(Street sounds; door opens; sounds of television, baby crying and Mother In the kitchen) MOTHER: Eh, back so soon? You know, don't you have a decent pair of pants You can put on? You look like a...a PIG walking in the street! Your hands Your face-filthy! You disgust me! I can't believe you live in this house! You repulse me. I want to throw up! (Phone rings) Goddamn kids! (Door opens and closes) MOTHER: Right! Slam the door again on me! You know, you're just like your Father! (Voice becomes muffled; sound of answering machine tape rewinding) BOSS: Yeah, I'm callin' 'em now...Hello? Hello? Pick up the phone! Where The f** are you? What's the matter, you just decided not to come to work Today? What the f** is wrong with you? Ya f**in' lowlife! Hey, you know What? Don't even bother coming in anymore. I've had enough with you and Your sh**. That's it, you're fired. You understand me? Fired. Don't come Back here, f** you, and goodbye. (Silence on machine; sound of cigarette Lighter; beep) MRS. GLICKER: Hello, this is Mrs. Glicker. I'm calling to reach you about To let you know, that, uh, you, you're not graduating this year because You are failing two subjects and I need to see you as soon as possible. Be In my office on Monday at 8:30 a.m., promptly, and we'll discuss this Matter further. Thank you. Bye. (Phone hangs up; silence; beep; shuts off Machine)