is this my mark? hi, i'm rebecca leeman. and i believe this pageant is an important experience for every young woman. it, well, it teaches you what's really important in life, and it has the power to change you in ways you've never dreamed of.
what?! klinghagen thinks it'll all come down to me and amber?
yah-my mom gave me this nine-mil for my thirteenth birthday.
hellooo, little mary sunshine! what?! oh-oh my god! lights! camera! and me without a stitch of make-up on. what are you guys doin' here?
oh, amber, like you're the only one who visits mary.
"who are you?!" oh mary, you kill me. she always says that. it's a little game we play. every week - same dippy little look on her face. "who are you - who are you?" just like that. it's me - becky - and i brought your favorites.
she's skinny, not deaf, amber.
mommm.
japan.
nice one, dad. he's dead.
so, brett, do you wanna go to the lake with me on thursday?
yah-well, maybe friday, then. a bunch of us were gonna go cow-tippin'.
giver her your tray, brett. you're holdin' up the line.
give it to her!
he did? well, huntin's dangerous. so, anyways, my mom gave me this 30-aught for my sixteenth birthday.
one with strong roots in a community like mount rose, a solid christian trunk and long leafy branches to provide shade for handicapped kids on a hot summer day.
my mother, kcause she could solve world hunger with one of her blue- ribbon rhubarb pies, create world peace with one of her prayers and still find time to look beautiful. for my dad, lester leeman.
there are eight thousand sequins and fifteen hundred beads on the skirt, alone. my mom and mrs. lopez make it. she's one of my father's many mexican workers he lifts from the poverty they know in mexico .
i chose mount rushmore, because to live in a country where you can take an ugly old mountain and put faces on it, faces of great americans, who did so much to make our country super great, well that makes me - rebecca leeman - proud to be an american!
what?
if you're gettin' at somethin', you better just say it.
well then, you better be willin' to back it up, kcause you're talkin' like crazy.
well, as my mother says at sunday dinner, "come and get it," bitch!
if you want seconds, then i'll make sure it's hot enough for ya.
give me your stringy-ass hair!
you're choking my, you fucking bitch!
they're wet.
hurry up.
maybe she shoulda shoved that lucky bolt down her throat for desert.
i don't know how many of you know this, but i've got a very special fella in my life - that's right, i do.  and if nobody minds, i'd like to sing a little song, just for him.
oh, good lord! what're they doin'? lettin' the retard count votes?!
oh, thank you so much!
well, it's all happenin' so fast. goodness-gracious, it hardly seems real, y'know? i mean, i won! i'm the winner! i'm going to state!
it smells funny. like gasoline.
my dress'll reek.