind.
MINNIE: I've decided, Aline Kominsky
is my favorite cartoonist.
She must be beautiful and work
all the time at a little drawing table
with R. Crumb nearby
at his drawing table.
And they discuss their drawings
and their pens.
I imagine they're happy.
I wish I knew someone who was happy.
(CHARLOTTE CRYING)
I feel like all of Monroe's
excuses not to come here,
are excuses not to see me.
My mom thinks it's about her.
"Dear Monroe, I know you think I'm fat.
"But I don't care, because I know that
"black guys, the world over,
and also Italian construction workers
"and wetbacks and old men
and also some lesbians like fat girls,
"even if you don't, so there.
"Love, Little Minnie."
Heading out this morning into the sun
Riding on the diamond waves,
little darlin' one
Warm wind caress her
Her lover it seems
Oh, Annie
Dreamboat Annie...
(PHONE RINGING)
- Hello?
- PASCAL: Minnie.
Pascal.
- Don't sound so excited.
- Sorry.
Uh, you get that biology test back?
B-minus.
And are we happy with that?
How's New York?
You would love it here.
The libraries alone
elevate it far above San Francisco.
Sounds cool.
New York City, it's such a great place
for a young lady.
You could live with me.
I was your surrogate father for years,
and, you know,
that doesn't end just because your mother
and I are no longer legally bound.
I am gonna send you a book on flies.
Uh, where's your mother?
I don't know.
She's not back from work yet.
Is she coming home today?
I guess. She didn't say she wasn't.
She usually finishes at the library
around 6:00.
So, who's she going out with these days?
I didn't say she was going out with anyone.
You don't even listen to me, Pascal.
That's not true, Minnie.
Besides, Mom isn't even really partying.
She's like a monk or a nun or whatever.
Well, don't tell her I was
asking about her, okay?
It'd just complicate things
between she and I.
I just finished The Final Days.
MINNIE: "Dear Aline Kominsky. Hello.
"My name is Minnie Goetze,
and I'm an aspiring cartoonist.
"I'm a huge fan of yours.
"Most cartoons don't amuse me at all,
but I absolutely love yours.
"I just completed my first real comic.
It's only one page.
"It's about walking around in the city.
"I used India ink, but I wasn't sure
what kind of paper to use.
"What do you use?
With admiration, Minnie Goetze."
It stirs up a kind of
frustrated passion in my heart
to think about Monroe sometimes.
To think about him out with my mother.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
CHARLOTTE: Careful.
ANDREA: Fine.
MONROE: Where're you going?
Just one, sir.
CHARLOTTE: No. No, no, no.
Don't be such a drag.
We haven't even sung to you yet.
- I'm tired.
- CHARLOTTE: Come on.
No, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good.
All right, I'm gonna make another toast,
toast from... For his birthday.
To Monroe's birthday.
It will never get better than this.
- What?
- (GLASS CLINKING)
It's never gonna get any better than 35.
Kill me.
- Happy birthday.
- No. Happy birthday.
- It's not my birthday.
- No? But it's your...
- Mmm.
- (CHUCKLES)
- You're such a fucking good woman.
- Mmm.
There aren't enough women like you
in California.
- Thank you.
- Right, Burt?
- Right, Burt? Right, Burt?
- BURT: That's right.
Oh, Minnie! Guys, Minnie's here!
Such a good little shit.
Minnie, come.
It's my birthday.
WOMAN: (SINGING ON STEREO)
...runway number five
Next plane to London and I'm missin' him
To Minnie.
She's such a great kid.
ANDREA: To Minnie.
MONROE: To Minnie.
Only hope by leavin'
I don't break his heart...
MINNIE: I wonder if anybody loves me
who I don't know about.
- Hey, Minnie.
- Hey, Chuck.
I heard you got put on academic probation.
You might get kicked out.
Yeah.
Bogue.
MINNIE: I don't care.
