United States of Tara Premiere
They start to make out and ... well, you know.
Next morn, Tara's wrapped in a sheet, sprawled across the bed looking contemplative. She looks down and rolls her eyes when she sees the color T painted her nails.
Tara's in the car driving and talking on the phone, leaving a message for Max that starts "Hi honey it's me ... Tara." Ha. See what they did there? She explains that she's dropping off a costume for Kate and that she'll be home later. She pulls up to the school and sees Kate and Sex Robot fighting and leaps out of the car, yelling that she didn't raise her to let boys with pigtails push her around. Sex Robot snides that they're Samurai knots. Kate explains that they were simply having a dialogue about their relationship (yeah she said that) and gets all pissy that her mom is being, like, so embarrassing. Sex Robot asks if this is the bitch character. Kate grabs the costume from her mom and stomps off crying, saying that everyone's staring at them. Tara, visibly shaken, gets back in the car. And since we're supposed to understand that that was a stressful ordeal, get ready for another transition. Seriously, if that sort of exchange is enough to get her crazy, someone really should've advised her against having kids because that is NOTHING.
Tara closes her eyes and then opens them, her face taking on a stone-sober expression as the strains of The Eels begin to play. She peels out, sliding a pair of Wood Shop looking aviator glasses on and grabbing a pack of Marlboro Reds out of the glove box, lighting up angrily. Kate storms backstage costume in hand, greeting a friend who calls her "bitch" with a half-hearted, "Hey Skankwaffle." Not even gonna bother with that one.
Tara, or whoever the fuck this alter is, pulls into the garage and swaggers into the kitchen, ignoring Marshall, who says he's baking Muffins of Triumph (again, no) for Kate. Since all of Tara's personalities require a costume change to really hammer home the point that they're all, you know, really different, we see her changing into a leather cuff, cut-off button down shirt and jeans a la Samantha Ronson, signaling to all of us that this is the butch character or something. The camera flashes back and forth between Tara (or whoever) and Kate, both of whom are getting into their costumes and preparing to inhabit their chosen roles. Very very deep, this juxtaposition. Biker boots vs.