Trigger Warning: Talk about Incest/Sexual Abuse, Self-harm, and drugs + Cursing
Daisy: Give me the valium.
Lisa: *whispers* we don't need your daddy's money
Daisy: Then leave it there, just give me the fucking valium.
Lisa: *lifts Daisy's sleeve to show cuts* What's this, huh? What's this?
Daisy: Let go.
Lisa: Trying out your new silver..
Daisy: Get the fuck off me.
Lisa: Less appealing for daddy.
Susanna: Lisa!
Daisy: Look at your own arm asshole!
Lisa: I'm sick Daisy we know that, but here you are, in so called recovery playing Betty crocker cut up like a damn Virginia ham
Susanna: Lisa j-just stop it okay!
Lisa: Help me understand Dais cause, I thought you didn't do valium. Tell me how this safety net is working. Tell me that you don't take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down.
Susanna: *mutters* Fuck...
Lisa: Tell me how your daddy helps you cope with that. Illuminate me
Daisy: My father loves me.
Lisa: I bet... with every inch of his manhood.
Susanna: *mutters* oh gosh...
Daisy: I'm going to sleep now... Please be gone in the morning... you're just jealous Lisa, because I got better, because I was released, because I have a chance... at a life
Lisa: They didn't release you because youre better Daisy, they just gave up. You call this a life hm? Taking daddy's money buying your dollies and your knickknacks and eating this fucking chicken fattening up like a prize fucking heffer. You changed the scenery but not the fucking situation and the ward makes house calls... and everybody knows... everybody knows that he fucks you but what they don't know is that you like it.
Susanna: Shut the fuck up!
Lisa: But hey man it's cool! it's okay! it's fine! it's fucking fine! A man is a dick is a man is a dick is a chicken, a dad, valium, speculum, whatever. Whatever. You like being Mrs. Randone... probably all you've ever known, huh?
Daisy: Have fun in Florida.