[Nikki and Doc enter the hotel lobby]
Doc McGhee:
Your mother called and asked to come to a show. So, I thought with it being the holidays and all...
[Nikki sees his estranged mother Deana, who smiles and offers a hug]
Deana:
Merry Christmas, Frank.
Nikki Sixx:
That's not my name.
[Deana hugs Nikki]
Deana:
Oh, that song. The one about looks that kill. It's about me, isn't it, Frankie?
[Nikki steps away from Deana]
Deana:
Frankie?
Nikki Sixx:
[pointing his Jack Daniel's bottle at her]
That's not my fucking name!
[Nikki smashes the bottle on the floor and walks away]
Doc McGhee:
Nikki. Nikki! Wait up a minute, will ya?
Nikki Sixx:
Who the fuck do you think you are?
Doc McGhee:
I thought it would help.
Nikki Sixx:
I fucking trusted you, but you are not my fucking father and you are not my fucking friend. You are just another leech with your hands in my pockets who wouldn't be standing there right now unless you were getting something out of it, so just fuck off, Doc. You're fucking fired!
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