03x15 - Becky Doesn't Live Here Anymore

[bunniefuu]

Becky, is that the shirt
you wore to school today?

Yes.

Ok. Would you like
another beer, dearest?

Thank you, my pet.

Can I have a beer?

No.

So, Becky, is something
wrong with your food?

You mean you hid some
food under all this slop?

Hey! I stuck that
in the microwave,

pressed power, pressed
time, pressed start,

and this is the thanks I get.

God, nobody could eat this crud.

If you don't finish your crud,

you won't get
any crap for dessert.

Hey, whoa.
It's your turn to clear.

Isn't it always
my turn to clear?

Is there something you'd
like to share with us?

Like what?

Like why you've been
acting like a snot lately.

Why don't you kiss my butt?

Well, haul it
on over here, jumbo.

Hey, hey!

Hey, hey!

No butt-kissing
at the dinner table.

I'm just sick of Mom
treating me like a baby.

Hello.

What were you doing
in my room today?

Cleaning. Isn't that
what you hired me for?

I hate that room.
It's a baby room.

Don't you hate it, Darlene?

Who cares? When I turn
, I'm out of here.

Why can't you
back me up for once?

Well, I don't like you, Becky.

Becky, if you don't like
your room, change it.

We got a garage full
of paint out there.

Your dad will help you.

She means your real dad.

You can get started
tomorrow, ok?

Fine. Whatever.

Oh, no. Just seeing your
smiling face is thanks enough.

I asked that guy out
like you told me to.

We got a date for tomorrow.

Way to go.

Only now I have to pay.

No way.
The guy pays.

Yeah, but I asked him out.

So? The rule is,
the guy still pays.

Who made up that rule?

Some cheap hungry woman.

[Dan] What do I look
like, Becky, your sl*ve?

[Becky]
So I was late.

Two hours!
And it's your room!

You think I'll spend my day
off painting it by myself?

So what are you going to wear?

You ought to wear
that burgundy pullover.

This marriage-family
thing's been a lot of fun,

but I got to go.

Damn. I lose more
husbands that way.

Just don't start with me,
mother, ok? I've had it.

Whoa. Cover me.

God, it's his problem

he's having
this stupid hemorrhage.

I was going
to get something eat,

then go paint my stupid room.

No, stay down here

and fill our lives
with joy and mirth.

I know what you ought
to wear on that date...

Your red blouse
with your black skirt.

That skirt is so short.

But you have great legs.

Wear your hair down, too,

'cause it'll hide your neck.

What's the matter with my neck?

Make sure you order dessert.

I was reading in Cosmo

where it says a healthy appetite

is considered
to be sexy nowadays.

I was so far ahead of my time.

[D.J.]
Mom!

What?

My head's stuck in the drawer!

Not again.

God, doesn't she
drive you crazy?

Well, she wants me to be happy,

and she cares about me,

and yeah, she drives me crazy.

Well, I'm sick of it.

She hates my friends,

the clothes I wear,
the guys I date.

Me, too.

At least you get a break.

You come here, do your
laundry, then go home.

Well, you'll survive, Beck.

She's been doing the same
thing to me for years,

and I'm basically
a happy person.

I'm not saying I don't
wake up screaming

every now and again.

Now, don't do that again.

Go wash that salad oil
off your head.

How does he get his
head stuck in a drawer?

He's gifted, Jackie.

Look, Becky, it's your
old Menudo album.

That's not mine.

Yeah, it is.

I never liked Menudo.

Oh, get out of here.

I didn't!

Like I was the one

who drew the heart
around Fernando's head.

Heavy Menudo denial, Beck.

All right, just toss it, ok?

So...

What color is this room
going to be?

Let's paint big, black
bars on the walls.

It feels like a jail cell,

it might as well look like one.

Come on, Becky.

I don't care, Darlene.

Then why do this?

You don't have to!

One minute you want
to paint the room,

then you don't care.

What is going on
with you, Becky?

Do you remember Mark?

From down the street?

No, that guy I went out with.

Oh, yeah, the stupid one?

He's not stupid, he's gorgeous.

You just wish you could
meet a guy like that.

If I wait a couple years,
he'll be in my grade.

Well, I'm going out
with him tonight.

Don't you remember
what Mom and Dad said?

They don't want me
to see him. So what?

I'm ! I don't have
to listen to her.

If they find out,
they'll ground you forever.

Well, they're not
going to find out

'cause officially I'll be
at the basketball game...

With you.

Why should I lie for you?

'Cause you're good at it.

I don't know.

Come on, Darlene.

Sisters do this for each other.

I can't believe this guy's
so important to you.

Please?

I'll owe you.

I'll owe you big.

I guess.

