Fast Times at Ridgemont High Page #5

DAMONE (CONT'D)

See? You can almost press it out.

Damone turns around. His friend is preoccupied.

THE RAT:

I am in love.

Damone takes a sip of his drink, looks at The Rat.

DAMONE:

You... are a wuss. Part wimp. Part

p*ssy.

THE RAT:

What do you mean -- wuss? This girl

is my exact type. It's her.

Definitely her.

DAMONE:

(distracted)

It's definitely your mama.

THE RAT:

Damone, you gotta listen to me.

Damone quits puttering around his room with the

Kahlua and milk. He grabs a chair and straddles it.

DAMONE:

All right... where did you see her?

THE RAT:

She's in my biology class.

DAMONE:

Did you get her number?

THE RAT:

No.

DAMONE:

Did you get her name?

THE RAT:

No. It's too soon.

DAMONE:

It's never too soon! Girls decide

how far to let you go in the first

five minutes.

THE RAT:

Well, what do you want me to do? Go

up to this strange girl in my

biology class and say, 'Hello! I'd

like you to take your clothes off

and jump on me?'

DAMONE:

(thoughtfully)

I would. Yeah.

THE RAT:

Really?

DAMONE:

I can see it all now. This is going

to be just like the girl you fell

in love with at Fotomat this

summer. You bought forty bucks of

f***in' film and you never even

talked to her.

THE RAT:

(woeful)

You tell me, Mike. What do I do?

DAMONE:

Okay. Okay.

(sighs, but loves it)

Here's what you do.

Damone gets up, moves to the door.

DAMONE (CONT'D)

You start from the second you walk

into biology. Don't just walk...

move across the room.

He saunters over to the chair.

DAMONE (CONT'D)

Don't talk to her. Let her know.

Use your face. Use your body. Use

everything. This is what I do. I

just sent out the vibe and I have

personally found that... girls do

respond. Something happens.

THE RAT:

Of course something happens. You

put the vibe out to thirty million

chicks, you know something's gonna

happen.

DAMONE:

That's the idea, Rat. That's The

Attitude.

THE RAT:

The Attitude? The Attitude dictates

that you don't care if she comes,

stays, lays or prays. Whatever

happens, your toes are still

tappin'.

When you are the cruelest and the

coolest... then you have The

Attitude.

Damone knocks down the rest of his drink, and we...

DISSOLVE:

TO:

INT. CARL'S JR. KITCHEN - NIGHT

We see Brad operating at full throttle in the

kitchen, and taking a moment to sneak a kiss with

his girlfriend Lisa as she goes to the front

counter to open up a cash register. She allows him

only one kiss.

LISA:

Were those flowers really for me,

Brad?

BRAD:

Of course.

LISA:

How much did they cost?

BRAD:

Don't worry about it.

She gives him a kiss... on the cheek.

BRAD (CONT'D)

Let's go to the Point tonight.

She pulls away.

LISA:

What's there to do at the Point?

Brad shifts his weight, tries to find the right

words.

BRAD:

What's there to do at the Point?

God, Lisa, we've been going

together almost two years, and...

LISA:

Brad. I don't want to have to use

sex as a tool.

BRAD:

Tool? Tool for what? We've been

going together almost two years!

LISA:

I don't want to talk about it here,

Brad.

Brad prepares to respond. He squints his eyes,

prepares for a truly sizzling comeback, when Dennis

Taylor, short and prematurely balding assistant

manager of Carl's Jr., comes bustling out of his

back office. He quickly surveys the situation in

the kitchen.

TAYLOR:

Hamilton! You have fifteen double

cheese to box!

Lisa returns to her cashier post, leaving Brad's

last words stalled in his mouth.

EXT. HAMILTON HOUSE - LATER THAT NIGHT

We see the Hamilton's cul-de-sac home. All the

lights are off in the house at this hour. Except

for Brad's room.

INT. BRAD'S ROOM

Brad is alone in his room. He's prone on his neatly

made bed, reading a paperback book entitled Power

With Class. On the wall of Brad's room is a large

framed photo of a Carl's Jr. hamburger.

Brad hears a muffled knock at his door.

BRAD:

Come on in.

Stacy walks into Brad's room.

STACY:

Thanks for getting rid of those

flowers.

BRAD:

Don't worry about it. Who sent the

flowers?

STACY:

It's just some guy I met at

Swenson's. You don't know him.

BRAD:

I don't care it you tell me or not.

I got problems of my own.

He begins pacing.

STACY:

Is everything okay at work?

BRAD:

Are you kidding? Work is great. I

kill at work. I don't even mind Mom

and Dad making me pay rent.

STACY:

You're going to break up with Lisa,

aren't you?

BRAD:

I've been doing some thinking. It's

my last school year. I'm a single,

successful guy. I think I want my

freedom.

STACY:

Why? Because she won't sleep with

you?

BRAD:

Where did you hear that?

STACY:

I'm just guessing.

BRAD:

Well... it's true.

STACY:

Maybe you just need to give her

some time. She's so nice, Brad.

Everybody loves Lisa.

BRAD:

Everybody loves Lisa. Everybody

loves Lisa. But everybody doesn't

have to be her boyfriend.

Suddenly, Stacy pops the question.

STACY:

Hey, Brad. Are you still a virgin?

BRAD:

Why?

STACY:

I don't know. I was just curious.

BRAD:

Maybe yes. Maybe no.

STACY:

You are a virgin!

BRAD:

I didn't say that.

STACY:

But your face did!

They laugh. Then Brad turns serious.

BRAD:

Are you still a virgin?

STACY:

Maybe yes. Maybe no.

BRAD:

Don't give me that sh*t! I know

you're still a virgin!

Stacy smiles and stands up. She playfully slaps her

brother on the arm and walks down the hallway to

her room. We can see there is less frill and lace

in Stacy's room. The junior high paperbacks are

gone. There are no dolls in sight.

EXT. MALL PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Linda and Stacy walk past rows of cars. Stacy stops

at a brown MG.

STACY:

There... There's his car. I know

he's at work tonight. He hasn't

come into Swenson's since he called

my house. My mother told him I was

still at high school, after I told

him I was nineteen. I guess I

should tell him I'm fifteen.

LINDA:

Don't you dare, you'll never hear

from him again.

STACY:

Does Doug care that you're

seventeen?

LINDA:

Doug sees beyond that stuff to what

the person inside is like. That's

why I'm marrying him.

STACY:

If he ever calls again I'll say I'm

eighteen.

LINDA:

Boy I am so glad to be through with

all these games.

They enter the mall.

INT. U.S. HISTORY CLASS - MORNING

We are now several weeks into the school year. Mr.

Hand is dropping test papers on desks like they are

pieces of manure.

MR. HAND

C... D... F... F... F... three

weeks we've been talking about the

Platt Amendment. What are you

people? On dope? A piece of

legislation was introduced into

Congress by Senator John Platt. It

was passed in 1906. This amendment

to our Constitution has a profound

impact upon all of our daily

liv....

Mr. Hand stops on a dime. He is like a champion

hunting dog that has just picked up the scent. He

scans the room.

MR. HAND (CONT'D)

Where is Jeff Spicoli?

There is silence in the U.S. history classroom.

MR. HAND (CONT'D)

I saw him earlier today near the

200 Building bathrooms. Is he still

on campus?

Silence.

MR. HAND (CONT'D)

Anyone?

One student sitting next to Stacy raises his hand.

MR. HAND (CONT'D)

Yes, Desmond?

DESMOND:

I saw him by the food machines.

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