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You should just do your portfolio

and get it in. I'll do mine alone.

We're hanging out tonight, right?

Why do you keep doing this?

Are you some kind of freak?

What is the matter with you?

Don't you have any respect

for yourself?

This room looks like a drug den.

I want these candles out of here

before you burn the whole house down!

We're going to be late.

So, we'll be at the medical convention

in Miami. Remember?

The number's on the fridge.

Don't forget to feed the bird.

Oh, there's a girl

or whatever to see you.

Honey, you want me

to stay home with her?

She's 1 7. She's old enough

to take care of herself.

I gotta pee!

- What's that?

- It's nothing. It's a cut.

Would you just get out?

Get out. Get out!

- Get dressed. We'll be late for school.

- I'm getting a ride...

with a friend.

She doesn't have any friends.

My stash.

- That sh*t can kill you.

- So can aspirins.

It only takes 60 aspirins

to kill yourself.

Hey. Put that money back,

young lady.

First you gotta take

the safety off.

Put it back.

Go ahead.

Put me out of my misery.

It was just a joke.

If I hear any more sh*t

about 60 aspirins...

or one more of your f***ing mood swings,

I'm going to tickle you to death.

Do you understand me?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Hey, come here.

- Hello?

- Come in.

- Did you bring your lunch?

- No. How are you? Hi.

Hi.

- Something to eat?

- No.

I brought Charlie Deen,

the galloping machine.

Oh, man! Figures.

I got it in second grade.

This I brought too.

I brought another candle,

but it's nicer than the others.

That one's my favorite.

I haven't decided what I wanna do

with this one yet.

Why don't you leave it like that?

It's nice.

I don't know.

You will not believe what I got.

Read it.

Open it.

'' Dear Violet,

you don't know me.

I'm only a freshman,

but I feel like I owe you my life.

Mr. Buttinger's been coming

after me lately, but he won't anymore.

I wish I could've been there.

Thanks, thanks, thanks.

Love, Anonymous.''

F***in' cool, huh?

So this is headquarters.

What are you doing here?

We have a little problem, girls.

It's called Lloyd Buttinger.

- What about him?

- This nasty rumor got started...

and now these girls are

signing a petition to have him fired.

Wow.

- What's your point, Dana?

- Our point is...

you girls started it,

so you'd better stop it.

Or what, big guy?

Or you'll be f***ing sorry.

If Coach Buttinger loses

his job 'cause of you sluts...

you'll pay.

- Shut up, Dana.

- That's pretty big talk, Dana.

You know, Violet,

I was thinking about you last night.

That's funny, Dana,

because I was thinking about you too.

Oh, yeah, that fuzzy little head

of yours buried between my thighs...

just blowin' away

at what you love best.

Why don't you tell all your friends here

how much you love the way it tastes?

In your f***ing dreams!

Dana, why don't you

and your little boys here...

run back to Coach Buttinger and tell him

he deserves whatever the hell he gets?

Let's go, man. Come on.

So is it true,

the stuff about Buttinger?

Yeah, it's true.

Hey, Bobby,

do you know Rita?

- You're in my French class, right?

- Oui.

I'll see you around.

Bon soir, Bobby.

Good night.

See ya.

- I'm such a hopeless romantic.

- So perfect.

So great.

Oui.

It's like panty hose.

You have to unroll it.

Like this. Okay?

Yeah, but am I the one...

that's gonna have to actually

put it on and do it?

It's more fun

that way.

- What are you guys doing?

- Talking about penises.

God! What flavor?

This is Condom 1 01 .

Now, we'll get into flavors

next week.

How do you know if a guy's got

a really big schlong...

before you actually--

You get an eye for it.

Okay, smartie.

What about--

No, not him.

Him.

- That guy over there.

- Him?

- Violet!

- Him?

- That guy right there?

- Violet, stop it!

Bushel of potatoes.

Double meat!

How do you know

if a guy's good in bed?

By how many times

he makes me come.

Do you wanna come

inside my house

Do you wanna show me things

I've never seen before

I don't wanna tie you down

I just wanna tie you up

Do you wanna come

inside my house

I wrote that myself.

What do you think?

I think you need

to get laid.

I know.

I masturbate, though.

Have I gotta hear about it?

Oh, is our little bald one

not familiar with the art...

of autoerotic exhilaration?

This is like

a bad tampon commercial.

Hey, smoke my dick,

you f***in' whores!

- F*** you, dick!

- Stupid redhead.

You guys, I'm afraid

of heights...

but I'm not afraid

of getting high.

I'm afraid of an island

with no boys on it.

- Are you afraid of anything?

- I'm afraid of Legs in a dress.

I'm afraid of myself.

I have been out all night

looking for you.

Get in the car.

- Legs, it's okay.

- No, it's not.

Who's Audrey?

A friend.

Audrey's my mom.

How?

In a car.

She was drunk.

- I'm sorry.

- Yeah, me too.

Do you have a dad?

Yeah, somewhere I do.

Maddy, I'm thinking about moving on

in a couple of days.

- To where?

- To wherever.

Somewhere.

Do you have

to go alone?

Would you take someone

with you?

Is that someone sure?

Is she cut out

for the unknown?

Sometimes the unknown

will disappoint you.

If I told you that I loved you,

would you take it the wrong way?

What do you mean

by ''wrong''?

It's just that I'm not--

And you're--

I'll take it

however you want me to, Maddy.

Look.

You can see Spica

in Virgo.

Summer's on its way.

Hi.

Can I talk to you?

I'm scared.

Dana and I

got in this fight...

and he started pushing me

and hitting me.

I took off on him,

but he's out looking for me...

and I'm sort of scared

to walk home alone.

Why'd you come here?

You guys just sort of

have this reputation.

I was kind of hoping

you'd help me out.

Thanks for doing this.

It's no big deal.

I'd do it for any girl.

You guys really messed up

Buttinger.

- You know, they fired him.

- He deserved it.

I know.

But Dana says it's all bull.

'' Dana says, Dana says.''

God, Cindy,

get a mind of your own!

I can go the rest of the way alone.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Laurel's not far.

Yeah, but--

You should go home.

What's goin' on?

We'll take over from here, babe.

Look, Dana,

let's just forget it.

Why don't we go for a ride?

You watch too many

corny movies.

Yeah? We think you girls are gettin'

a little too big for yourselves.

Oh, yeah?

What are you gonna do about it?

What you've been wanting me

to do for a long time.

Cindy knows you have.

That's why she's comin'.

She's a witness.

One girl's word against another.

Maybe this is

just a bad idea.

We're just gonna f*** around.

Why don't you get in the car?

We got a fighter here.

Get her in the car.

- F*** off!. Cindy!

- What do you want me to do?

Get your hands off me, damn it!

F*** you!

Let me out of here!

Let her out!

Tell them to let her out,

you stupid f***.

Let her out.

Come on.

Get outta the car, b*tch.

Get out!

Legs, get in.

- Get in. Let's go.

- Go!

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