Freak City

Woman: Ruth! Hope you got your butt out of that bed!

Where is everybody?

Out here, gram.

Are you up?

I'm up.

Oh, come on, up and at 'em.

Nasty can lay around, but we've got things to do.

Not before breakfast.

How do you want your eggs?

Scrambled but not runny.

Ha ha! In five years you ever get runny eggs?

How about I rent a movie?

Yeah, I thought maybe some porno?

Okay! Okay!

How about some Sci-Fi?

Gram? You break something?

Grandma?

Grandma?

Unh!

( Phone ringing )

Hello.

Ruthie-- oh, Ruth. Look, I can't

talk right now, I got the kids' breakfast on.

Aunt Evelyn, grandma's dead.

Oh, my god.

Well-- well, why didn't you let us know?!

She's in the kitchen.

Oh-- well, uh, look, ruthie, you just stay put

and Tom and I will be over there just as soon as we can,

soon as he's had his eggs.

Easy, Evelyn, don't exhaust yourself with grief.

Bye.

Bye.

Oh, gram.

Man: Lewellyn is a skilled nursing facility serving both

mentally and physically challenged individuals.

Evelyn: Ruthie, take your sunglasses off.

We try to work with the families of our people, so that

the payments don't become burdensome.

Lewellyn maint-- oh. Uh-- lewellyn maintains a full-time

staff, along with our many volunteers, of course.

Our doctors are on call 24 hours a day, so basically we

can handle just about anything.

How about a small explosion?

Ahem.

We like our people to stay as busy as possible.

Is there anything in particular you're interested in studying?

Arson?

Evelyn: Ruthie!

Please! Please call my husband!

Lady! Get off of me!

Call my husband, please!

Please call him! He doesn't know where I am!

Now, Mrs. Honeywell, you know you live here. Nurse!

Help me! Please!

Veronica, please.

Mrs. Honeywell, come along.

Mrs. Honeywell is one of our oldest residents.

Just give me a shovel, I'll Bury her myself.

We also house people with cognitive problems and head

injuries, and we house a number of the developmentally

challenged.

Hey.

Welcome to freak city.

You want a tour?

Come up to my room, I'll give you a little tour.

Ruth: You're not seriously gonna do this?

Evelyn: Ruthie.

Tom: Shut up, Ruth.

Miss Ellison, it appears that before he died, your father gave

your aunt a durable power of attorney for your healthcare

and your property.

She can't do this!

Mrs. Lissard is responsible for acting in your best

interests, including your placement here at lewellyn.

I promised your father you would be taken care of.

You're sure taking care of me, aren't you, Evelyn?

Is this your signature?

Yeah.

Apparently when you turned eighteen you yourself

authorized this.

Yeah, but I didn't read any of that shit.

Evelyn, look.

Listen, I'll work for you, okay?

I'll clean! I'll baby-sit!

Now, ruthie, maybe it will be just for a little while.

Life, Evelyn, is just for a little while.

Look, I gotta use the bathroom.

She'll be all right.

She's a fighter.

Shit!

Are you sure we're doing the right thing?

Evelyn, we've been through this. She can't live alone,

but she can't live with us.

No ramp?

Shit!

Whoa.

Woman: Hi.

Hi.

Hi!

Hi!

Who the hell are you?

Cassandra.

You're my roommate.

Oh, god in heaven, take my now.

Have to eat breakfast now.

You're a gimp.

Gimps get help.

I tell you what... you and I are gonna get along great

if you just don't talk to me.

Madonna's the queen of rock and roll.

Nurse: Good morning, doll.

Hi! Ooh, I like them sounds,

girl.

Ellison, I am jan.

Time to haul 'er up!

Man, fuck you!

Unh-unh. Wash and dress, that's the name of the game.

I said fuck you.

Okay, then.

Ain't you unpacked yet?

I hope you brought clean undies, 'cause I do not work

with dirties.

And I see you didn't make jammie call last night.

Okay. I got a schedule to keep.

Let's make it. Put your arms over my shoulders--

are you deaf?! I said fu-- okay. I'll give it to you

this way: You can get your ass up and get it to breakfast,

or you can sit there, and I'll come around with

a nice, warm enema.

Mm-mm.

Nobody lifts me. Got it?

Nobody touches my chair-- ever.

Fine by me.

Oh...

And fuck you too, sweetheart.

Was you born a gimp?

Were you born retarded?

Not retarded-- I'm mentally slow.

I got born, and my doctor got my head out with giant tweezers.

Maybe he thought you were a giant splinter.

Was you born a gimp?

Man, you are nosy.

I know, but was you born-- no, I was dropped by

a mentally slow person!

Well, it wasn't me.

Hi!

Hi.

I sit at the goon table.

You go to the gimp table.

Goons?

You're new here, aren't you?

You eat over there where the regular chairs won't

get in your way.

Okay.

Bye.

Stick with me, grandma.

Something wrong with this table?

What makes you so special, huh?

Uggh. I know when I'm being fed shit.

Well, if there's anything

Special that you do need, I'm sure I can help you out--

for a price.

How much do you charge to disappear?

Ooh.

Man: Yeah!

Sorry.

Nice work, man.

What are you laughing at, tough guy?

What are you laughing at, tough guy?

Hey.

Who?

You. There's a \"no smoking\" sign next to you.

Really? I haven't seen it.

Nurse: Okay, Eleanor.

You stay here till

miss manmouth comes out.

Can I have one of those?

Uh...

I wouldn't.

Why not?

It pisses them off.

You're new here, right?

They dumped me here.

You?

I was sent to the principal's office.

Why?

Smoking.

Okay, who's next?

Well, Lenny, I know why you're here.

New girl. In here.

Beware the mammoth.

I'm Mary manmouth.

I'm your social worker.

I've been reviewing your file.

It doesn't say who your case worker is.

My what?

You must have been given a case worker when you were

diagnosed seven years ago.

Slipped through the cracks, hmm?