BRENDA
We thought you went to get Mom.

(VIVIAN continues eating.)

LIZZIE
Vivian!

VIVIAN
You could’ve fucking gone.

LIZZIE
We thought you did.

VIVIAN
Well, I thought you did.

BRENDA
How can you eat at time like this?

VIVIAN
I’m starving. And I got a responsibility here.
(SHE puts the slice of pizza to her belly:)
“You want pepperoni pizza, you’re gonna get pepperoni pizza.”

BRENDA
It’s not even healthy for your baby.

VIVIAN
Fuck me, right? It’s not healthy for the baby. What should I eat? That bowl of Cheese Doodles you put
out?

LIZZIE
We should go get her.

VIVIAN
Call the hospital first.

BRENDA
We already did.

LIZZIE
They said the bullet just grazed her foot and that she’d be released soon. So, we should...

VIVIAN
...I can’t go. I’m pregnant.

BRENDA
Yeah, but you could run out and get pizza.

VIVIAN
That has to do with the welfare of my child.

LIZZIE
One of us has to go.

VIVIAN
Hey, let’s draw straws like we used to when we were kids. You got a broom, Brenda? You must have a
broom.

LIZZIE
This isn’t a game, Vivian. It’s our mother.

BRENDA
Why would Corey do such a thing?

VIVIAN
He was pissed off, that’s why.

BRENDA
But to shoot your own mother?

VIVIAN
All kids want to kill their parents. I see that kind of thing in my kids’ faces all the time. I see them
thinking: “If she wasn’t so much bigger than me, I’d bump her off in a minute.”

BRENDA
You’re making it up. Kids don’t think that way.

VIVIAN
You’re in for a fucking big surprise, Brenda. That’s all I gotta say.

LIZZIE
Who’s gonna go?

BRENDA
I think we should all go. Together.

VIVIAN
Let me finish my pizza.

LIZZIE
You can eat in the car.

VIVIAN
I can’t eat in the car. I get nauseous.