Geography Club Page #2
True that.
- What are you doing?
- What? Bring it away.
- Gunnar!
- What?
- You gonna kill it.
- I'm not gonna kill it.
- Bad mommy.
- I'm not a bad mommy!
- You're a horrible mommy.
- I'm a great mommy.
GEOGRAPHY CLUB:
Nah... I can not decide. Ike?
- He totally has DQF. It's a 's'.
- What's DQF?
Dark Queen Face.
It is when a that guy has naturally thin eyelashes...
...and super pronounced cheekbones.
Oh! My Dad totally has that.
Hey.
- Hey.
- Glad you came.
I'm... I don't mean to be rude but... what is this?..
I will explain...
Because the sign on the door says 'Geography club'...
- I know....
- And I don't see any maps...
- Russell? I knew it.
- Hey...
- He knew what?
- This is not a geography club.
- That's obvious.
- Oh... We are a group...
- Like a band?..
- Like a secret support group.
For what?
For gay teens.
You have no right.
- Russell, stop.
- Why do you do that?
- Russell, just listen...
- No.
- I treat me and now they know that I'm...
- Gay?
I don't know... ok?.. I don't know what I am...
...and it's not your business anyway.
You're right. And whatever you decide
to do I would not say anything.
About either of you.
You do know it just because you saw what happened.
It doesn't mean you get to say.
I'm really sorry, Russell. But, please,
just come inside, check it out...
You stay out of my sh*t, alright?
- It was nothing.
- Yeah?
She just wanted to say that we've
- For real?
- Does it matter?
You're right... You're right!
Ah... Dude, I was almost hallucinating.
That day at the park... Was that you?
'Cause it just... some coincidence?
No, I... I recognized you from school.
- I was gonna say something... you know... I just a...
- Freaked down.
- Exactly.
- And then you made me feel like a complete idiot. Ok, then.
Russell... you know... I'm sorry.
I am. I'm just... Wait a second! Wait... Wait a second.
What's this?
I want to hang out with you. In school and stuff.
Ok.
But I don't... but I don't want people gain suspicious.
You know, like, "What are they doing
together outside?", you know.
- So... you got me a jersey?
- No. I got you joined team.
- Good morning.
- Morning.
So I thought to ride to school together today.
Ah... cool. Ah... what's that?
- Ah... That is Florence Carsi.
- Ah... You named it Flo?
Yeah, after my grandmother Florence.
So lame.
It's not lame!
Air is crisp, my friend! Crisp.
Why are you so happy this morning?
No, nothing. You know, just Kimberly
said she goin' on date with me.
So what made you to finally change her mind?
No, no. It's just she came out with her senses.
It's awesome, man!
Oh, and... Kimberly also said that I ought to
come along with her friend Trish or canceling it.
- No way!
- Oh, come on, Russell!
I do not wanna to do that!
Why? Because she wears a promise ring?
Who cares? Trish is hot!
I don't care! The answer is 'No'.
- What the hell are you doing?
- Russell... You have to do this for me.
- Friend, it's all that ever matters!
- Well, I do not wanna...
Please... Please, I'm begging you as a friend!
If I go on date with Kimberly...
For the first time in my life I will have a girlfriend.
How, do you know, important is that for me?
Ok.
- Oh, dude, thank you very much!
- No problem.
Thank you so much!
Feeling dizzy, itching crazy, having ceases...
...feeling lazy, cold and clammy skin...
- Oxicom!
- Yeah!
- Hey, how was the test?
- Know that, babe.
What are these?
They are my Mom's pills in replace with other medicines.
Those are just the empty bottles.
- She's going freak.
- I know.
Hi.
- I just wanna observe.
- Ok.
I don't wanna say anything. Noway and anyways.
It's cool. Whatever it makes you feel comfortable.
Therese sing was a side effects on the fill bottles...
...and she try to guess that drug is based on the effects.
Cool.
The vomiting looks like coffee grains...
...sweating and weakening all around...
Nausea, chest pains breaking bloody stools...
Ciprocin, my grandmother takes that.
Too cool, sexy.
Ok, girl. Your braids are in dying need of...
No. She looks beautiful.
Stop.
Ok, so... let's a buzz set.
Feel I aged Arina last night good?
So my Mom finds me in my room... and
tells me she's gonna give me $100.
Nice!
But says I'm only allowed to buy a dress with it.
That girl as pretty as me shouldn't
be wearing jeans all the time.
Ok, or maybe she's just trying to be nice?
Or maybe she's just trying to be a b*tch.
- Do you think that's bad? Listen to this.
- What?... Ah...
- Upsi... Yeah...
- Upsi...
So, after weeks of talking this boy
online, we finally met up. Hmm.
So what I think:
let's see how far I can take this.Then I'm all. I mean to put my hands
down his pants and see what happens.
- And here's a surprise!
- Big package?
- Try no package.
- What?
- He was totally a 'she'.
- Look, ok... I don't get it.
He's this girl. Her name is Samanta. She is a les.
When she told her parents, they hit the road.
She came back a day later and told
them that she was just confused...
...and approved to them she'd go out
and promised to find a boyfriend.
I know, tragic, right?
She said she did not want a straight dude...
...said she felt safe with a gay guy instead.
I mean, I did tell her that I
was 80-20, but she didn't mind.
80-20?
80% straight, 20% gay.
- Ok.
- So what happened?
We went and got coffee. Talked for hours. Beach is fierce.
So I'm gonna be her fake boyfriend until
she figures it's just a wish now.
- It's awesome, dude!
- It's really cool.
Well, I have an exam which to prepare.
- Ah... I can help a little.
- Thanks.
Hey... I'm... just curious. What
made you decide to come back?
I don't know... You're like not telling anyone, are you?
You know about us, too.
It's tideous.
5 minutes late!
- Hi, Russell.
- Hi, Trish.
I bet you are great at bowling.
I'm ok.
Yeah!
Thought that we gained cheese?
- They ran out of cheese... So...
- That's ok, Gunnar.
It is?
Well, I can go and... slice a pizza that's got cheese on it.
No, no, forget it! I'm not even... hungry... anymore...
- They're actually pretty good.
- Give me.
Oh... oh, so... delicious.
- I love the burn.
- Apple tea?
- Ah-ha... Pure vodka.
- Hot.
- That's a while and I gain a car.
- When?
Well... it's not official... but...
my birthday's coming up...
...and I told my Daddy he should give me a car...
so... here you are.
I mean, you'd better.
It's my 17-th birthday. I think I've earned that.
- Don't you think I've earned it?
Oh... I know... Alright...
- Am I paraphrasing?
- Totally.
Ah... Is that a good thing?..
Do you take me to Tommy? Do you know what I mean, do you?
Kinda.
Excuse me, I'm going to girls room.
- Dude, she's perfect.
- Yeah, totally...
- Ah... Can we borrow your car?
- Yeah, yeah. You can...
You just... guys... be safe, all right? It's my Dad's car.
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