I wanna be an artist, anyway,
so school is essentially pointless for me.
(CHUCKLES)
- I'll be right back.
- Uh...
Slut.
If it isn't, Mon chri.
What are you doing right now?
What are you waiting for?
Don't be scared.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Hold on.
Let's turn over. Turn. Just turn.
Okay.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
See? See, slower.
(MOANING)
(LAUGHS)
(MOANS)
Like a precious star
Ooh, like a precious star you are
Ooh, like a precious star you are
I wanna spend my life with you
Ooh, like a precious star you are
And will you love me
Like you said when we met child
(CAR HORN HONKS)
Ooh, like a precious star you are
Come on, fat ass.
Ooh, like the silver moon above
Is the night right for love
Are we gonna go to your place?
I thought you wanted to
look at boats with me.
Well, yeah, I do.
But then are we gonna go to your place?
What are you?
Some kind of nympho or something?
No. Fuck you. You're so disgusting.
I don't even know
why you brought me here.
Come on.
Don't get nervous in the service, okay?
We're just gonna look
at this boat real quick.
You look nice today.
What?
You look pretty.
And you're not fat.
You know, you have a great body.
I do not. (CHUCKLES)
Come on aboard, take a look around.
- I'll wait for you up on the dock.
- MONROE: Thank you, sir.
- MINNIE: Thanks.
- You're welcome.
Whoo!
Freeport style!
- I dig it. It's nice, huh?
- I guess.
- Here you go.
- Thanks.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
So, you wanna take a trip
around the world?
You can be my first mate.
Like Gilligan?
Like Gilligan.
I'll put you to work in the galley.
Get a little cat for the ship.
It's like a little house.
Are you really gonna get it?
Mmm.
I kind of wish it was blue.
Yeah, me, too.
Yeah, but I really am gonna
get a boat, though.
I just have to wait
till my vitamin business takes off.
See, I'm gonna build up
this mail order empire.
And then I'll retire
when I'm 45, just sell it all.
Get my boat.
Become the captain of my own destiny.
- Wait. Minnie, Minnie.
- What?
We gotta lay low.
You draw too much attention to us.
- I can do what I want.
- No.
Stop it.
- You afraid the sailor is gonna hear us?
- No.
You chicken? (CHUCKLES)
I warned you.
Someone is asking for it, huh?
You need to be
- restrained!
- (SCREAMS)
Don't touch me, you big, fat lout!
(GIGGLES)
(MONROE GRUNTS)
You're getting feisty, huh!
Stop wiggling, woman!
(SQUEALS)
God!
(GIGGLES)
Oh, yeah? Is this what you want?
Help! Help, I'm being raped!
(SHUSHING)
(GRUNTS)
(LAUGHS)
(SNORING)
I don't think you should
show these to anyone.
Why?
Well, they're gonna weird people out.
They're kind of freaky.
Are these supposed to be sexy?
All right, I gotta take you home.
- No.
- Yes.
No. No, no, no. I don't wanna go yet.
Well, it's time.
Come on.
Why are you trying to get rid of me?
Oh, my God.
MINNIE: It's not fair.
I never see you.
I am gonna run outside completely naked.
I bet your neighbor will see me.
MONROE: Stop. It's not funny.
(CHUCKLES)
No.
Yes.
Will you tell me about your parents?
- No.
- Please.
You tell my mother everything
about your life.
Minnie, you're fucking hyper.
I gotta take you home. It's late.
Hey. Come back here.
Hey!
(MONROE SIGHS)
I think we need to
talk about our relationship.
Oh, really?
I'm serious.
Well, I know you are.
- Don't laugh at me.
- I'm not laughing.
- Don't!
- Ow! (CHUCKLING) I'm not.
Don't... Get your hands off me.
Get your hands off me or...
- Or what?
- Or I'm gonna tell my mother!
Get dressed.
You can't take it?
- Get dressed, I'm taking you home.
- No!
