So what are you hiding from the law or is it just a bad nose job?
Mhm, bad nose job.
So what are you hiding from the law or is it just a bad nose job?
Mhm, bad nose job.
Detailed description?
Brown hair. Brown eyes. [pauses] A unique... ly pleasant personality.
Think pig.
So she's a fat girl?
Try to remember - I'm your son.
That's exactly what I'm trying to forget!
Just speeding things up!
Stop that! (knocks Ho-Ho's out of her daughter’s hand)
That was the last of the Ho-Ho’s! (gets up in a rage) Where’s your credit card? I’m going to the store!
No, no, no! Hey! Look, you want more Ho-Ho’s? We’ll send Jake for some!
Pick me up some chocolate!
And he’ll run too, they always run! I mean, why can’t you accept that? For seven years, I’ve been watching them run! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? Do you?
I’m sorry but we just can’t stop!
We can because as much as I want to believe that there’s one man who won’t run away, one man who... who... (stares at the TV set and sees Max)
Sweet loving angels of all things merciful!
He had to. He was there!
Yes! Go!
No! I can't just...
Oh, just go!
Do you have any other pig parts?
No!
With such a large nose, do you smell better than the rest of us?
All Halloween I've been running into someone I used to know.
Yes, yes she did.
What happened?
I couldn't give her what she wanted.
What did she want?
To be free.
Good God, he licked me.
Edward, don't lick Max.
And we lived happily ever after - well, happily ever after so far at least.
I don't get it. What does it mean?
Well, you tell me what you think it means.
Rich people stink!
It's always the mother's fault.
It's not the power of the curse - it's the power you give the curse.
Helleborus orientalis. They're amazing; they bloom even in the winter.
That's cool.
They just pop up without any help from anyone.
Kind of like my ex-boyfriend, if you know what I mean.
I'm not the one who ran, Mother!
Well, of course they run, dear. [suddenly angry] When you spring yourself on them like that! Do you think I showed your father my mole on our first date? No. I had the good sense to wait until after we were married!
I didn't show him my "mole", Mother. I showed him (leans over the bannister) my face!
Wait! He's still a blue-blood! He can break the curse.
Max, I know this face repulses you... And I wouldn't, I wouldn't dream of asking you to accept it.
No... No... No...
But this isn't me, the real me is inside here somewhere just waiting to get out and you can make that happen and once the curse is broken I'll be just like anybody else.
What if the curse doesn't get broken? What if the curse can never be broken?
Then I'll kill myself. I promise, I promise I will. Marry me, Max. Marry me.
I can't.
Get out.
I'm...
Get out. Get out!
What? I'm being her mother! That's what mothers do with daughters; they talk about how to look prettier.
Y'know you inspired me, doing what you did, going off on your own like that.