It would seem that, for Allie, home is really where her mother is. Whether they're crying/screaming/laughing/throwing things/kicking the dog. Unfortunately, Allie's other home is where her father is. Never mind that her father is a cheating, lying, shoe-buying, other-woman-impregnating dicksmack.
"I found out, two days ago, that my dad is getting married," Allie says. There's one word you're forgetting in that sentence, darlin'. And that word is "AGAIN." He's getting married AGAIN. To the woman he cheated on your mother with. "Again" is not a long word, Allie, but in this case, it speaks volumes. "This is kind of a problem," she continues, "and actually a wonderful thing at the same time." Dude. Nuh-uh. No way. No, my father never cheated on my mother; nor did he ever leave her for another woman. So, you know, I can't really relate to Allie on an empathetic level, but...I'm not so sure I would be able to refer to my father's upcoming re-nuptials as "wonderful." I'd be more likely to refer to my father's upcoming re-nuptials as "a major travesty" and then tell my father he's a shit and then go, you know, get some coffee or something.
Speaking of which, where's that coffee I asked you to get me? Huh? I'd like a little service around here. Hank4's off playing golf (in the rain…hee hee...fuckstick) and I have no one to wait on me. So you'd better get off your asses and get me that coffee. Pronto. Before I have you killed.
Philanderer's Palace. The Other Woman is busy making her special pierogies for Allie while Father Fickle carts around his secondary offspring. Allie gets along with The Other Woman, and this really impresses me because I know for a fact that I'd be spray-painting her clothing and knifing her tires without a second thought. Allie tells us that it's hard for her, because she constantly gets put in the position of having to choose between her parents, a statement which just about every child of divorce can relate to.
Hallowed Halls of High School. Kaytee and Scooter are discussing Scooter's inclusion in Kaytee's little coffeehouse band. "You won't let me play for you," says Scooter. "You don't wanna, like, commit," says Kaytee. "You have a problem with commitment." Get it? The whole show is about home and parents and divorce and COMMITMENT. See? See how the editors neatly wrapped the theme around the existing footage? SEE?
Some other day (I know this because Kaytee's wearing an entirely different outfit and Scooter's nowhere to be found), Koffeehouse Kaytee is jamming with a bongo player and some Dungeons & Dragons drummer. And don't email me all, "Dude! Don't knock Dungeons & Dragons, okay? D&D rocks! In fact, me and my friend Scuz are playing it right now. Dude -- you're an ogre. You don't have any special powers yet. No, you can't cast the spell of Undying Bad Taste. That doesn't even exist. DUDE!" I'm serious. This kid just looks like one of those guys who locks himself in his parents' basement with eight pair of dice and two of his pimply friends and emerges, twenty years later, to become a writer for The X-Files. See? Even D&D kids grow up right. I'm just sayin'.
Yet another day (see above parentheses), Kaytee's strumming away in her bedroom and, um, what's with her hair? It's all short and pixie-ish. That's okay and everything, but wasn't it longer and in a ponytail in the previous scene? What day is this? Or, I should say, "what year"? One second she's got long hair, the next it's short? The hell? Anyway, Kaytee tells us that she's got this coffeehouse gig and she's furiously figuring out what to play. I kind of dig the song she's just written. It's very Ani DiFranco-ish, which, I guess, is sort of what Kaytee's shooting for. Then the Mother of Anti-Destiny enters, bearing plates of bizarre nourishment. As far as I can tell, there's, like, a slab of cheese, some fruit, some crudités, and a tub of dip. What, are we at a cocktail party here? It's Kaytee's room, not Pops for Champagne. Kaytee instructs the Mother of Anti-Destiny to leave immediately, because she has to concentrate and her mother's garbled tentacle-like aura distracts her from her purpose.