Something matter with the cuisine?
Well, Mom I'll tell you, when two of your friends die in the same day, let me know what it does to your appetite.
You're just tired, don't think I haven't noticed you haven't been sleeping young lady. That has got to stop, honey.
Adolescent anxiety... this will make it better.
[confused, she looks at lemonade which is murky. SHe drops the glass, which shatters onto the table]
Oh God! What did you do?!
Oh please!
Look Kristen I'm sorry it's just...
Sorry?! Sorry after you and your tennis pals torched this guy and now he's after me?! In case you haven't been keeping score, it's his **** banquet, and I'm the last course.
Kristen, we went over this in therapy!
No mother, you just murdered me. Take that to your god damn therapy.
Kristen!
[runs out of the dining room, sedated and falling]
