Rachel, you know you can't
be doing that out here. Shit's legal now. Yeah, it's my bitch-ass sister. She's trying to tell me
the smoke is killing our dad. How is Vinnie? He's fucking dying,
but not ‘cause of my weed smoke. I understand
what a stressful situation it is. It's nice you're all here
at a time like this. We all want your father to
transition as peaceful as possible. It's nice that it's us. This is the way it should be.
The way he'd want it. The plan is,
we all will take turns watching over. You know she hasn't done
a shift, right? -Yeah.
-You don't find that strange? Once we get here, she steps back
from all responsibility? Your life is perfect. You got your kid. Probably
gonna pop out a bunch more. Nothing pops. There's no popping.
That's not the way it is. Okay. It looks like popping to me. Katie started drinking
a few hours ago. -How do you like the food?
-Thank you for the dinner. Watch her not even wash
her dishes. Look, they may act
like they got it, but they don't. Okay? -What the fuck are you doing?
-No! Hey! Stop it! You will need each other.
It's good that there are three of you. We're different types of people. But that's my dad too
over there dying. That is my dad, okay? I'm working on his obituary. I was hoping
that you could help with it. Married a couple of crazy bitches, raised a few crazy bitches.