Sleepwalking2008

Tara:
[after she sees him staring at her] Uncle James, you're creeping me out.

Joleen:
Hey, you be nice to Uncle James. James, where do you keep the hangers?

James:
What?

Joleen:
Hangers! [to herself as she goes into James' room] God, this place is such a mess. I should have brought some of my own furniture. [to James] And we're going to need another pillow for Tara, by the way.

Tara:
I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you, Mom!

Joleen:
[coming back out of the room] You know, you could really start unpacking your own sh*t instead of sitting there and pretending to do your homework.

Tara:
I'm not pretending to do my homework, I'm pretending not to hate my life!

Joleen:
Well, you're not doing a very good job of pretending!

Tara:
Well, maybe I'm not applying myself!

Joleen:
I don't need this kind of sh*t from you right now, Tara!

Tara:
What kind of sh*t do you need from me right now, Mom?

Joleen:
[kicking a chest of drawers] What do you want from me? God, Tara!