House. Night. Dogs. Dogs. Sharon asks Accent-Lady if she has flea bites, and she retells the joke she told earlier that Ozzy did not get due to his being on the mission to the fridge. Sharon goes on about how many flea bites she has, and they compare bites like Mel Gibson and Renee Russo in whatever movie that was. Sharon tells Bitch Boy that she's ordered all new furniture, so he should just get rid of everything in the living room (or Living Room Number 7, in that huge house) tomorrow. Sharon leaves, saying it's "fucking torture." Yes, call Amnesty International.
Kelly returns from her trip to show Sharon her new nose piercing! Sharon says it looks like a "boogie" on the side of her nose. Kelly says she likes it; it's not black -- it's just got blood on it. Kelly says, "It's cute. I'm young." That's the best line of the night, right there. Sharon is bummed and tries to get her to take it out. Kelly refuses. Sharon says she'll be upset as she gets older and there is a big hole in her nose. "You'll be heartbroken," she says. Sharon asks and Kelly refuses three times. Sharon says it will close if she takes it out now, and Kelly yells, "I'm eighteen. There is nothing you can do." She says she's going to get a chain from her nose to ear. Nothing works, so Sharon finally plays the "wait until your father sees it" card.
CUT TO: Ozzy, like any other stern father, in the middle of getting make-up put on. Make-up guy asks if Ozzy likes Kelly's nose ring. I'm pretty sure this is fake, because when Ozzy says, "Kelly got a nose ring?" the guy does a terrible fake take to the camera and then mumbles, "Uh...I don't know." "Fucking hell," reads Ozzy.
New furniture is delivered. Ozzy watches. Music plays. Ozzy watches. Wicker. Stone tables. Money being thrown away.
Now the 2001: A Space Odyssey music plays as Ozzy sits. Then we pan over to a big giant bronze sculpture of a hand, sitting in the kitchen. Some real Tennessee Williams-ish art dealer guy stands there holding onto it. It goes on. Ozzy stares. The music plays. The camera pivots. Whatever, Boys With Avids. Whatever.