Turning Paige2001

Ross Fleming:
Oh Jesus Christ, look at this. Pathetic, you look really awful. It's quite the binder was it? Well come, on

[he motions for Paige to sit down]

Ross Fleming:
You feeling sick?

Paige Fleming:
Yeah, I might be.

Ross Fleming:
Well sit down.

Paige Fleming:
[Slurring her words] Yeah, very sick.

Ross Fleming:
This is um... it's for you.

[Ross taps on a birthday gift]

Paige Fleming:
What is it?

Ross Fleming:
Open it. From your old man.

[Paige opens the gift revealing a Heroin needle-like pen with ink]

Ross Fleming:
It's a pen. I thought it's be nice for your stories, do you like it?

[Paige doesn't say anything]

Ross Fleming:
Don't like it. OK so, I'm real late. It's real busy down there too. Tell me what I do, do I call the school? Paige? What should I do?

Paige Fleming:
Late for what?

Ross Fleming:
What?

Paige Fleming:
Don't have to.

Ross Fleming:
I don't have to what? [Ross look at her] You know what? You'd better stay home, you look God-awful.