Drive Me Crazy Page #3
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1999
- 91 min
- 1,177 Views
(ringing)
Chase:
Give it up, bonehead.
Princess Leia ain't coming.
Take me to centennial, Chase.
Nicole?
- How'd you get this number?
- I remembered it.
Take me?
- You're drunk.
- I'm desperate.
Oh, well,
when you put it that way.
(scoffs) you're not offended,
so don't pretend to be.
My guess... you're intrigued.
- I am?
- Word's out, Dulcie dropped you.
- Yeah, well...
- Well, you have a tiny idea how I feel.
Look, I know you probably
don't give a damn
about the centennial or me,
and that's fine,
but starting Monday,
the biggest loser ever at Time Zone.
fake sympathy
will be laughing behind my back.
Some of them will try
to set me up out of pity,
but I'll know every time I walk
in a room and it gets suddenly quiet,
they were just talking about
my monumental failure.
We can save each other
from disgrace.
Each other?
What's in it for me?
If you have to ask,
you're not as smart
as you think you are.
you need to sleep on it,
get back to me.
(beeps)
- (thuds)
- (cat yowls, hisses)
(sighs)
(over phone)
Hey, it's Dulcie.
If you want me to get back to you,
leave three ways that high school sucks.
(beeps)
There's the rampant homophobia,
no pep rallies for the debate team,
which leads to the greater issue,
I'm sure,
of pep rallies in general,
speeches, saluting banners.
I think you see
where I'm going with this.
And finally, it sucks
because when you break up
with someone,
you can't escape them,
and it kills you
to see them every day.
Dulcie, call me tonight.
- I don't care what time...
- (beeps)
(sighs)
(birds chirping)
Let's agree on an easy-out clause.
Obviously.
We can't do this halfway.
you know, if we expect
people to buy it,
it's gotta feel real
through and through.
That makes sense.
If you really wanna get Dulcie back,
it's gonna require
some severe measures.
Define "severe."
To start, you can't wear
anything you own.
Probably not.
Not and...
we need to clean you up.
How up are we talking about?
Listen, Chase,
to make an impact,
you have to go to extremes.
Let's do it.
Nice hat.
- (elevator bell dings)
- # Here we go #
that I've been here before... #
Come on!
# Even though
# I don't care, I want more... #
Hi, welcome to the Gap.
# But I don't know #
# What's happening, please #
# Is this really happening
to me? #
# Is this really happening to me? #
# Is this really happening
to me? #
# Is this really happening to me? #
- Nicole?
- Oh, hey, Ray.
Hey. Look, I just want you to know
that I know you're screwed.
About the dance, I mean.
And, um, well, I guess
what I'm trying to say is that
if it comes down to panic time
and you still don't have a date,
and you're, like, really desperate,
well, I'd take you.
I'd be honored.
Oh, that's sweet, Ray,
but, well, when Chase and I got out
of the car the other night,
we kind of decided
we'd go together.
Chase? My Chase?
(laughs)
I got it.
Hey, this is funnier
than you dressing up
for last year's
Junior Miss Pageant, man.
Ray. Hey, Nicole.
So I'm glad to see you're out
of your doldrums.
That hair, guy, is just...
Hey, so, Nicole,
remember what I said.
I'm serious.
If you want.
Well, this is real convincing.
But who gets the last laugh?
See you after school, hon.
(bell rings)
Sh*t. Hurry, Dave.
I promised Ray we'd take him to work.
Are you going to explain this to me?
- Explain what?
- This. What are you trying to pull?
Nothing.
It's a big-ass mistake.
Dulcie come back.
Seriously? How?
Can you think of anything
that would make Dulcie freak out more
than me with
"Miss School Spirit" Nicole Maris?
- He still thinks I'm joking.
- So what are you doing?
you know, to make an impact,
you have to go to extremes.
Did I just hear something
about extremes?
It's real extreme, all right.
Why'd you do it?
Time for a change.
It's not you.
Who knows who I am?
I do.
Don't let Nicole Maris change you.
I'll be all right.
yeah.
Dave, do you mind
stopping off at the mall?
I wanna pick up a Swatch.
Nicole, can you come
in here, honey?
So, what are we burning today?
Fields of Jasmine
for improved circulation?
Strawberry Explosion
for brain power?
- your dad called.
- Why?
He said that he'll meet you
at 12:
00 noon on Sundayat Jefferson Park.
He promised he'd show up
this time.
(crowd cheering)
So get out there
and support the Tigers
on their march
to a state championship.
- Look, we're going to that.
- A basketball game?
(Nicole and Chase whispering)
That wasn't part
of the arrangement.
A necessary evil, Chase.
We have to look chummy,
remember?
And the benefit of that?
We're in this together.
From my point of view,
it's okay to look like I'm going
to the dance with a friend.
It's not okay to look like
I paid a guy to take me.
(cheering)
Nicole:
yeah!So, how does it compare?
To what?
Protests, clove cigarettes,
bongos...
- whatever it is you beatniks do.
- We prefer "disaffected youth."
Nicole:
Okay, so...More pep.
The monopoly on pep
is definitely held
by Time Zone's status whores.
We prefer socially non-retarded.
Go! Fight! Win!
(whistle blows)
(buzzer)
- Whoo!
- I'm gonna get something to drink.
- Do you want anything?
- No, but thanks.
- Pellegrino. With a twist.
- All right.
- All right, spill.
- Spill what?
It's cute and all making nice
with your neighbor,
but you're taking it
way above and beyond.
Above and beyond what?
- The boy cleans up nicely.
- Pretty shocking, huh?
Maybe. Or maybe
you haven't given up.
- Given up?
- A perfect night with a dream date.
Brad? Over it.
So, this Chase Hammond thing...
he's just this good friend
we never knew you had?
Right.
Who knows?
Maybe more.
(dance music playing)
Boy:
How can you be againstthe designated hitter?
Do you wanna see Cecil Fielder
gunning for his 120th RBI
or some fast-ass relief pitcher
swinging at air?
I think Fielder is a perfect example...
a past-his-prime power hitter
in the twilight of his career
using up a roster spot.
you know what?
Someday that's gonna be Griffey.
And I would rather see Junior at 40
than some Jim Bob
who made it to the show
because of an expansion.
That's very nostalgic, but it comes
down to one simple issue...
- purity of the game.
- Exactly.
I've been trying
to tell you that, man.
If you can't hack it,
get out of the game, right? Huh?
(dance music continues)
Go! Fight! Win!
- Go! Fight...
- (laughing)
(crowd chanting)
Defense! Defense! Defense!
- (whistle blows)
- (crowd groans)
One more eye, ref,
you'd be a Cyclops!
(whistle blows)
Go Tigers!
Whoo! Pass!
(buzzer)
P.A. Announcer:
And it's good! Tigers take it 70-68.
(cheering)
- Masterful.
- What?
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