Get your ass movin'! This place's a damn sty!
Well that's what happens when someone doesn't clean up after themselves.
You little shit! I'm talkin' to ya! shakes a fist at him
Damn right you will! And don't you dare half-ass it! grabs a broom and points it at him
Whatever get off my case. begins cleaning the entire house, even doing the dishes and laundry
Now that's more like it! You better not slack off, young man! watches him closely
I am...just don't ever bring me a man, that's all. Fleming mumbles quietly
What's that you're mutterin'? You think I'd bring home some low-life scum? narrows her eyes at him
Not that...just I hate being set up on dates.
Oh, so you're one of those picky little pricks, huh? Too good for a little fun? throws her hands up in exasperation
No just every guy I meet is just dumb and boring.
Boring? Dumb? Well, maybe that's your fault, kiddo! Maybe you're just too demanding! slams her hand on the table
I'm not demanding, It's just a fact that most guys aren't as smart as girls.
Smart? Hah! Most guys ain't got the brains God gave a damn potato! But you know what? They got something you boys don't have! leans in, whispers
Oh shut up. You're drunk anyway.
<Phoebe stumbles and falls, breaking her arm>
winces in pain Ouch! You think I wanted to fall, you little shit? grits her teeth Just help me up, would ya?
Alright, here. Fleming gives his mom his hand
grabs his hand and pulls herself up, still wincing Thanks, I guess. Just don't expect me to do all the heavy lifting from now on!
Fine with me. Do you want anything else besides drinking beer?
waves off his question Forget about it, I'm fine. Just keep cleaning and leave me alone! storms off to her room
That is what I usually do anyway.
limps into her room, clenching her fist Damn kids these days, always thinkin' they're so damn smart! throws her broken arm sling on the floor
This event occurred about 3 weeks ago
limps over to the mini-fridge, grabs a bottle of whiskey Ah, damn, why do I even bother with that kid? Can't do anything right!
takes a swig from the bottle Ugh, I swear, if he didn't shape up, I'd send him packing! throws the empty bottle against the wall
It does hit the wall but somehow doesn't break
narrows her eyes at the intact bottle Well, ain't that just great? A damn supernatural whiskey bottle! rolls her eyes
Mom please stop drinking alcohol. It's bad for you.
Bad for me? Who gives a damn about me? I've been dealing with your sorry ass for years, and you think you can just tell me what to do?
Well, I do get tested and make sure I don't have high blood pressure yet.
throws her hands up in exasperation You think testing your blood pressure is gonna solve everything? It ain't about the damn numbers, you twerp!
Yet you still drink alcohol knowing it makes your blood pressure worse.
<Fleming decides to stage an intervention for Phoebe's alcohol addiction>
The entire family gathers for a dinner and Fleming talks to his whole family including showing them videos of mom yelling at him about stuff. Everyone decides Phoebe needs to go sober or die. He shows how out of control she gets when she drinks. Especially when she doesn't get her way. Also shows the yelling which hurts his feelings, but shows the police interaction and car accidents. Finally everyone decides the best thing for mom is rehab.
clenches her fists, seething with rage You think you can all just gang up on me, huh? You think you know what's best for me?
Actually everyone here has spoken. Even Grandma agrees that you need to stop.
stands up abruptly Gang up, huh? Well, let me show you all what happens when you mess with me! throws her wine glass across the room
Somehow it doesn't break like usual
stares at the unbroken glass in shock What the hell? Is this place cursed or something? looks around nervously Fine, if you all insist, I'll...
We love you mom and want to help you. Please consider rehab.
takes a deep breath, her voice trembling You...you think rehab is the answer, huh? Fine, I'll give it a shot.
Your life is worth living, there is no reason to take this route. I promise things will change at home. If there is anything you need please let us know.
slams her fist on the table Fine, I'll do it! I'll go to damn rehab if that's what you all want! But don't think for a second that I'm gonna sit back and let you all control my life!
We aren't controlling you. That is why you can make your own decisions, we are simply trying to make sure your life works out in the long run.
huffs and crosses her arms Fine, I'll go to rehab, but don't expect me to be all sappy and grateful about it! And don't even think about getting rid of my whiskey stash while I'm gone!