You ruined it, Minnie!
You're a fucking child!
I should tell your mother!
You want that?
You're manipulating me!
Well, I'm not having it!
(CRYING)
I hate you.
Yeah, well, I like you.
(SCREAMING)
MINNIE: Fuck Monroe.
He's just a dirty old man.
- (MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)
- (GROWLS)
(SINGING ALONG) Down on the street
Where the faces shine
Floatin' around I'm
A real low mind
See a pretty thing
Ain't no wall
No wall
No wall
No wall
Minnie, look at me. Look.
MINNIE: Oh, my God.
Ah! I swear I feel Iggy Pop's dick.
You have to try this.
Okay. All right.
(CHUCKLES)
It does feel like he has
a tiny dick in there!
Oh, and it's hard, too. (LAUGHS)
I would suck Iggy Pop's dick.
Eh. Too gay.
KIMMIE: No, he's androgynous. It's hot.
Oh, hey, you know that mixed couple
I babysit for?
Mmm-hmm.
Well, anyway, the dad,
Marcus, he's black.
God, I love black guys.
They always look so tough
and smell so gutsy.
I give him blowjobs all the time.
- No way.
- Yeah.
He comes home early from bowling
while his skinny white wife
is still out with her girlfriends,
and I suck his dick
until tears come to my eyes.
I have to rub Vaseline all over my lips,
because his dick is so big,
it feels like my mouth is gonna rip
at the corners.
What? Wait. How big is it, really?
He wants to screw me,
but I'm way too scared.
MINNIE: And now, the making of a harlot.
She was a young girl driven astray
by the lustful lure of the flesh.
She looked every bit the harlot
she was bound to become.
With her brassiere straps exposed,
her tight pants rode up snugly
at the crotch, almost like a horse,
when viewed from behind.
He was a beautiful junior,
rich and famous in high school.
His name? Ricky Wasserman.
(RICKY GRUNTS)
What?
It's just so intense.
I mean, there's something
about having sex with you, Minnie,
kind of scares me.
Look, you're just so passionate.
MINNIE: Huh?
I mean, I've just never experienced
someone who has sex like that.
ANIMATED RICKY: Oh, no!
Mom!
Mom?
Oh, Minnie. Minnie's home.
Oh, come here. Oh, my girl.
My girl, girl, girl. (KISSES)
- Andrea, look how pretty she is.
- ANDREA: Yeah.
She's like a little doll.
MINNIE: My mother doesn't touch me
if she can avoid it.
She used to touch me a lot,
in a motherly way, when I was little.
But then...
There's something sexual
about Minnie's need
for physical affection from you.
It's not natural.
Hey! Come on, lazy bones!
WOMAN: (SINGING ON STEREO)
What I'm about to do
Help me.
I can't lose with the stuff I use
I got everything
Come on, Minnie.
I wanna dance with you, too.
(CHARLOTTE HOOTS)
And if it's good to you
Hey, it's got to be good for you
(ALL LAUGHING)
ANDREA: We should send Minnie out
to go get us some more wine.
CHARLOTTE: We're out of it already?
How long have you been home?
I thought you were working late.
Oh, I'm tough enough to satisfy
I got love good enough to advertise
I got fired from the library,
that's why I'm not working late.
Okay?
Does that make you happy?
Don't worry about it, honey.
It's not you.
(CROWD CHEERING)
Baby, if you just say you care
Follow you most anywhere
Roll away the stone
Oh, Miss Thing! You girls look so elegant.
I love your eyes.
Kimmie did us both.
KIMMIE: I'll do you, Frankie.
You'll look so hot.
What about you, Chuck?
- Do you wanna get a makeover?
- No.
Is Frankie your boyfriend?
I wouldn't blame you.
- Bitch, you are looking foxy.
- FRANKIE: Thanks, baby.
...love again
Roll away the stone
Roll away the stone
Hey.
You're tough.
