Zepsuta pasierbica i zirytowana macocha dostają to, czego chcą

I don't want to go to the David Letterman show. I want to go shopping. We're in New York.

Bristol, what have I told you? Why do you think mommy is here in New York?

That asshole David Letterman owes me at least four appearances for that trashy joke he said about you.

I know. He said that I fucked that baseball guy. But he's cute. I would fuck him.

Bristol, what have I told you about being a whore? You do it quietly, softly, you know?