Can't Buy Me Love Page #3

Aren't you in the wrong section?

Losers are to the left.

Then I guess|you'll be making a right.

That's the a**hole section.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Oh! You need a map,John?

We've only been sitting|at that table for three years.

Well, look. That wimp ass Miller|is parked in our zone.

Lighten up. How bad could he be?

He's with Cindy. Come on.

You all know Ronnie?

Yeah, we were in, uh,|sixth grade together.

Uh, but I haven't|seen him since then.

I read in the paper that you|and Ricky will probably make all-county,

maybe even all-state this season.

- Oh, really? You go to the game?|- Every one.

- I never seen ya there.|- I have.

You sit in the visiting section,|don't you?

- Yeah, he sits there|to razz the other team.

- It's psychological warfare.|- Yeah!

I almost got my butt|kicked three times.

- I'll bet.|- Now that's school spirit.

- Risking your life for the team.|- Yeah.

- I guess.|- Yeah.

Guys, look at this. Ronald's over in|no-man's land, and he's still alive.

What does he think|he's doing, Kenneth?

- He must be helping them with their homework.|- Yeah.

First morning in school,|homework? Sure, Ken.

- Great.|- Oh!

God, if my blood sugar level was any|lower, I'd be a corpse. Thanks for stopping.

No problem. I stop here|every day anyway.

- Why didn't you eat lunch?|- I don't know.

I guess I just get nervous|around those guys.

- Hi.|- Hi.

- Hi, Cindy.|- John.

Now is your chance. Okay,|why don't you go over there...

and invite them to come over here|and join us, okay?

- Good idea.|- Okay.

Okay.

- Hey, guys, come on over. The pizza's on me.|- Whoo!

All right. Whoo!

- Come on. Don't.|- Man!

- Oh, come on, you guys.|- Give me that.

Dude. Thanks, Ron.

It's okay.

Oh, come on. F-6, okay. Got F-6.

- Hey! Different outfit, Ron.|- Thanks, Dad.

Hey, honey, how's|that new microscope?

It's a tele...

I decided to wait for|the big Columbus Day sale.

- Where ya off to?|- I'm going to a party...

at John Richman's|with Cindy Mancini.

- Cindy Mancini?|- Mm-hmm.

- Senior? Captain of the cheerleaders?|- Yes.

Most beautiful girl|in the history of this county.

Mm-hmm. That's her.|Well, I'm late. I gotta bolt.

"Bolt"?|Something stinks in suburbia.

- Hey.|- ##Secret agent man Secret agent man ####

Who is it?|- Ronald.

- Oh, Ronald?|- Yes, ma'am.

Um, did I... Did I forget|to pay you last week?

Oh, no, ma'am.|I'm here to pick up Cindy.

- Cindy?|- Yes, ma'am. Your daughter.

Cindy!

- Here she is.|- Uh-huh. Bye.

- Cindy, I didn't get a chance to say|good-bye to your mother. - She'll get over it.

- Is something the matter?|- Yes, there's something the matter!

Ronald, I'm usually picked up in some|sort of mechanized transportation.

I'm sorry. It's just... It's a nice|night, Cindy. It's only a few blocks.

I am not going on a nature walk.

I can't believe I let you|negotiate a Saturday night.

I mean, what?|We had lunch all week together.

I stood near you in the hall.|I even took you out for pizza!

And I waved to you|at the game yesterday.

I mean, Saturday night|was not part of our deal.

Bobby hasn't called?

I don't think that's|any of your business.

Cindy, here Bobby was|a big-time football star.

But there he's just a freshman|tryin' to make it.

I'm sure he's|thinking about you.

I'm sorry.

Sorry? Hey, I'm the one|that forgot my dad's car.

It's just that I haven't had that many|dates in the last 16, say, 17 years.

So what do you think|of this suit, huh? Elegant?

Gaudy?

What's a two-word phrase|for late and inconsiderate?

Oh, oh, oh! I got it.|Uh, Ronald Miller.

Hysterical. He'll be here.

Yeah, he's probably havin'|a late lunch with Cindy.

The least he could have done|is drop off the dip and chips.

The cold brew is|just not the same.

So what's the real reason|why they call you Big John?

Well, how about I show you?

- Hey, great game, Big John.|- Oh, thanks.

- Hey.|- So...

Um, you brought Cindy here?

No... Yes... Well, we came from|her house together, so, yeah.

- Well, hey, anyway, think you can handle a brew?|- Sure, you got an A&W?

No, you're a funny guy though.

## 'Cause you're not to blame|'cause you're not the same ##

- You okay?|- Dude, I got to let it go, man.

I mean, bad. Oh,|but there's no need for panic,

because John Richman|is a socially responsible human being.

Hi, Cindy.

Hi.

- Hi.|- people are starting to buy this.

I mean, he went from|totally geek to totally chic.

Mm-hmm.

What do you think?

Ronnie, do you want me|to give you a ride home after school?

- Yes, please. Thank you.|- Okay, I'll see you then.

- Good morning.|- Good morning.

- How was your weekend?|- It was great. How was yours?

Well, uh, Friday, uh...

I nearly got my face rearranged by a|visiting fan trying to save ya a seat.

And Saturday,|you stood us up for cards.

And, hey, Sunday, never|returned any of my calls.

- Damn. I'm sorry.|- Yeah? For which one?

I said I'm sorry.|Can we please terminate this?

Fine.

Hey, hey, Kenneth.|Kenneth, Kenneth, Kenneth!

Let's do somethin' this weekend,|just me and you.

Okay, Friday night.

- I can't.|- Saturday.

Well, I was thinkin'|more like Sunday afternoon.

Great. I'll call you|for an appointment.

Oh, great. All right.|I'll see you Sunday.

Yo, gentlemen. Hey!|How's it goin'?

You know, when I offered you a ride|home, it wasn't to get you to wash my car.

- I don't mind. Actually, I kind of like it.|- You're a hard worker.

Work's not really my thing.

Cheerleading's hard work.|You do it well.

I guess. But what I mean is|that I don't do much else...

except for shop and hangout.

You can do anything you want.

Anything you put your heart|and your mind into.

I believe that.

Um, I'll be right back. Do you want|anything from the kitchen or anything?

- No, thanks.|- Okay.

- Here.|- Here.

"Someday my wish is for him|to hold me in his arms...

"in a sea of deep blue.

Together at last,|together as two. "

Oh, that's beautiful.

- I didn't know you were a poet.|- No one knows.

Even Bobby?

Thank you for trusting me|with these.

Let's just keep it between us, okay?

For life or longer? promise?

promise. But you should|be proud of it. You're talented.

And you're drenched.

Ah!

- You really like this?|- Yeah, I do, but you're missing one big essential.

- You're sure?|- Yeah!

What am I missing?

I'd like to see those, please.

Aw! Very cool.

- How much are they?|- Don't worry about it. They're on me.

Come on.

I'm starting to get nervous now.

- Okay. Bye, Cindy.|- Bye-bye.

Good to see you, honey.

I can't believe you won't|tell me where we're going.

- What are we doing? Horseback riding?|- Mm-mm.

- A picnic?|- Nope.

Since it's our last official date, I thought|we could check out one of my favorite places.

- Well, what's in the box?|- You'll find out.

- Okay.|- Trust me! It'll be fun.

Aah! Aah!

Okay, let me guess.|Are we out of gas?

- Come on, Ronald. I thought we outlawed this kind of stuff.|- Follow me.

Wait a second. You're nuts.

I mean, I don't usually|scale walls on dates.

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