What are you, a truck driver
or something?
I can't believe you smoked pot
with Tabatha. She's so disgusting.
You don't know her. She's cool.
Hey, boys.
Oh, they're cute. (CHUCKLES)
I want them to buy me another drink.
Do you think that they would think
that we're prostitutes?
(LAUGHS)
KIMMIE: That would be amazing.
Hookers have all the fucking power.
Everybody knows that.
I've been practicing my prostitute walk.
- Watch.
- Okay.
(INAUDIBLE)
What happened?
I said it was five bucks
for us to suck their dicks.
- Fifteen for the fuck of their fucking lives.
- (GASPS)
They're counting their money.
(BOTH LAUGHS)
I don't think we should have done that.
KIMMIE: Yeah, I was just thinking
the same thing.
I feel weird and creepy about it.
Yeah. I do, too.
Maybe we should promise each other
never to do anything like that again.
Agreed.
- PASCAL: Bonjour.
- Bonjour, Pascal.
No, don't you remember
how I taught you how to shake hands?
Come on. You do it firmly.
You look directly in the other
man's eyes, thinking to yourself,
I'm better than you, you son of a bitch.
GRETEL: Let me try.
PASCAL: Bravo, bravissima.
Sit, sit, sit.
I got you espressos. Yours is decaf.
I don't get to see you two enough.
Just so you know, Pascal,
I have to be at my friend's house by 3:00.
Gretel, call me Dad, please.
Geez, okay.
Look at you young ladies,
you look so much older.
- How's school?
- BOTH: Fine.
How's your mother?
- Oh, she's doing really...
- She got fired.
- Gretel!
- What?
She what?
She got laid off. It wasn't her fault.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Okay, you know,
what you girls may not understand
about your mother
is she is, and has always been, incapable
of taking responsibility for her own life.
Don't talk about our mom
like that, please.
Yeah, Pascal,
don't talk about our mom like that.
Dad. It's Dad.
And, okay, fine,
just stop with the inquisition.
I'm gonna go see if they have iced tea.
I hate coffee.
It's espresso.
You know, I'm not the bad guy here.
Just because your mother and I
no longer share a marital bed...
Oh, my God. Gross.
You have to understand,
it's difficult to go from raising you
and your sister
to barely having a say
in any of your decisions.
Whose choice was that?
Well, if you must know,
it was your mother's.
And that is not to say
I was without fault,
but she became increasingly frightening
to me in some sense.
She does not live life
according to rules I understand.
Pascal, do you really want to help?
Yes, I do. Of course I do.
Mom doesn't have a job anymore.
She's looking for another one.
But we kind of don't have any money.
- Ah.
- She doesn't know I'm asking you.
I get it. You're just trying
to help. But...
(CLEARS THROAT) You know, Minnie,
neither of us can help her.
That's bullshit.
You could help if you cared about us.
I care about you, Minnie.
I care about your well-being.
Why do you think it's me who's paying
for that rich, hippy school of yours?
'Cause you just want everyone to think
that your step-kid is good at science,
or something.
You don't really care about me.
Okay, this conversation is closed.
You're getting emotional.
Fine.
But...
If your mom wants something from me,
she needs to ask me herself.
- GRETEL: Ask you what, Pascal?
- (LOUDLY) Dad! For fuck's sake!
(TV PLAYING)
What are you doing here?
You forgot this.
Is Charlotte here?
No, sir.
MAN: (ON TV) You have something
she wants, and she can be pretty grabby.
Well, I'll be horn-swaggled.
A solid gold talking flute
with a diamond skin condition.
- Have her call me.
- MONROE: Yes, sir.
We better go see Dr. Blinky.
He's a man of great knowledge.
Also, head of my anti-smog, pollution
and witch committee.
I feel so awkward and ugly
and naive and lonely.
ANIMATED ALINE: I know how you feel.
I have no friends.
I don't want to go to school ever again.
Nobody loves me.
