-Don't. -Why?
It's weird watching myself. I don't like how I look.
I can't believe you don't know how beautiful you are.
Look. I'm not going to sit here for that shit.
-How does it feel now? -Fine.
-You don't feel naked? -I am naked.
You know what I mean.
So tell me about being in the hospital.
When I was 15, my dad caught me smoking dope.
He totally freaked and decided to send me to military school.
I told you this whole thing about structure and discipline, right?
Of course, I got kicked out.
Dad and I had this huge fight. He hit me.
And the next day at school, some kid made a crack about my haircut,
and I just snapped.
I wanted to kill him. I would've... killed him...
if they hadn't pulled me off.
That's when my dad put me in the hospital.
They drugged me up and left me in there for two years.
Wow. You must really hate him.
He's not a bad man.
Well, you'd better believe I'd hate my dad if he did something like that to me.
Wait. I already do hate my dad.
Why?
He's a total asshole;
he's got this crush on my friend Angela, and it's disgusting.
-You'd rather he had the crush on you. -Gross. No.
But it'd be nice if I was anywhere near as important to him as she is.
I know you think my dad's harmless, but you're wrong.
-He's doing massive psychological damage to me. -How?
Well, now I, too, need structure, a little fucking discipline.
I'm serious, though. How could he not be damaging me?
Want me to kill him for you?
Yeah. Would you?
It'll cost you.
I've been baby-sitting since I was about ten. I've got almost $3,000.
Of course I was saving it up for a boob job.
You know, that's not a very nice thing to do--
hiring someone to kill your dad.
Well, I guess I'm not a very nice girl then, am I?
-You know I'm not serious, right? -Of course.
You know how lucky we are to have found each other?