Thank you so much.

Yeah.

Come on, Becky.

Where are you?

What are you doing out there?

Uh, I dropped my key.

Well, come inside.

Hey, Darlene.

Hey. Great game.

They beat us by,
like, points,

but we went and tipped
their bus over

and set it on fire.

Where's Becky?

She went to get pizza with
her friends after the game.

She'll be home in an hour or so.

Hey, genius, how long
were you at the pizza place

before you remembered
I had all your money?

Uh, not long.

How was the game, Beck?

It was ok.

Who won?

I-i just told you.

I just want to hear it from her.

She doesn't know.

She was in the bathroom
the whole time,

bleaching her upper lip.

So, Becky, who'd
you come home with?

I hitched a ride
with a serial k*ller, ok?

Who'd you come home with?

What's the difference?

We want to know.

God, you're beginning
to sound like Mom.

If I found that
really insulting,

would it bother you?

Come on, Becky.
We asked you a question.

Where were you?

Pizza.

Quiet. I'm not
talking to you.

Well?

Want to know? Fine.
I was with Mark.

Becky, you lied to me!

This better not be
the Mark I think it is.

Yes, Mark
with the fake ID,

who you don't want me
to go out with.

The one you're not allowed
to go out with, Becky.

Oh, is that so, Roseanne?

Hey!

Her name is "Mother".

You're grounded till the end of school.
How's that?

That's lame. What will
you do... tie me up?

I've had enough of this.

You're way over the line.

Get upstairs.

No!

What do you mean, no?

You're right.
I don't mean no.

I mean goodbye.

[Knock on door]

You don't have, like, a
jealous wife or anything,

do you?

No. None of my wives
are jealous.

I'll be right back.
Who is it?

It's me.

Becky?

I can't take it anymore.

Yes, you can. Bye.

I can't deal with her.

She'll just never understand me.

I'll come over tomorrow.
We'll talk.

I got to move in with you.

Becky, this is not a good time.

Oh, my god! You guys were
just about to, like, do it!

I'm really sorry.

I'll just be out in the hall.

Holler when you're done!

Maybe I should go.

No, you sit right there.

Becky, come in.

Go home.

I can't. She doesn't
care what I want

or if I'm happy.

All she wants to do
is run my life!

Becky, please go home.

Please, please, please, please.

That's it, Becky.

Roseanne...

Please, please, please, please,

go home, please, please, please.

She followed me.

Now you know what I mean?

Do you think I'd
let you walk out?

Please, please, please,
please, please.

I'll tell you what,
I'll just go home.

No! Stay.

Can't you see Jackie's busy?

You're being very rude.

I don't care if she's busy!

See? It's just
like you said!

She just drives you crazy!

Like you said?

Well, we were talking
about dating, and...

And what?

Like you're some
expert on dating,

after all the losers
you go out with?

Bye-bye.

I'll call you.

I'm so sorry.

Well, I hope you're both happy.

That loser had potential.

Becky, you're coming home.

No! I'm staying with someone
who understands me.

I have nothing more
to say to you.

I'll be in the other room.

There is no other room, Becky.

Then I'll be in the bathroom.

Becky!

She's all yours.

She can't stay here.

You should have
thought about that

before you opened
your big mouth.

But I always open my big mouth.
This never happened.

Goodbye, Jackie.

Bye, Becky.

You can't be serious!

Congratulations.
It's a girl!

Look at all this stuff.

I thought our kids were
supposed to be deprived.

Well, we tried.

Where were you?

Getting a drink.

God!

Here. Take this
trash out.

No.

No?

Yeah, no.

I mean, this is my room,

and this is the way
I want it now!

Wrong. This is my room,

'cause it's in my house
on my lot.

Those are my chairs,
those are my desks,

that's my hello kitty,
my e-z bake oven,

so you take my trash

downstairs to my garbage cans

and throw it out now!

Jeez...

Right attitude, wrong daughter.

What's wrong?

It's Becky's stuff.

You getting all weepy on me now?

No, I'm not.

Let's get it over with.

It's ac/dc, highway to hell.

I miss her, Dan.

I miss her, too.

We can always tell her
we want her to come home.

She's got to come home
'cause she wants to.

When's that going to happen?

I don't know. If we wait
a couple more days,

she'll figure it out, trust me.

I've lived with Jackie.
We're better.

Hey, what are you doing?

Becky's laundry.

How are things going over there?

Good.

You and Becky getting along?

Yeah. I'm enjoying
having her there.

We gave each other a facial

and went down to
the mall to scam guys.

Last night, we made
prank phone calls.

Crystal's still wondering

how Nancy Reagan got her number.

Is she going to school?

Is she doing her homework?

Is she getting in on time?