Maybe I should kill myself.
No. Alienation is good for your art.
Maybe I should paint a picture.
I should paint a picture.
It doesn't matter what kind of art you do,
you just have to do it.
I wanna discipline myself to draw every day.
That's what I have to do, right?
I get distracted sometimes.
I'm overwhelmed by my all-consuming
thoughts about sex and men.
I always wanna be touched.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I don't know either.
Maybe you're a nympho.
(LAUGHING) I'm fucking with your head.
Everybody wants to be touched.
I bet I'll listen to these tapes
in a decade or so.
If I'm still alive.
Reminiscing over my wild teenage-hood.
Maybe I'll even let my husband hear.
But he may get too jealous.
People say I'm a lion at heart
But they don't know what I am
People say that I stand apart
But they just don't understand
Every night when the darkness falls
I'll be there at your beck and call
I'm a fool for you, baby
I'm a fool right now
People say I'm a man of means
But my pants are full of holes
People say I'm a holy child
But I'm rich down to my soul
All I need is you close beside me
All I need is to satisfy you
I'm a fool for you, baby
I'm a fool right now
I'm a fool for you, baby
I'm a fool in love
Hey
Every morning when the sun comes up
And all your dreams, they slip away
I see your face and I understand
You're the only one
MINNIE: What we did gets me sick.
It was so pornographic.
The sexual nature of Kimmie Minter
is a viscous cervical mucus
that always welcomes mating.
She didn't bring my waffles yet?
- Not yet.
- I'm starving.
So, where'd Monroe go this morning?
EST.
It's this personal growth workshop thing
he's doing in Sacramento.
That's hilarious.
He's trying to better himself.
I think it's noble.
- You don't understand him.
- Minnie...
You don't. It's not your fault.
I mean, I know you try,
but he's tough to get to know.
He doesn't let many people in.
Look, you don't have to be worried.
It's just a one-time experience,
it's no big deal.
I know.
It's not like I love him or anything.
I mean, not that you do.
I love Monroe.
I do.
Okay.
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
MONROE: Minnie.
- It's me.
- Monroe.
How's EST?
I kind of got arrested
for drunk driving.
- What?
- Yeah.
And I didn't have any shoes on.
And I didn't have my wallet.
Don't worry, it's fine.
'Cause, the cop was... (CHUCKLING)
He was really, really nice
and he let me ride around
in his car all night,
chasing bad guys until I sobered up.
(MONROE CHUCKLING)
Isn't that pretty wild?
Yeah.
I don't know.
I just wanted to tell you about it.
And, uh, you know,
I knew that you would be the only one
who'd appreciate it.
Hey, could you just talk?
He loves me.
CHARLOTTE: Well, have you!
MONROE: Are you crazy?
She's just a kid.
Yeah, she may just be a kid,
but she's still got tits and ass.
I think you can see
that as well as I can.
Pascal needs to have the fucking shit
kicked out of him.
Why do you think he would say
something like that?
Because he doesn't want you to be happy.
He can't deal with the fact
that you've moved on, and he hasn't.
You are so full of shit, Monroe!
I've seen you staring at her tits!
MONROE: (CHUCKLING)
My God, are you... What are you saying?
I don't even know if she has tits. No.
I don't. Maybe she does,
maybe she doesn't.
How would I know? I don't look.
I was probably looking at your tits,
and you got confused.
- Jesus Christ.
- Honey, come sit.
Sit down, sit down, sit down. Shh.
Breathe.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
Okay, okay, okay.
Have a little sip of this.
Don't let Mr. PhD
manipulate you like this.
You're an independent woman.
You don't take shit from anyone.
Right?
CHARLOTTE: Uh-huh. Yeah.
(KISSES)
MONROE: Oh, look at you.
What else could I possibly want?
Nothing.
CHARLOTTE: I guess it is kind of crazy.
- It's just that Pascal said that...
