Foxfire
- R
- Year:
- 1996
- 102 min
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By senior year, I had it covered,
or so I thought.
I had a great guy,
sights on college, art school...
and a dream of life beyond.
- Good morning, Arthur.
- It's a decoy, Arthur.
The AK-47's in her backpack.
Yeah, right.
You tell yourself to count the days
and put up with the sh*t.
You tell yourself these people
are illusions, passing scenery.
Hey, snap these, babe!
They were nothing to me.
I just use them for my art.
No blading in the hall.
I don't want to have to tell you again!
- Okay,jockstrap sniffers, say cheese.
- Action.
Look out! Coming through!
Most of all, I avoided the snares,
skating past the obstacles...
the way everybody
who can manage it does.
Guh-ding went
Guh-ding went the little
green frog one day
And his eyes
went aggh-aggh-gung
Okay, hold these suckers
down on their backs.
Ready for surgery.
Nail 'em good.
Last year we had one
during the incision
of a pulmonary vein.
It weren't pretty.
- What is it, Rita?
- I can't do it.
- Flake.
- Get off her sh*t already.
Hello, Rita.
Take the scalpel.
Earth to Rita.
It's so defenseless.
Frogs, they don't have feelings
like we do, Rita.
But their cardiovascular system
is an excellent model for ours.
In other words, their little hearts
work a lot like ours do.
Young man. Young man,
stop when I'm talking to you!
But then something happened,
unexpected.
I felt it before I knew it.
Excuse me.
If you're new,
please take a seat.
I'll get the paperwork later.
If I'd known you were coming,
I'd have ordered you a frog.
Where were we?
Class, let's concentrate on the frogs.
On the frogs.
Let's start slicing,
and this ain't pizza. Watch it.
Let's all show Rita
we can do this.
Okay?
Rita, are you with us?
Take the scalpel now. We've been
working on this for three weeks.
Let's not waste any more time.
you'll take the scalpel, okay?
One.
Two.
Three.
Hey, let's do it!
- No, I can't do it.
- Come on, let's go.
I can't!
- We're gonna talk in detention then.
- No!
- Class, anyone else having a problem?
- What's the deal with detention?
He's such an a**hole.
So make him stop.
- Okay, I'll do it.
- What?
I'm gonna do it, all right?
All right, class, you hear that?
Rita's gonna do it.
That a girl.
Way to go.
She's now aiming it
at the point of incision.
What are you doing?
What the hell
are you doing, young lady?
Hey, I'm talkin' to you!
- I'll see you in detention also.
- I don't even go here.
It wasn't over.
I could feel it...
like a charge in the air
before a storm.
What else does he do?
He...
he gets really close...
and he touches my chest.
- What's going on?
- Rita's making up sh*t about Buttinger.
I'm not!
Okay? I'm not!
He gets behind me...
and he rubs himself
on my ass.
- You should be glad someone does.
- Shut up, Cindy.
- She's crazy. Everyone knows that.
- She's telling the truth.
He does it to me too.
You don't count, Violet.
You do it with everyone.
Well, at least I know
what I'm doing.
- If half the stories are true--
- Give it a rest, Cindy.
Look. You're the a**holes
for letting him get away with it.
No. You're the a**hole for
letting him get away with it !
Excuse me.
Who the f*** are you?
You're all a**holes.
Because when that son of a b*tch
puts his hands on her...
you should tell yourselves
he's putting his hands all over you.
Or you, or you, or you!
Because he sure as hell would
if he could.
So what are we supposed to do?
- Make sure he never does it again.
- How?
- We stick together.
- Gimme a break.
So, are we together?
Good.
We're just gonna sit here until we learn
something about the heart.
You know, Rita...
you have very little confidence...
for someone with
so much potential, talent.
What is that?
What is that over there?
You're very pretty.
Pretty and talented
aren't the same.
What? Says who?
That's where you're wrong.
You know, you just don't appreciate
your value as a woman.
You know, I think you're way ahead
of all the girls your age.
I forgot my notebook.
Well, get it.
What are you doing here, Madeline?
- What is going on here?
- Don't let us stop you.
- Go on with what you were doing.
- Pervert!
- Come here, Red.
- That young lady is in detention today.
We need to talk.
- Keep your hands off Rita.
- And Violet.
And whoever the f*** else
you do this to.
- How does that feel?
- F***ing little punk!
That's right. You better move.
You better keep moving.
Or what?
This is outrageous!
This is absolutely outrageous!
I'm a teacher!
Madeline.
Madeline!
Come on!
You don't believe Rita.
She's emotionally unstable.
- I'm not unstable!
- I didn't mean it like that.
I'm not unstable!
Leave her alone!
Stop!
If you ever put your hands
on me again...
I'll snip your little nuts off
with my toenail clippers.
All right?
This is great!
Buttinger's such a f***!
All right, let's go. Let's go.
Get out of here. Go!
Come on.
Can you get up?
Next time you think about f***ing
with some young girl...
F***!
F***! F***! F***!
What if someone saw us?
Oh, my God, what are we gonna do?
- We should get the hell outta here.
- Oh, my God, we're in trouble.
-Just stay calm.
- We are in so much--
Who was she, anyway?
go somewhere together.
Does this b*tch always talk
in exclamation marks?
We should all just go home.
This is gonna be what it's gonna be.
''If you ever put your hands
on me again...
I'm gonna snip your little nuts off
with my toenail clippers.''
I said that?
The dork!
Sh*t.
- Maddy, sweetheart, did I scare you?
- No, no. Get in here.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Okay. Come in.
Thank you.
Spica in Virgo.
AJune sky.
- How did you get here?
- I climbed.
No. I mean,
how did you find my house?
You dropped this.
Sorry, it's wet.
It's okay.
Do you have a dry shirt or something?
I'm really kind of wet.
- Yeah, yeah, sure.
- Thank you.
- So where do you live, anyway?
- Mostly in my head.
I'm just passin' through.
- That's not very safe, you know.
- I look in their eyes.
If I don't think it's safe,
I don't get in the car.
- How can you tell?
- It's a question of really looking.
Mad, pick it up.
Look, I heard what happened.
- Is that your boyfriend?
- Where are you?
Just call me.
I love you.
Here, put this on.
Thank you.
- So where do you go to school?
- Don't. I was thrown out.
- For what?
- For thinking for myself.
So tell me about Buttinger.
Is that his name?
God, I have never done anything
like that in my whole life.
Rita Faldes isn't even my friend.
That's what's so weird.
Well, she is now, for life.
- Do you mind?
- No, no, go ahead.
There's some beef jerky under that pile.
I can get you some.
It's okay.
Do you mind if I sleep
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