Ginny & Georgia

Oh my gosh.

My mom had me when she was my age, 15.

So, I got the sex talk when I was only seven.

But it wasn't your typical birds and bees crap.

Then again, there's not much typical about my mom.

Uh… you have a pen I could borrow?

Sex. Men want it.

-And they think you should give it to 'em. -Thank you.

But you should never give anything unless you're gettin' somethin' in return.

- Hi. -Hey.

You can get two things from sex with a man.

Passion or power.

You're such a loser!

You better make sure you're gettin' somethin'.

Otherwise, you're just gettin' screwed.

Oh, and use a condom.

Mom never lets her guard down.

She's always in control.

It was a really effective sex talk.

-I'm still a virgin. - Virginia Miller.

Can I talk to you in the hall?

Virginia…

-It's Ginny. -

Your stepfather's been in an accident.

Your mom's on her way here with your brother.

I'm so sorry, honey.

He didn't make it.

Poor Amber Lynn. I know they had their problems with the divorce,

but still, she must be devastated.

Have you seen the new wife?

Who shows that much cleavage at a funeral?

-Tacky. -

-Oh! -Oops. Pardon me. I tripped.

Kenny was the best.

The best.

After being a single mother for so long,

he was like a godsend.

And he was wonderful with Virginia and Austin.

He treated 'em like his very own.

Well, they weren't his own, yet they're gettin' all his money.

Giving poor Davey's inheritance to that… trash.

He was a bastard.

He was a generous angel,

and I can't believe he's gone.

Passion, power, men, sex.

I'll take her word for it.

She's the expert.

I'm nothing like my mom.

Hey!

Sorry. Do you think this song's appropriate for a nine-year-old?

Please. He doesn't understand any of it. Austin, what's this song about?

Doing it on the bathroom floor, getting caught

and lying so you don't get in trouble.

Go back to your Harry Potter game.

What are you wearing? You look like Vanessa Hudgens at Rydell High.

The fact that your Rizzo is Vanessa and not Stockard

is literally everything that's wrong with your generation.

Stockard is great, OK, but Vanessa surprised everyone.

Who knew?

You like?

You look like you have gangrene.

You're gonna like Massachusetts. It's very patriotic.

Perfect for a fresh start.

-You can't get pregnant. -You know something I don't?

A baby named Massachusetts or Wellsbury?

It's child abuse.

Bury is kinda cute.

You said we'd be here for a while, right, Mom? Just the three of us?

Remember that trip Kenny took us on to the Great Basin Desert?

Yeah. It went on and on and on and on.

Well, Momma's datin' life is like that desert.

Nothin' in sight as far as the eye can see.

There was nothin' in that desert.

-Oh! There was nothin' in that desert. -I'll believe it when I see it.

You're crabby today!

What's wrong?

I'm sad.

I'm a human having an emotion. Am I allowed to be sad?

Sad? You hated Texas.

Maybe I miss Kenny.

You hated Kenny.

Hi, Mr. Officer!

Was that racist?

That was racist, right?

Guess we're not leaving that bullshit in the South.

What was with you? "Hi, Mr. Officer." You sound like a bad porn.

I could use a good pat-down. Been a while.

Gross.

Seriously, just gross.

Scarring. I'm scarred.

You like it. Ha!

You like it.

It looks like Paul Revere boned a pumpkin spice latte.

Mark my words, we are gonna run this town.

Run it, burn it to the ground, flee into the night. Same difference.

Even the politicians are good-looking.

He looks like a young JFK.

Like the desert, right?

It's a far cry from the walk-up in Houston

and the apartment in New Orleans. Look at it.

-It's just ours? Just the three of us? -Mm-hmm.

-I'm picking the biggest bedroom! -

Comin'?

No!

- -

- -

-Help me! Please help me! - Come on!

- - Shut up!

You little bitch. Come here!

I'm gonna kill you, Mary!

I wanna know what you were thinking smoking weed on the side of the road

in clear view of everyone. Neighbors, the cops…

Seriously, I wanna know what was going through your brain!

Well, it's legal now.

Not for you, it isn't.

You get inside that house.

You are grounded.

Acknowledge me, dammit!

All right, I'm grounded.

When's dinner though? 'Cause I'm really hungry.

Oh shit.

Hello! The door's open.

Come on in!

Hi there. I'm Ellen Baker. Welcome to the neighborhood.

Georgia Miller. And you brought cookies.

Aren't you a peach?

You live across the way, right? I think I saw you drive in earlier.

-Saw that, did you? -Mm-hmm.

-Right. Well… -

OK, get this.

I'm driving home, and I see him on the corner, smoking a joint.

In the middle of the sidewalk! No shame. Not a care in the world.

Just gettin' stoned on a Sunday.

When I was a kid, we had the decency to use eye drops and be paranoid.

-I get it. I have a teenager. -What?

No way. What, did you give birth when you were 12?

Fifteen.

Shit.

-Fifteen. -Yep.

I dunno, Dad.

It's a house.

It's big.

I'm unpacking now, and it just seems like an exercise in futility.

What?

No. Yeah, I'm listening.

Yeah, Mom's fine.

Um. Hey, Dad? I'll call you back later.

Peach! I got you a present.

Gross.

Totally, but I thought you could wear it to school tomorrow.

I won't be white and bougie even in a cable-knit sweater.

What if I put you in a charcoal infinity scarf?

This is the new thing you're doing? Hate on Mom?

Come on. This isn't us.

We're like the Gilmore Girls, but with bigger boobs.

I'm just tired.

Big day tomorrow. New school number five.

I read that stability is crucial for children in their formative years.

Maybe that's why Austin still wets the bed.

This place is different. I can feel it. We're gonna put down roots.

-You said that about Houston. -I was wrong about Houston.

-Whatever. It's always the same. -Try to be more creative!

This super stereotypical, angsty teen girl routine you got going on…

Frankly, it's boring!

I hate it when you're mad at me. Come here.

It's me and you against the world, kid. Remember that.

That's dramatic. What about Austin?

Don't be nervous about tomorrow.

-I'm not. - Liar.

I'm not nervous, but I do need to get a good night's sleep.

Oh, you're so responsible.

Sometimes I can't believe you came out of me.