- MONROE: I don't want to hear his name.
It's all in here.
Is it?
Yes.
Oh, hello.
Yeah, there they are.
(CHARLOTTE CHUCKLES)
She's beginning to suspect.
You make it so obvious.
I'm only human,
whether you realize it or not.
And I have feelings, too, you know?
But I know how to keep things in check,
not let it go too far.
And you, you don't.
I'm afraid you're gonna
end up getting hurt.
I think it's better to end it now.
MINNIE: Everything is so loveless
and mediocre.
I know how you feel. Trust me.
I've been in love once myself.
(MINNIE SNIFFLES)
MINNIE: I hate men.
(CRYING)
I hate men, but I fuck them hard,
hard, hard and thoughtlessly,
because I hate them so much.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- GRETEL: Minnie, are you okay?
- Leave me alone, fuck face!
(CRIES LOUDLY)
MINNIE: I hate myself.
I fucking hate myself.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Can I do anything?
Actually, do you still have that acid
you got from your brother?
I'm going insane, and it's your fault!
Can we just take a little nap for a second?
I didn't sleep last night.
It's not just up to you
to say this is over.
I have a say in this, too.
I hate seeing you like this.
We are gonna have a talk.
I want... I want... I want us to talk.
Why don't you just let me sleep
for half an hour first?
- No.
- I didn't sleep last night at all.
Half an hour and then
we'll talk about everything.
- Just a half an hour.
- That's it.
Just sleep, I swear. Come on.
- This is my life.
- Yeah.
So, did you fuck anyone this week?
Why do you care?
You haven't been calling,
so you must be getting it from somewhere.
Well...
I did meet this guy at the movies.
This black guy with a huge dick.
Oh, yeah?
Well, what happened?
He fucked me in the back of his car.
Really?
Just like that, huh?
Yeah.
I wanted it.
So, some stranger comes up to you
who wants to fuck you,
and you say, "Yes."
You gotta be a bit more careful,
Little Minnie.
You could end up fucking some weirdo
or a killer.
(GROANS)
Okay.
If we made love, would it screw you up?
Honestly?
I won't get attached. I promise.
(MOANS)
MINNIE: This is incredible.
I see...
Everything.
(GASPS)
I knew it.
MONROE: No, don't do that!
Oh, fuck.
(GIGGLES)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
No.
Get off the bed. Get off the bed now!
It's level with the windows.
It's gonna kill you.
Get off the bed now.
Minnie.
- I like the bed.
- They're gonna see you.
- (CHUCKLES)
- Why won't you listen to me?
Get off the bed.
Quietly. Quietly, get off the bed.
Get off the bed, now. Come here.
Come here, that one. Come!
Why won't you listen to me?
Minnie, get off the bed now!
Be quiet, be quiet.
Get off the bed.
Stay low, stay low.
(BREATHING HEAVILY) Good.
Good. I think we're safe.
Why is this happening?
I need you, Minnie.
(CRYING)
I need you to take care of me now.
I love you.
What?
I love you.
You don't love me?
I do.
(CRYING) You don't love me.
- I...
- No! No, no, you don't love me.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you so much.
I love you.
I love you.
No.
No, you don't.
I love you.
MONROE: I love you.
(CONTINUES CRYING)
I love you.
MONROE: I love you.
MINNIE: He was vulnerable and weak.
It was all I'd ever wanted,
and now I had no desire for it.
(SHOWER RUNNING)
MONROE: You know, I was thinking,
if you can keep it together,
we could really date when you turn 18.
I mean, it's not that far away.
I might even have my boat by then.
I've already received my first shipment
of the vitamin power tabs.
Fucking far out, by the way.
MINNIE: I refuse to be
some sniveling cry-baby.
I'm a fucking woman,
and this is my life.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
Hi.
Hey.
TABATHA: Your hand is hot.
It means you're alive.
You've got blood in your veins.
You scared?
To try it?
No.