She's fine, Dan.

She's really been
a big help, too.

She's been making her bed,
doing the dishes.

Oh, well, that is
just great, Jackie.

Well, Roseanne, come on.
Not that big of help,

nothing that a maid couldn't do.

No, I'm glad she's happy.

Then she'll never come home.

If I kicked her out, she
might not come back here!

You're encouraging her to stay.

I am not.

Then how come
she's acting so perfect?

Because I'm not her mother.

No, you're making it like
some damn slumber party.

Roseanne...

I want her home.

Well, come get her.

No.

Then quit yelling at me!

No!

I'm leaving!

Steal my daughter,
then leave me her laundry,

like I'm really going to do it.

Oh, sure.
Take her side.

Jacks, this stuff
in the refrigerator,

is it lettuce or pumpernickel?

Throw it out.

What do you think?

I won't wait up.

What are you going to do?

Just hang out, I guess.

No Mark tonight?

I just wanted to be
able to see him.

I don't have to see
him every night.

It'll be lonely around here.

Can I drop you off somewhere?

I'm not going home, Jackie.

You can't stay here forever.

I know.

All right.

I left the number where
I'll be here by the phone.

Oh, and Becky, don't call.

[Telephone rings]

[Jackie, using a
sexy voice] Hello...

It's Jacqueline.

I'm all torn up inside
about missing your call.

Ow. Please leave
a message,

and I'll call you.

Bye-bye.

[Beep]

[Roseanne]
Becky?

Becky, come on.
Pick up.

Becky, are you there?

Becky, pick up the phone.

Becky, come on...

[turns down the volume]

[Knock on door]

Who is it?

It's me.

Oh, come on in, Darlene.

Oh, my god. You're
doing homework?

So?

You don't even know how
to run away right.

You're pathetic.

What are you
doing here, Darlene?

I came by to tell you

you're a major
butt-head.

This just proves me right.

Goodbye, Darlene.

All right, all right, all right.

Let me just ask you something.

What did Mom do
that was so horrible?

Everything! She wouldn't
let me see Mark.

You saw him anyway!

I had to lie about it!

I lied! I covered for you!

I got grounded,
and you don't even care!

I am sorry, Darlene, all right?

No. You're getting off
way too easy, Becky.

Go home, Darlene.

Look, Jackie's
putting up with you,

Mom and Dad are impossible,

Mom and Jackie are fighting,

everybody's yelling
at everybody else,

and nobody's saying what
they should be saying...

Becky, you're a selfish,
inconsiderate, spoiled little brat!

[Rewinding
answering machine tape]

[Beep]

[Roseanne]
Becky? Becky, come on.

Pick up.

Becky, are you there?

Becky, pick up the phone.

Ok, listen, um...

Your Dad wanted you to know
he misses you

and he wants you to come home.

He thinks you guys
can work out your problems

if you'd come back.

Ok, well, that's all.

[Click]

[Beep]

[Beep]

[Roseanne]
It's me again.

Your Dad also wanted me
to tell you

that, like, he loves you.

[Click]

[Beep]

[Beep]

[Roseanne]
Ok, and, um...

Me, too.

[Click]

[Beep]

No more push-up pops?

Well, have a fudgie bar.

It's not the same.

I stayed awake
in history class today.

That a girl.

Whose turn is it
to do the dishes?

Becky's.

Thanks, Darlene.

Hey.

Yo, Jack!

Ok if I use the washer?

Sure. Go ahead.

This w*r, this vendetta,
this Sicilian thing

must end.

All right.

Hey.

Hi. I just a couple loads,
then I'll get out.

No rush.

So have you seen that guy again?

Jonathan?

Yeah, I saw him last night.

Hmm.

What did you wear?

Jeans and my red blouse.

Hmm.

We went bowling.

Oh.
It's a good choice.

How are things back here?

Well, she's grounded
for two weeks,

we upped the curfew a half hour,

her allowance stays the same.

What about Mark?

Absolutely not.

We would not budge on that.

We forbade her to ever
see him again,

so you should wear your
blue dress to the wedding.

Mother, are we the last
people in the free world

to get a dishwasher?
Jeez!

Oh, and I forgot.

She's calling me mother.

[Telephone rings]

Just let it ring.

Hi. This is Jackie.

Leave a message.

Bye.

[Beep]

[Roseanne]
Jackie.

Jackie, pick up.

Jackie?

I was just reading in Cosmo

there's these
great new exercises.

You look up at the
ceiling and chew

about minutes every day,

and it will fix up that
scary deal you got

in the back of your neck.

There's this other one...

Twist your head
from side to side.

It made me nauseous, but
it's worth it for you.

There is nothing
wrong with my neck!