Clueless
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1995
- 97 min
- 18,494 Views
# Looking out a dirty, old window?
# Outside the cars in the city
go rushing by?
# I sit here alone, and I wonder why?
# Friday night and everyone's moving?
# I can feel the heat?
# But it's soothing?
# Heading down?
# I search for the beat
in this dirty town?
# Downtown, the young ones are going?
# Downtown, the young ones are growing?
# We're the kids in America?
# We're the kids in America?
So, O.K., you're probably going,
Is this, like,
a Noxema commercial or what?
But seriously,
I actually have a way normal life
for a teenage girl.
I mean, I get up, I brush my teeth.
And I pick out my school clothes.
# They do it over there?
# But we don't do it here?
# Ooh, bop?
# Fashion?
# Turn to the left?
# Fashion?
# Turn to the right?
# Ooh, fashion?
Daddy's a litigator.
Those are the scariest kinds of lawyers.
Even Lucy, our maid,
is terrified of him.
And Daddy is so good,
he gets $500 an hour
to fight with people.
He fights with me for free.
Daddy!
Cher, please don't start
with the juice again.
Daddy, you need your Vitamin C.
Where's my briefcase?
It's been a couple months now.
Let's go to Malibu.
Don't tell me those lowlifes
have been calling again.
They are your parents.
Don't sneak out of the office.
Dr. Lovett's giving you a flu shot.
Josh is coming for dinner.
Why?
He's your stepbrother!
You were hardly married to his mother.
Why do I have to see Josh?
You divorce wives, not children.
Here.
Forget it!
Did I show you
the loqued out Jeep Daddy got me?
It's got four-wheel drive,
dual side airbags,
and a monster sound system.
I don't have a license yet,
but I need something to learn on.
Boy! That came out of nowhere!
Here's where Dionne lives.
She's my friend
because we both know what it's like
to have people jealous of us.
- Girlfriend!
- I must give her snaps
for her courageous fashion efforts.
Hey, Cher.
Dionne and I were both named
after great singers of the past
who now do infomercials.
So?
Been shopping with Dr. Seuss?
I wouldn't skin a collie for a backpack.
It's faux.
Hello! That was a stop sign.
I totally paused.
Yeah. O.K.
It's not even 8:
30,and Murray is paging me.
He is so possessive.
and he's all, Where were you today?
Dionne and her boyfriend Murray
are in this dramatic relationship.
I think they've seen
that Ike and Tina Turner movie
just too many times.
Now, I have to say to her...
Why do you put up with it?
You could do better.
I know. Shh. Here he comes.
Woman, why don't you
be answering any of my pages?
I hate when you call me woman.
Where you been all weekend?
You jeepin' behind my back?
Jeepin'.
No! But speaking of vehicular sex,
perhaps you can explain
how this Kmart hair extension
got into the backseat of your car.
I don't know where that came from.
That looks like one of
your stringy something or anothers.
I do not wear polyester hair, O.K.?
Unlike Shawanna.
Dee, I'm Audi.
Bye.
That's it. I've had it with you.
Is it that time of the month again?
I don't know why
Dionne's going out
with a high school boy.
They're like dogs.
You have to clean them and feed them.
They're just like
these nervous creatures
that jump and slobber all over you.
Ew! Get off of me!
Oh, as if!
Should all oppressed people
be allowed refuge in America?
Amber will take the con position.
Cher will be pro.
Cher, two minutes.
So. O.K.
Like, right now, for example,
the Haiti-ans need to come to America.
Some people are all,
What about
the strain on our resources?
Like, when I had this garden party
for my father's birthday, right?
I said RSVP because
it was a sit-down dinner.
But people came that,
like, did not RSVP,
so I was, like, totally buggin'.
I had to haul ass to the kitchen,
redistribute the food,
squish in extra place settings.
By the end of the day,
it was, like, the more the merrier.
So if the government
could just get to the kitchen,
rearrange some things,
we could certainly
party with the Haiti-ans.
May I remind you
that it does not say RSVP
on the Statue of Liberty?
- Whoo!
- Yeah!
Thank you very much.
Amber, reply?
Mr. Hall, how can I answer that?
The topic is Haiti,
and she's talking about
some little party.
Hello! It was his 50th birthday.
Whatever.
If she doesn't do the assignment,
I can't do mine.
Ladies.
So, does anyone have
any further thoughts on Cher's oration?
Elton, comments?
Yeah, I can't find
my Cranberries CD.
I got to go to the quad
before somebody snags it.
I'm afraid I can't permit that.
Any further insights?
I have an insight, Mr. Hall.
I'm all ears.
O.K., like, the way I feel
about the Rolling Stones
is the way my kids are going
to feel about Nine Inch Nails,
so I really shouldn't torment
my mom anymore, huh?
Yes, well, it's a little
off the subject of Haiti,
but tolerance is always a good lesson.
Even when it comes out of nowhere.
And with that in mind,
I'm going to distribute
your report cards.
Now, is there
a Christian Stovitz in this class?
Mr. Hall, the buzz on Christian
is that his parents have joint custody.
He'll be spending
one semester in Chicago
and one semester here.
I think it is a travesty
of the legal profession.
Thank you for that perspective, Cher.
Could all conversations
please come to a halt?
And could the suicide attempts
please be postponed
till the next period?
Suddenly, a dark cloud
settled over first period.
I got a C in Debate?
Dee?
Did you get your report card?
Yeah. I'm toast. How did you do?
I totally choked.
My father's going to
go ballistic on me.
Mr. Hall was way harsh.
He gave me a C-minus.
He gave me a C,
which drags down my entire average.
Bye.
I'll call you.
Isn't my house classic?
The columns date
all the way back to 1972.
Wasn't my mom a Betty?
She died when I was just a baby.
A fluke accident
during a routine liposuction.
I don't remember her,
but I like to pretend
she still watches over me.
Hey, Mom. 98 in Geometry.
Pretty groovy, huh?
Yuck! The maudlin music
of the university station?
Wah wah wah!
Yuck! What is it about
college and crybaby music?
Hey.
Who's watching the Galleria?
The flannel shirt...
Is that a nod
to the crispy Seattle weather?
Or are you trying to stay warm
in front of the refrigerator?
Oh, wow, you're filling out there.
Oh, wow, your face is
catching up with your mouth.
I went by Dad's office.
He is not your dad.
Go torture a new family.
Just because my mother
marries someone else
doesn't mean he's my father.
That's exactly what it means.
I hope you're not
thinking of staying here.
I sure want to.
I got a place near school.
Shouldn't you go to school
on the East Coast?
I hear girls at NYU
aren't at all particular.
You're funny.
Hey!
You just got here, and already
you're playing couch commando.
In some parts of the universe,
it's considered cool to know
what's going on in the world.
I so need lessons
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