Jackie: [seemingly upset] Lexi, where are you? Lexi!
Lexi: [comes upstairs, innocently] Yes, mother?
Jackie: [sternly] Don't 'yes, mother' me.
Lexi: What's wrong?
Jackie: Did you put drugs in that boy's drink?
Lexi: No! I--I told you that I didn't! Don't you believe me?
Jackie: No. No, I don't. The detectives just called me! They're pressing charges against me! For serving alcohol to minors!
Lexi: [still acts innocent] That's ridiculous!
Jackie: No. No, no, YOU'RE ridiculous! And I want you out of this house.
Lexi: What, mother--you're acting irrational!
Jackie: No, no, no, no! I am PERFECTLY lucid. As a matter of fact, I haven't thought this clearly for a really long time! You're going to be eighteen in a few weeks. I'm done. I don't have to take care of you anymore.
Lexi: [laughs furiously] That's funny, mother!
[goes up to her mother's face]
Lexi: [yells] When did you EVER take care of me? I've been taking care of you since I was ten years old!
Lexi: [unfazed] Say whatever you want. I want you out of this house, by tonight.
Lexi: [calmly] Sure, mom. I think that's what's best for the both of us. I'll just go grab some things.
Jackie: [dissatisfied] Good. I'm glad you're thinking clearly now.
Lexi: [smirks evilly] GOODBYE, MOTHER!
[Lexi suddenly pushes her own mother off the railing of the stairs and falls two stories down and falls on the floor breaking her neck, dying instantly]
Lexi: [looms over, smiles evilly] Daddy always told you to be careful on the stairs.
