Can't Hardly Wait Page #6
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1998
- 100 min
- 1,725 Views
Now, ladies, ladies, please.
Both of you can hold
my laser pointer anytime.
Come on.
in the make-out room with...
William Lichter?
- Yeah.
- They're so lucky.
Hey, man. You want a beer?
Trip McNealy.
No way, man.
Geez.
You were a sexual icon.
You know, girls at Huntington
still talk about you.
Really? Which ones?
You must be rackin' up at college.
College.
I wish. I can't even get
digits as a freshman.
Shut up. Come on.
You can tell me.
Seriously, man.
I thought college
was gonna be a 24-7 orgy.
That's even why I broke up
with Janeen before I left.
So what happened?
College chicks
are totally different, bro.
They're all serious and sh*t.
They all talk about world issues
and "ecolomological" crap.
They all wanna date older guys.
Yeah, but not all of 'em, right?
Way it goes.
Hell, I even tried crawling back
to Janeen.
She was all cozy with some senior.
He's a premed.
They all are.
Guys like us,
we are a dime a dozen.
Speaking of which...
you still with that Amanda chick?
She was a prize piece
if I ever saw one.
Yeah.
Me and Amanda, definitely.
Yep.
You're lucky, bro.
- Sure am.
- Stay with her.
That's the best advice
I can give you.
Oh, that and...
bring rubber flip-flops
to the shower.
I got warts all over my feet.
Take it easy, Trip.
All right.
Amanda!
Have you seen Amanda Beckett?
No.
Preston? I don't know.
Well, his hair's kinda,
I don't know, brown.
No, it's not really brown.
Oh, he's tall.
Yeah. He's kinda tall,
sorta tall.
And he's like always wearin',
like, T-shirts.
Sometimes.
- So he's sort of tall?
- Kind of.
- With hair?
- Yeah.
And he wears T-shirts sometimes?
- Yeah.
- Yes.
- That's it?
- Well...
I mean, he's Preston.
He's Preston, you know?
I like that guy.
You know who else I like
who never got much play...
is Velma from "Scooby Doo."
Right.
She was also a cool...
- She was a hip lady.
- Hip chick.
- Watch it!
- Amandal
Oh, God. Mike, get off.
Can't I hug my girl if I want?
I am not your girl,
and you're obviously drunk.
- So...
- Wait.
We need to talk.
- About what?
- Us.
There is no us.
No, but there is, see, 'cause...
I've been doing
a lot of thinking...
and I think...
I think...
I think we should
get back together.
Why?
- What?
- Why?
Give me one good reason why...
No. You know what?
Screw that.
No, Mike. My answer is no.
You mean you don't want me
to take you back?
'Cause I'm serious about this.
You should really think about this.
Think about what? That you're
a childish, self-centered a**hole?
Take me back? Please.
Look. You're drunk,
and we're over.
Why don't you just walk away now
and save yourself the embarrassment?
Oh, yeah?
Yeah, well, you're the one...
Amanda, who's gonna be embarrassed.
Who's gonna want you now?
Somebody.
Somebody?
More like...
nobody.
Gosh, Mike,
you really got me there.
Fag!
Shut up!
Yes!
I'll kick everyone's ass
in this room!
Now that Mike is
completely out of the picture...
I was thinking maybe you'd like
to come to my van...
and I could turn that frown
upside down.
Amanda, hey,
I just saw what happened, and I...
Oh, God, you're a hottie!
Can I see you naked?
Remember that time you danced
with me at the sock hop?
I never told you,
but I had the hugest boner.
- Maybe we could work things out.
- Let me get you out of that skirt.
You're lookin' good.
Hey, Amanda, do you want
some watermelon?
Amanda, I love you!
Listen. I know that must sound
really strange, but...
Excuse me. I've always felt there was
this unspoken connection between us...
ever since the first time I saw you when
you were holding my favorite Pop Tart.
And the truth is, I'm leaving tomorrow.
If we could go someplace...
Oh, you know what?
That is enough!
God, I haven't even been single
for like five minutes...
and already you think...
that I am just gonna strip off
my clothes and do you right here...
because, I don't know,
I don't know...
you imagined that we shared
some intimate moment that you...
have probably been drooling over
for the past four years!
How sick and deluded are you?
You know, why don't you just
go off and get yourself...
a goddamn life, a**hole?
Thanks, man.
That was the funniest thing
I've seen all night.
Oh, man.
I hope you guys are okay.
Don't stick that probe there, Daddy!
Hey, buddy! Hey.
You have to come outside with me,
man, 'cause we are...
There is...
There's this chick out there...
There's two chicks out there...
They're triplets, man. Huh?
You're not gonna believe what they're
doin', not 'cause I made it up...
but because it is so...
unbelievable, man.
Come on out to the pool house with me
'cause they told me...
that they want you to watch 'em.
They want you to watch 'em.
So we're goin' out.
Come on. To the pool house.
Come on.
I'm a loser.
I broke up with the hottest girl
in school.
My friends all sold me out.
Someone in there called me a fag.
Why?
I'll make love to you
Like you want me to
And I'll hold you fight
The right stuff
You loved the New Kids.
The acid-washed jeans.
With the built-in rips.
You were a fashion victim from the womb.
Thank you.
I've gotten better since then.
Yeah, if you need to fit
a family of five in your pants.
Shut up. These are cool.
All right.
But the goggles.
Everybody's wearing these.
All right.
Okay, my turn.
- What?
- The shoes.
What is wrong with my shoes?
What? What?
Do they serve
an orthopedic function?
No. Fine.
What about your shoes?
- What's wrong with my shoes?
- Is there a mission to the moon later?
Yeah.
- Your feet smell.
- They do not.
I'm the king of beer!
You still didn't sign
my yearbook.
Actually, I'm trying to get everybody
to sign by their own picture.
Oh, my God.
Oh, sh*t.
What is wrong with everybody?
These are memories
frozen in time, people!
A love-struck Romeo
Sings a sfreetsuss serenade
Layin' everybody low
With a love song fhaf he made
Finds a sfreetlight
Steps ouf of the shade
says something like
You and me, babe
How about if
Juliet says
Hey, if's Romeo
You nearly gave me a heart aftack
He's underneath the window
She's singing
Hey, my boyfriend's back
Shouldn't come around here
singing up af people like fhat
Who needs her?
You know what they say
about women and trolley cars, right?
There's plenty of 'em in the sea.
Am I right?
You are correct.
You're 110 percent right.
- Let me ask you something. Wait.
- What?
You remember the time...
that you had to make
that really stupid speech...
and I kinda sorta tripped you...
and everybody started laughing
at you in school?
Okay, yeah. Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Oh, man.
Hey, don't worry about it, man.
Hey, it's ancient history, right?
It's ancient history.
- When was that anyway?
- That was this morning at graduation.
Oh, yeah.
You think I could get a shirt?
You know, for nostalgia?
Yeah.
What would you think
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