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It's Scurvy's. His date got convicted. Where'd you get the dress? |
It's just something I had. You know |
Oh huh |
Look, I'm sorry that I questioned your motives. I was wrong. |
My grandmother's . |
What? |
That's where I was last year. She'd never lived alone my grandfather died I stayed with her. I wasn't in jail, I don't know Marilyn Manson, and I've never slept with a Spice Girl. I spent a year sitting next to my grandma on the couch watching Wheel of Fortune. End of story. |
That ' s completely adorable! |
It gets worse you still have your freshman yearbook? |
Wait I... |
You were paid to take me out! By the one person I truly hate. I knew it was a setup! |
It wasn't like that. |
Really? What was it like? A down payment now, then a bonus for sleeping with me? |
I didn't care about the money. |
A Fender Strat. You bought this? |
I thought you could use it. When you start your band. |
Besides, I had some extra cash. Some asshole paid me to take out a really great girl. |
Is that right? |
Yeah, but then I fucked up. I fell for her. |
Why is my veggie burger the only burnt object on this grill? |
Because I like to torture you. |
Oh, Bianca? Can you get me my freshman yearbook? |
Don ' t you even dare. . . |
Who's that? |
Patrick Verona Random skid. |
That's Pat Verona? The one who was gone for a year? I heard he was doing porn movies. |
I'm sure he's completely incapable of doing anything that interesting. |
He always look so |
Block E? |
Mandella, eat. Starving yourself is a very slow way to die. |
Just a little. |
What's this? |
An attempted slit. |
I realize that the men of this fine institution are severely lacking, but killing yourself so you can be with William Shakespeare is beyond the scope of normal teenage obsessions. You're venturing far past daytime talk show fodder and entering the world of those who need very expensive therapy. |
But imagine the things he'd say during sex. |
The people at this school are so incredibly foul. |
You could always go with me. I'm sure William has some friends. |
So he has this huge raging fit about Sarah Lawrence and insists that I go to his maledominated, puking frat boy, number one golf team school. I have no say at all. |
William would never have gone to a state school. |
William didn't even go to high school |
That's never been proven |
Neither has his heterosexuality. |
I appreciate your efforts toward a speedy death, but I'm consuming. Do you mind? |
Does it matter? |
If I was Bianca, it would be, "Any school you want, precious. Don't forget your tiara." |
You think this'll work? |
No fear. |
What'd he say? |
Who cares? |
You went to the party? I thought we were officially opposed to suburban social activity. |
I didn't have a choice. |
You didn't have a choice? Where's Kat and what have you done with her? |
I did Bianca a favor and it backfired. |
You didn't |
I got drunk. I puked. I got rejected. It was big fun. |
Can you even imagine? Who the hell would go to this a bastion of commercial excess? |
Well, I guess we're not, since we don't have dates . |
Listen to you! You sound like Betty, all pissed off because Archie is taking Veronica. |
Okay, okay, we won't go. It's not like I have a dress anyway |
You ' re looking at this from the wrong perspective. We're making a statement. |
Oh, good. Something new and different for us. |
Have you seen him? |
Who? |
William he asked me to meet him here. |
Oh, honey tell me we haven't' progressed to fullon hallucinations. |
Hey. |
Are you lost? |
Nope just came by to chat |
We don't chat. |
Well, actually, I thought I'd run an idea by you. You know, just to see if you're interested. |
We're not. |
But she can't go out with you because her sister is this insane head case and no one will go out with her. right? |
Does this conversation have a purpose? |
So what you need to do is recruit a guy who'll go out with her. Someone who's up for the job. |
I hear you're helpin' Verona. |
Uh, yeah. We're old friend* |
You and Verona? |
What? We took bathes together when we were kids. |
You better not fuck this up. I'm heavily invested. |
Hey it's all for the higher good right? |
Yeah |
What do you think? |
Two legs, nice rack... |
Yeah, whatever. I want you to go out with her. |
Sure, Sparky. I'll get right on it. |
You just said |
You need money to take a girl out |
But you'd go out with her if you had the cake? |
You got it, Verona. I pick up the tab, you do the honors. |
You're gonna pay me to take out some girl? |
I can't date her sister until that one gets a boyfriend. And that's the catch. She doesn't want a boyfriend. |
How much? |
I can't take a girl like that out on twenty bucks. |
Fine, thirty. |
Take it or leave it. This isn't a negotiation. |
Fifty, and you've got your man. |
When I shell out fifty, I expect results. |
I'm on it |
Watching the bitch trash my car doesn't count as a date. |
I got her under control. She just acts crazed in public to keep up the image. |