Every Secret Thing

- Woman: "So, he skipped"... - Girl: Skipped from the...

Woman: No, no, no. I'm gonna do it alone.

"So he skipped from the oven and into bread dough,

all ready to rise in the night kitchen."

What time is it?

It's almost 10:00.

Why?

After the book, will you do my nails?

You never want me to do your nails.

I know.

But I thought it would be fun.

What time is it, Mom?

Let's see.

It's past your bedtime. It's after 11:00!

Let's make cookies!

- ( Gasps ) - Please?

You're so pretty.

Thank you.

- ( faint barking) - ( Door creaks)

Ronnie? Come in, sweetie.

Ronnie: I didn't want to, but she made me.

- What? - I'm sorry, please. I'm sorry.

Shh. Come here. Come here. Come here.

- Shh. It's okay. - ( Sobbing )

Girl: Why do I have to bring her?

Honey, you've played with her since kindergarten.

She's weird.

Well, all the more reason to be kind.

I don't think Ronnie has any friends, sweetheart.

I like Ronnie.

Then you hang out with her.

Woman: Come on in, sweetie. Come on in.

Is this what you got for the birthday girl?

- Ronnie: My mom got it. - Woman: Yeah?

Boy, you're getting lovelier every day.

Look at your cute figure.

- Ronnie: I don't have a figure. - Woman: Oh, but you will.

And when you do, it's going to be outrageous.

Wait till you see what Alice is wearing.

I didn't want to bring you.

Ronnie: I didn't want to come.

Every day...

- Hey, guys! - Girl: I can do it!

Can anyone do a cannonball?

Anyone?

I can't wait to take you far away.

Don't you know...

Girls: Yay!

Woman: I wonder what that is?

And that with your suit!

- Girl: So cute! - Oh, my God!

Oh, cool.

- Girl: So pretty. - Birthday girl: Thanks.

Oh, my God.

Penelope, your mother has such great taste.

Oh, let me see that.

Who's this from?

Birthday girl: Oh, my God, I wonder what it is.

- It's just a book. - Girl: God, you just told her.

Woman: It's okay, we like books.

Girls: No, we don't.

- ( Girls giggling) - Thanks, Alice.

Well, you should thank my mom.

Girl: She's so weird.

Woman: Well, looks like that's it, honey.

Girl: That girl has a present.

. We'll fly away...

Ronnie: No, don't give it to her.

- Here, Mary. - Thanks.

- Can you feel. - Can you feel...

I'm for real. I'm for real...

Woman: That's...

Thanks, she's... cute.

You're just a stupid bitch.

You don't have to pretend like you like it.

Woman: Excuse me, we don't say that word.

- Alice: Ronnie-l. - Hey, I'm talking to you.

Can't you hear me? Wait!

Woman: Oh, my God!

Mary: You hit my mom!

Ronnie, no. What are you doing?

I think this party is over for you two. Why don't you get your things?

Girl: What's wrong with her?

Why do I have to leave?

- Go. - Alice: Why do I have to leave?

- Girl: Who even invited her? - Girl #2: I don't know.

Ronnie!

Ronnie...!

What everyone was doing was just pissing me off.

Always looking down on other people,

judging everyone, but she literally...

Woman: You want some breakfast?

Alice, you should have some breakfast.

What? No, thanks.

Hey, just say the word and we can paint this room.

It might even be fun.

I ran into Ronnie Fuller's mother at the ATM.

She said Ronnie got a job.

What are you watching?

That one? She's the meanest.

She thinks she's better than everyone else.

- You're being ridiculous. No. - Man on TV: I'm being ridiculous?

Yeah, you're being ridiculous.

Woman: Okay, let's get this day started, shall we?

What are you going to do today?

Look for a job.

- See you later. - Bye.

Alice: "Dear producers",

All the time I see new television shows,

"but I like yours the best."

"I have an idea for a show that maybe you would like"

about people who have been in jail

or gotten in trouble for doing something bad,

but they're actually innocent.

I know I don't look like most people on TV,

but I am on a diet and exercising every day.

And I think people will be interested in my story.

I am only 13,

but I spent a long time in jail for a crime I did not commit.

If people saw me on television,

they would realize that underneath it all,

I am just like everyone else.

I think this show would be educational and popular.

And maybe it would help everyone figure out the truth

"about what actually happened to me."

Woman: Let's see, I'll have three onion.

Oh, and two rolls.

You know what? Since you're about to close,

can I get 14 for the price of a dozen?

Sorry, my manager says no.

But you're just gonna throw them away.

I mean, I come here all the time.

Sure thing. You can have 14.

Woman: Great.

So the rest will be... everything.

Woman: Oh, you know what? I don't have any cash.

Can I write you a check?

- Manager: Certainly. - Great.

Liar.

- Excuse me? - What?

You know what?

I'm gonna need some cash back, too.

Manager: How much are you gonna need?

A hundred.

Manager: Of course, ma'am.

Thanks.

- ( Doorbell jingles) - Ronnie, you're killin' me here.

You can take off.

Thanks, Clarice.

- Girl: Maybe it's because of the table. - Kayla, art is for making a mess.

Don't be so scared. Don't be so afraid.

Kayla: Uh-huh.

Art is not for conforming, art is for creating, right?

Uh, hey, Ms. Manning, can I see you for a second?

Ms. Manning: Uh, just a moment.

All right, you go ahead.

I'll be right back. All right, yeah.

Woman: Kayla's afraid to draw in a goddamn coloring book.

She's afraid she's no good if she doesn't impress you.

Excuse me... Mrs. West?

I teach children to be original,

to express themselves uniquely, independently...

She's eight. Who gives a shit?

I do.

I'm trying to give her an art education.

Regardless of whether or not that is something

that you can understand or appreciate.

I want what's good for my kid.

And if she wants to draw in a fucking coloring book

for the rest of her life, that's okay with me.

- Please. Language. - Well, then, I feel sorry

for your little girl.

You feel sorry for my little girl?

Manning: So tell me a little bit about your job searching.

I tried. I looked a long time.

I was at the mall, asking in clothing stores.

Those jobs are hard to get.

I don't see why you don't try for one of those fast-food places.

I'd rather not work in a fast-food place if I don't have to.

Alice: I don't believe in what they're doing.

I don't.

You won't even eat at those places.

Manning: A person has to work.

So, where did you apply?

Alice: Food Emporium, and Contempo.

I mean, it's called "Wet Seal" now.

Those are union. Don't waste your time.

Food Emporium is, but I didn't find that out until I got there.

Not Wet Seal.

They don't want a girl like me anyway.

Something will come through.

Manning: That's beautiful, honey.

Can I see?

Who wants a sip of mine?

Ronnie: Me!

Yum!

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Alice?

No, thank you.