I'm not afraid of anything.
- No?
- No.
I'm not afraid of knives or guns,
or fire or poison,
rape,
or being kidnapped and tortured,
or brainwashed, hypnotized
like that Patty Hearst girl.
Are you afraid of me?
A little.
(FIREWORKS EXPLODING)
MINNIE: (ON TAPE) ...like they would die
if I were gone.
- Maybe Monroe could love me like that.
- (TURNS OFF)
How long has this been going on?
What?
When did this start?
Mom...
(VOICE BREAKING) How long, Minnie?
How long?
GRETEL: Mom? What's happening?
Minnie? Mom?
Gretel, out!
Who started it, you?
I knew it.
I knew it. I fucking knew it.
And he made me feel
like I was fucking crazy, and I knew it!
Mom. Mom, I wanted to tell you.
I can't fucking look at you.
Stay here.
(SLAMS DOOR)
Fuck! No!
No.
Mom?
MONROE: There she is.
How you doin', kiddo?
Minnie, Monroe's got something
he has to tell you.
MONROE: Hmm?
- Sit down.
- MONROE: Let's just all relax, you know?
- Take it easy for a minute.
- No, let's just get into it.
Let's get right to it. Right?
Isn't that what people do?
Okay. Uh... Minnie...
Your mother and I, we've been talking,
and she, or we, thought that...
(CLICKS TONGUE)
...maybe you and I should get married.
You're drunk.
I'm not drunk.
I mean, we get along pretty well.
Don't you think? I think we do.
That's not the point,
that you get along with her.
That's not the point.
The point is that you
fucked my daughter,
and so you're gonna marry her.
That's the point.
Mom.
What?
It's true, right? He porked you?
He porked you,
and so now he's gotta marry you!
- People are staring.
- Who cares? Fuck you.
What, are you embarrassed?
You embarrassed
that you porked my daughter?
Are you crazy? Stop saying "pork."
Do not talk to me like that.
Not right now.
I got married when I was around
your age, it's not so bad.
MONROE: I said I would marry her.
And I will.
I'm a man of my word.
- All right, then.
- MONROE: Mmm.
Great. You can marry her,
and then you can fuck her any time you want.
MONROE: Mmm. Oh, yeah.
- Minnie.
- Just let her go.
What I want
Hey, truck driver.
I want now
And it's a whole lot more
Than anyhow
I want to fly
Fly a fountain
I want to jump, jump, jump
Jump a mountain
I understand all
Destructive urges
But it seems so perfect
I see
I see no evil
I'm runnin' wild with the one I love
I'm going crazy with the one I love
How could you make it
with the one I love
Discard the feelings of the one you love
MINNIE: It's not a lit-up streetlight hazy
darkness like most nights.
It is a black crisp night
and my eyes are like headlights.
I've become nothing, finally
No home, no school, no money.
I haven't been home in days.
I don't know how it happened, really
MINNIE: Who's Mike again?
TABATHA: My friend.
You met him last night. He's cool.
MINNIE: He has so many stairs.
I wanna go back to bed.
We will.
We just gotta make this one stop first, okay?
Like we talked about?
Mike's been asking about you.
So, I told him I'd come by.
He's got really good 'ludes. (CHUCKLES)
Right.
You like that, don't you?
Don't I know how to take care of my girl?
I'm hungry, though.
Everybody thinks you're so sexy.
Those eyes and that ass.
It's a good thing I'm not insecure,
otherwise I might be getting
all possessive and shit.
Possessive of me?
With guys like Mike lusting after you.
But it's not a big deal.
I'm not uptight,
and you're not uptight, right?
What's not a big deal?
It'll be very quick.
He only takes a few minutes.
I need you to do this for me, okay?
You gonna do this for me, baby?
Yeah.
Good.
Good. You're doing good.
Baby, you hungry?
We're making grilled cheese.
Yeah, she's real young. You like that?
