Who would want to be in this shit hole anyway? It fucking stinks in here, Mel!

Brooke:
We'll be moving up to Ojai so you won't be seeing Evie again. Ever. You're really cruel, Tracy. I mean, I'm sure you can be a sweet kid when you want to, but right now, you're a really bad influence. I mean, you cheat, you lie, you steal... Tracy:
[shouting in disbelief]
Oh, my God! Are you kidding me? Where do you think I learned all this shit from? [walks off into the kitchen] Melanie:
Tracy was playing Barbies before she met Evie. [Melanie, Evie and Brooke follow Tracy into the kitchen] Brooke:
Did she teach you how to beat the crap out of her as well? I've seen the bruises. Tracy:
What the hell did you tell her, Evie? Brooke:
[turns to Evie]
Come here. What about this? [shows the scrape by Evie's hairline that Tracy accidentally made while the two girls were play-fighting] Tracy:
[shouts]
What the fuck? We were just goofing. Melanie:
Tracy didn't hit her. Evie:
[starting to cry]
Yes, she did. Tracy:
I don't believe this! She hit me too! Brooke:
[grabs Tracy's arm and struggles with her to pull back her sleeve]
And look at this, Mel. Tracy:
Don't you dare! No! Please! Melanie:
Get your hands off her. [Tracy starts to cry as the cuts on her arm are revealed when Brooke pulls down her sleeve] Brooke:
She cuts. [Melanie looks stunned and horrified at the cuts on Tracy's arm] Tracy:
[crying]
It's none of your business, you fucking Frankenstein! Brooke:
Oh, no, this child is my business, you little cunt. Melanie:
That's enough. You need to get out. Brooke:
[to Evie]
Honey, come on. [she and Evie slowly start to leave the house] Melanie:
[yelling]
Get out! Evie:
[crying]
Who would want to be in this shit hole anyway? It fucking stinks in here, Mel!