unexpected surprise

Sarah: We gotta do something with your nose. Somebody fucked their slave and you've got the nose to prove it.

Older Jeremiah: Fix it please.

Sarah: [puts foundation on Jeremiah] Camoflauge it. See? I learned that in beauty school. One day I'll go back. I'll get a shot with the stars in Hollywood.

Older Jeremiah: Take me.

Sarah: Hold still. Alright, close your eyes.

[puts eyeshadow on Jeremiah]

Sarah: Look left... look right... blink... look at me.

Older Jeremiah: Can I come to Hollywood with you?

Sarah: [starts putting lipstick on Jeremiah]

Older Jeremiah: Can I come to Hollywood...?

Sarah: Hold still. You're making me late for work. I wanna leave before Jackson gets back.

[points to the mirror]

Sarah: Well?

Older Jeremiah: [stares at himself in the mirror] I'm pretty.

Sarah: What did I tell you? You were meant to be a girl.

Older Jeremiah: I know.

Sarah: [starts curling Jeremiah's hair, while Jeremiah starts messing with his lipstick] Stop doing that! Don't mess my lips!

Older Jeremiah: Sorry.

Sarah: My hair used to be blond like yours. Yours will get darker, too. We're beautiful girls, aren't we?

Older Jeremiah: [imitating Sarah while wearing her baby doll nightie] You're so beautiful, baby doll. Thank ya, honey. Daddy's sexy girl. How's my baby doll's honey pot? I know you'll love me, Jackson.

Jackson: What in the hell are you doing? Jesus Christ Jeremiah, what's gotten into you? Did your mother put you up to this? Is she home early? Sarah!

Older Jeremiah: It's me, Daddy. I'm your baby girl.

Jackson: You do look like your mother a little bit back in the day.

Older Jeremiah: [puts his thumb in his mouth seductively]

Jackson: Get your thumb out of your mouth! You know you ain't supposed to do that.

Older Jeremiah: [turns around and wiggles his butt in Jackson's face]

Jackson: There's something wrong with you, boy.

Older Jeremiah: [jumps in Jackson's lap]

Jackson: Lord, help me!

Older Jeremiah: Ain't your little girl perty?

Jackson: [offers Jeremiah his beer] You want some of this?

Older Jeremiah: Mmm hmm.

[drinks his beer and sighs heavily in Jackson's face]

Jackson: [takes the beer away] That's enough.

Older Jeremiah: Play with me. Please Daddy? Play with me.