Rebekah Graf

[Tommy approaches Heather Locklear at a party in Vince's house]

Tommy Lee: Dude!

Heather Locklear: Are you talking to me?

Tommy Lee: [offering a glass of champagne] Uh, Tommy.

Heather Locklear: Heather.

[Tommy pulls back the champagne and drinks it]

Tommy Lee: Oh. I know. I know you from TV.

Heather Locklear: Yeah. I, uh, get that a lot.

Tommy Lee: Yeah. The Fall Guy. I love that show.

Heather Locklear: That's not me. The Fall Guy is Heather Thomas. I'm Heather Locklear.

[Tommy nods in embarrassment as he drinks]

Heather Locklear: I know you from MTV.

Tommy Lee: Yeah, well, I get that a lot.

Heather Locklear: Whitesnake, right?

Tommy Lee: Fuck. You're mean. And I think I love you.

[they both laugh]

Tommy Lee: Yep.

[Frank Jr. jams to T.Rex with his guitar in his room. His mother starts knocking on his door]

Deana: Turn it fucking down, Frankie!

[Frank Jr. flips his mother and raises the volume before she walks in the room and turns off the stereo. She notices his guitar]

Deana: What's that?

Frank Feranna, Jr.: What's it look like?

Deana: Where'd you get it?

Deana's Boyfriend: He probably stole it.

Frank Feranna, Jr.: Who the fuck is this guy?

Deana: You think I don't know where you got all this shit?

Frank Feranna, Jr.: So you noticed something I did, for once!

Deana's Boyfriend: Don't talk to your mother like that, you little prick.

Frank Feranna, Jr.: Seriously? Who the fuck are you? You know what? I don't even care. Gonna be another you tomorrow, anyways.

Deana: You wanna know who this is? He's another man in my life that you're gonna drive away... just like you did your fucking father!

Frank Feranna, Jr.: I was two years old, you bitch! He left you!

[pause, then Deana approaches Frank Jr]

Deana: Then how come he never tried to call you then, Frankie?

[Frank Jr. takes off his guitar]

Frank Feranna, Jr.: Fuck you!

[Frank Jr. smashes his guitar on the wall before slamming the door on Deana]

Frank Feranna, Jr.: Get the fuck outta here!

Deana: Open the fucking door, Frankie!

[Frank Jr. starts destroying his room before pulling a switchblade from his bed]

Deana: Open the fucking door! Goddamn it! You little shit! Open the fucking door! Open the fucking...

[Frank Jr. opens the door and shows her his knife before he slices his arm with it]

Deana: No! No, baby! No! No! What are you doing, baby?