Carol Ann Scruggs

[Tommy gives his parents a tour of the "Looks That Kill" stage]

Tommy Lee: Check this out. Pyro coming out of those. Oh! Oh!

[Tommy grabs a fake rock]

Tommy Lee: Fake rocks. Pretty cool.

[Nikki and Doc arrive at the stage]

Tommy Lee: Ooh, Ma, Dad. Meet the Sixxter.

[Tommy high-fives Nikki]

Voula: [hugs Nikki] So nice to finally meet you.

David: [shakes Nikki's hand] It's a pleasure.

Doc McGhee: Hey, Nikki, we could fly your family out for the next L.A. gig.

Nikki Sixx: [sarcastically] Yeah, that's a great idea, Doc.

Tommy Lee: Oh, guys, I want you to meet somebody else. Babe, babe, come here.

[Roxy approaches the group while Nikki turns away, having had sex with her in his dressing room a few minutes earlier]

Tommy Lee: Mom, Dad, this is Roxy, my fiancé.

[Nikki and Doc look at Tommy in confusion as Roxy offers a handshake to Voula]

Roxy: Nice to meet you.

Tommy Lee: We're getting married.

[shocked look on Voula's face]

David: What's the rush, Tom? Marriage is a big decision.

Tommy Lee: Exactly. You proposed to Mom the night that you guys met, and she didn't even speak English. That's love, dude.

[Nikki walks away]

Tommy Lee: And that's what I've always wanted, and now that's what I've got.

Voula: So, how did you and Tommy meet?

Roxy: Well, I was actually hanging out with this other band, but then I met Tommy, and it was... totally meant to be.

Voula: Oh, I know this word. Em... Groupie, right. Is that, is that how they call you?

[long pause, as Tommy looks up in embarrassment and Roxy has a cold stare at Voula before walking away]

Tommy Lee: Babe... Mom, that's not cool.

Voula: I don't understand. You say this all the time, like it's the best thing in the world.

[Tommy walks away in disgust]

Tommy Lee: Hey, Sixx, I, uh, I keep...

[Nikki gives Tommy some cocaine]

Tommy Lee: I keep having this vision, right, where my drum set, it rises up like this... and then bam! Smoke, lights, and, and the whole thing starts spinning around, and I'm playing drums upside down and... and, um, I should just draw it for you. Hey, Rox, you got a pen? Give me a pen.

[Roxy grabs a pen from her purse]

Tommy Lee: But like a cage or something. I don't know.

Roxy: Your mom's a cunt.

[Tommy turns around]

Tommy Lee: What? Why would you say that?

Roxy: Because she is. She's a cunt.

Tommy Lee: Quit it. Give me the pen, all right?

Roxy: I don't even know why you told them. It's not like she has anything to do with us getting married.

Tommy Lee: Baby, it's sweet, all right? It's, it's tradition.

Roxy: [gets up] Which tradition? The mandatory meeting of the cunt?

Tommy Lee: [gets up] Don't call her that again, you hear me?

[as Tommy sits back down, Roxy stabs him in the back with the pen]

Roxy: Here's your pen!

Tommy Lee: Ow! What the fuck is wrong with you?

Roxy: Fuck you and fuck your mother!

Tommy Lee: That's it! This fucking bitch is out of here! Pull over!

[shoves Roxy to the front of the bus]

Tommy Lee: Get the fuck off my bus! Get the fuck out!

[Roxy shoves him back]

Roxy: You are such a spoiled little mama's boy 'cause you wanna crawl back inside her cunt!

[Tommy punches her in the face]

Nikki Sixx: Jesus Christ!

[shocked look on Tommy's face]

Tommy Lee: I told you not to say that. Fuck!

[Tommy runs to the back of the bus]