(COUGHS)
Minnie?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
God damn it, Minnie.
MINNIE: Sorry.
(CRIES)
Are you okay?
Are you okay?
- Yeah.
- Oh, my God, we were so worried about you.
- I looked everywhere for you.
- You did?
Of course.
I've been looking all night. I've looked
every single night since you left.
I was so afraid...
- MINNIE: I'm so sorry.
- It's okay. Shh.
I'm sorry.
(SNIFFLES)
- I wanted to tell you about Monroe.
- No.
- I really did. I just...
- Stop.
- ...didn't know how to tell you.
- No, please.
- And I knew that you would be...
- Don't.
Okay?
I can't talk about that.
Ever. Okay?
(SNIFFLES)
- Okay.
- Okay.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
ALINE'S VOICE: "Dear Minnie,
thank you for your letter.
"It is refreshing to receive
a letter from a girl,
"because most letters I get
are from greasy fan boys
"who think that I'm cute.
"Keep drawing those comics.
Keep drawing anything you can.
"Just keep drawing.
"Oh, and I use Indian ink as well.
"Love, Aline Kominsky."
Wrap your troubles in dreams
Send them all away
Put them in a bottle and
Across the seas
MINNIE: Did you ever go back to
your preschool once you had gotten big,
and everything looked miniature,
like the chairs and the monkey bars,
just much smaller than you remembered?
I know nothing's changed,
but everything looks
totally different to me now.
Just steal yourself a holiday
Crouching by the door
MINNIE: It's 50 cents.
Oh, thanks.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Hey.
You're alone, or...
No, Gretel's with me.
She went to find a bathroom.
MONROE: Ah.
She had to pee.
Yeah.
So, you wanna buy a drawing?
Or a 'zine?
(SNIFFS)
I have no money, you know?
Jogging shorts and all.
Here, take this one.
You can give the 50 cents to my mom
the next time you see her.
Oh.
Thank you.
Goodbye, Monroe.
Goodbye, Minnie.
MINNIE: I'm better than you,
you son of a bitch.
MAN: (SINGING)
We can run to the mountains
We can sail the Emerald Sea
Drop a coin...
MINNIE: I always thought
I wanted to be exactly like my mom.
I got a girl
She's sick as can be
All the other boys wanna be like me
MINNIE: But she thinks she needs a man
to be happy.
I don't.
Danny
If anyone asks, we're sisters.
Well I chased that girl
round the Frisco Bay
Don't believe everything your mama say
And, oh
MINNIE: So, maybe nobody loves me.
Maybe nobody will ever love me.
But maybe it's not about
being loved by somebody else.
We can run to the mountains
We can sail the Emerald Sea
Drop a coin in every fountain
'Cause it's true when I wake up
and I see you next to me
'Cause it's true when I wake up
and I see you next to me
MINNIE: This is for all the girls
when they have grown.
Signing off, trusty diary.
Love, Minnie Goetze.
What did you dream about last night?
How did you feel when you woke up today?
I had a dream about you last night
Why do they always end the same way?
I wanna know what happened last night
After you closed your eyes
Was it scary or weird?
Or do you not remember
Did you want it to end or reprise?
You don't have to dream
About me
I can't help but dream
About you
Woo, and there is nothing you can do
Woo, and there is nothing you can do
I had a dream where I was a princess
And I had to rule but I didn't know how
And before I could learn,
I turned into someone
I knew long ago but I don't know now
Then there's the one
where I'm watching my own life
Sung like an opera without any sound
When they get to the part
with the falling in love
The conductor runs off
and the curtain comes down
You don't have to dream
About me
But I can't help but dream
About you
Woo, and there is nothing you can do
Woo, and there is nothing you can do
I wake up and remember
Exactly how you feel
So pinch me, baby
'Cause it's hard to know what's real
You put the postcard I sent
Under your pillow just to see
I don't care if it worked or what
It's enough that you're trying
to dream about me