I don't understand. You say this all the time, like it's the best thing in the world.

[Tommy gives his parents a tour of the "Looks That Kill" stage] Tommy Lee:
Check this out. Pyro coming out of those. Oh! Oh! [Tommy grabs a fake rock] Tommy Lee:
Fake rocks. Pretty cool. [Nikki and Doc arrive at the stage] Tommy Lee:
Ooh, Ma, Dad. Meet the Sixxter. [Tommy high-fives Nikki] Voula:
[hugs Nikki]
So nice to finally meet you. David:
[shakes Nikki's hand]
It's a pleasure. Doc McGhee:
Hey, Nikki, we could fly your family out for the next L.A. gig. Nikki Sixx:
[sarcastically]
Yeah, that's a great idea, Doc. Tommy Lee:
Oh, guys, I want you to meet somebody else. Babe, babe, come here. [Roxy approaches the group while Nikki turns away, having had sex with her in his dressing room a few minutes earlier] Tommy Lee:
Mom, Dad, this is Roxy, my fiancé. [Nikki and Doc look at Tommy in confusion as Roxy offers a handshake to Voula] Roxy:
Nice to meet you. Tommy Lee:
We're getting married. [shocked look on Voula's face] David:
What's the rush, Tom? Marriage is a big decision. Tommy Lee:
Exactly. You proposed to Mom the night that you guys met, and she didn't even speak English. That's love, dude. [Nikki walks away] Tommy Lee:
And that's what I've always wanted, and now that's what I've got. Voula:
So, how did you and Tommy meet? Roxy:
Well, I was actually hanging out with this other band, but then I met Tommy, and it was... totally meant to be. Voula:
Oh, I know this word. Em... Groupie, right. Is that, is that how they call you? [long pause, as Tommy looks up in embarrassment and Roxy has a cold stare at Voula before walking away] Tommy Lee:
Babe... Mom, that's not cool. Voula:
I don't understand. You say this all the time, like it's the best thing in the world. [Tommy walks away in disgust]