Habit

Salty and sweet.

That was my mother.

Always did have a flavor for danger.

Pickled in her wine, She so desperately tried.

Oh, but she couldn't take care of me, mm-mm.

Not like you did, anyway.

Lord, I know you put me here for a reason,

and Lord knows I've tried to forget it.

But through all these choppy waters, I thank you,

my dear Jesus, for keeping this humble heart beating free.

My love, my Lord, my savior.

I love you, I love you, I love you. I just wanna marry you.

Oh, Jesus, you're my one and only.

I swear, I will always...

Hey, I told you to clean the...

Really?

This is what you're doing in the middle of the goddamn day? Great.

Can't you just be a normal kid?

Normal kid? Well, how'd I do?

Yeah, not so great, I guess.

But not Your fault so much,

unless this was all a part of Your silly old plan.

Fuck me. I can't believe you're making me do this shit.

Hello again.

I'm Merle, sex and love addict.

Hi, Merle.

Well, in spite of all the progress I've made,

I... recently had another bottom line slip.

I'm really ashamed. I...

I really thought this time was gonna be different.

A real relationship, you know?

That lasted all of six days.

Um, our final night together, he, um...

bit my lip so hard it bled, and I started to cry.

Um, and then he told me that he had a fantasy

of making love to a woman while she was crying.

So mission accomplished.

But...

He told me that he loved me.

And then after he left, he, um...

blocked my number and unfollowed me.

And I just feel really worthless.

And You said, "I am the light of the world,

but he who follows me will not walk in the darkness,

but shall have the light of love."

Do I know you?

Uh, yeah. I'm, uh... I'm Mads, I'm here...

Oh, Evie's friend from home.

They do grow 'em pretty in Texas.

You're late.

I didn't know there was a set schedule for this shit.

Come in.

Wait, so you're... you're not American?

- Cause, like, on your TV show you were... - Acting.

- Oh. Ah, funny. - Can I get you something?

Uh, no, no, I'm cool as a cucumber.

So you're out here to be an actress?

Uh, no, no.

Ah, most people are here to be something.

Escape whatever unseen invalidated life they're running from.

Are you ambitious?

Ambition always seemed like kind of a pointy word to me.

Like, um, arrow or thorn, you know, it just...

I feel like it just depends on the things you're into.

Um, but I do think that I'm meant for, um, something or somebody.

A romantic. You're a rare animal.

Take a word of advice from a kindred spirit:

Keep moving before you get stuck. This place is a trap, you know.

Just like those pits down by the museums.

Thousands of years ago, this whole valley was a swamp.

Animals came from hundreds of miles around.

Mammoths, sabretooth cats,

uh, dire wolves,

all lured by the scent of sweet water.

But the ground under this place isn't solid, it's tar.

Black and sticky as the devil's shit.

Those animals, they got trapped in it.

And their dying cries brought out scavengers

looking for an easy meal, and they got stuck too.

Thousands of years later,

scientists are still pulling fossils out of those pits.

Skeletons all mixed up.

Be careful, or someday someone will be digging you up.

And with so many bones, they won't even be able to tell you apart.

The trick to LA is take a sip from the spring, spread your wings.

Catch a breeze and ride on out of here before you get stuck.

Um...

Why do dealers always sound like preachers?

I mean, honestly, are you a prophet or a pusher?

- Just make up your mind. - Hm.

Yeah, I don't know.

Evie tells me you girls are working the club tonight.

Uh, yeah. Yeah. I think I might, uh, come by.

You can always work for me, you know.

Uh, look, I just came here 'cause I got a car and I was in the neighborhood.

I'm not really looking to be your friendly neighborhood dope peddler, but thank you.

By the way, I love your big, fat, gold LTD.

'72? Don't see them around much.

Um... mm-hm.

I know your ride, I know your plates, I know your friends.

So what don't I know about you, Mads?

Uh, yeah. Yeah. Cool.

- Uh... - Thanks for coming by.

- Uh-huh. Mm-hm. - Yeah.

Good morning.

- Little package. - Teddy.

Hey, Mads, um...

Did you ever hear from that, uh, guy you were fucking at community?

What?

Didn't he get a job out here or something?

No idea what on earth made you think of him.

I don't know, maybe it was, urn, all these drugs.

Oh, well, well, well.

You know, you really oughta quit that dumbass job of yours.

Oh, boy.

Come on, like, folding $400 sweaters for ten bucks an hour.

It's an insult to your post-modern feminist sensibilities.

Oh, is it?

We've got to work to destabilize

the patriarchal norms entrenched into a society

that has caused so much gender inequality.

I love how much you care about this.

Plus, you'd make way more selling Eric's drugs.

Well, well, I also got fired last night.

- Why? - What?

Mm...

Because I... kinda sorta...

fucked the boss's husband again!

- Again? - Again!

That's awesome!

I guess old habits die hard, sweetie.

- They do. - Well, then it's settled.

You're working at the club with us now!

- No! - Yes!

I said maybe.

Working at the club, aka, selling a bunch of shit-ass drugs

to LA's horniest crackheads.

Yay! She's fun again!

Whoo!

Oh, come on, Mads, it's gonna be fun.

Told you.

You know they say Marilyn's buried here.

And also James Dean, and also Whitney Houston.

- Let's have a séance. - I can't believe this.

Oh, my Lord.

So, another little sister here from Texas to help Evie out.

Sort of.

Only Addy's my actual blood.

We grew up with Mads.

She's like our honorary little sister.

Well, we're all family here.

- Hey, Gamor. - Hm?

- What do you think? - Hm...

Well, let me take a look.

Let's see here, a little vintage jewelry, smoky eye, pouty red lip.

I like it. She's like a gothic Madonna.

It's funny you say that because Mads has like a little Jesus thing.

- Ooh, Jesus. - Yeah. Um, I'd say that she

takes it to the next level, though.

Mads doesn't just love Jesus, she'd love to fuck Jesus.

Hey!

- It's true. - You can't blame her,

Jesus Is quite sexy. Our first rock star.

- Mm-hm. - Definitely.

Well, little does she know, I do fuck You.

I fuck You all the time.

Well, Mads' outfit is preordained. So, let's go.

Doors open in 20 minutes.

Tits up.

Uh, Carmen, put some lip gloss on, too.

You're looking a little tired. All right, here. Drink that up.

Eleven minutes, come on.

You're my one and only.

Oh, Jesus.

I swear, I will always...

I swear, I will always...

Well, there just went 200 bucks of Eric's crap.

Oh, God, I should've listened to You.

Why don't I listen to You?

Mom always told me that was never much my strong suit.

Maybe she was right.

Fucking bitch.

A tripping nun.

That is so fucked.

There you are.

Are you okay?

Your shift is done.

Why don't you just get changed and put on some makeup.

We're gonna have a little late-night disco at our place.

Okay.

Fuck!

I'm so sorry! Oh, my God!

Who was he?! Who was that guy?!

Oh, my God, he's just some guy I brought home.

- I'm sorry. - Who was he?!

What the fuck just happened?

- Oh, my God! - The money is all gone!

- He fucking took the money! - I'm sorry!

That stupid fucking douchebag, he took the money!

That guy with the long hair, I think he took all the drugs!