Heathers
- R
- Year:
- 1988
- 103 min
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# When I was just a little girl
# I asked my mother, what will I be?
# Will I be pretty?
# Will I be rich?
# Here's what she said to me
# Qu ser, ser
# Whatever will be, will be
# The future's not ours to see
# Qu ser, ser
# What will be, will be
# When I was just a child in school
# I asked my teacher, what should I try?
# Should I sing songs?
# This was her wise reply
# Qu ser, ser
# Whatever will be, will be
# The future's not ours to see
# Qu ser, ser
# What will be, will be... #
Damn.
It's your turn, Heather.
No, Heather. It's Heather's turn.
Heather.
Sorry, Heather.
# Qu ser, ser
# Whatever will be, will be
# The future's not ours to see
# Qu ser, ser
# What will be, will be
# Qu ser, ser #
Dear diary...
'Heather told me
'She said real life sucks losers dry.
'If you want to f*** with the eagles,
you have to learn to fly.
'I said, "So, you teach people
to spread their wings and fly?"
'She said, "Yes."
'I said, "You're beautiful..."'
God, come on, Veronica.
What is your damage, Heather?
Don't blame me, blame Heather.
She told me to haul your ass
into the caff pronto.
Back me up, Heather.
She really wants to talk to you, Veronica.
OK, I'm going. Jesus Christ.
Hello, Heather.
Veronica. Finally.
I got a note of Kurt Kelly's.
I need you to forge a hot and horny
but realistic note in Kurt's handwriting.
We'll slip it onto
Martha Dumptruck's lunch tray.
I don't have anything
against Martha Dunnstock.
You don't have anything for her.
Come on. It'll be very.
The note will give her shower nozzle
masturbation material for weeks.
Don't think.
Veronica needs something to write on.
Bend over.
Dear Martha, you're so sweet...
I'm telling you, man, it'd so be righteous
Heather Chandler sandwich.
Hell, yes.
I want to put a Heather on my johnson
and spin her around like a pinwheel.
Punch it in.
Westerburg feeds the world.
Come on, people.
Give that leftover lunch money
to people who don't have lunches.
God, aren't they fed yet?
Do they even have thanksgiving in Africa?
Oh, sure. Pilgrims, Indians, Tater Tots.
It's a real party continent.
Ouch. Lunch-time poll?
What's the question?
Yeah, what's the question, Heather?
God, you were with me in study hall
when I thought of it.
I forgot.
Such a pillowcase.
It's not that bizarro thing you were babbling
about over the phone last night, is it?
Of course it is.
I told Dennis if he gives me another
political topic, I'd spew burrito chunks.
Oh, Veronica, I'm sorry.
Betty Finn. Gosh.
I'm sorry I couldn't go
to your birthday party last month.
It's OK. Your mom said you had a big date.
I'd probably miss my own birthday for a date.
Don't say that.
I was looking around the other day
and I dug up these old photographs.
Oh. They're great.
Come on, Veronica.
I was talking to somebody.
Great. Here comes Heather.
Oh, sh*t.
- Hi, Courtney. Love your cardigan.
- Thanks.
I got it last night at The Limited.
Like, totally blew my allowance.
Check this out. You win $5 million
from the Publisher Sweepstakes
and the same day
the guy gives you the cheque,
aliens land on the earth and say they'll blow
up the world in two days. What do you do?
That's easy.
I'd just slide that wad over to my father
because he's one of the state's top brokers.
If I got that money,
I'd give it all to the homeless.
Every cent.
You're beautiful.
If you're going to openly be a b*tch...
Why can't we talk to
kinds of different people?
F*** me gently with a chainsaw.
Do I look like Mother Teresa?
If I did, I probably wouldn't mind
talking to the geek squad.
Did see that? Heather number one
Does it not bother you that
everybody thinks you're a piranha?
Like I give a sh*t.
They all want me as a friend or a f***.
I'm worshiped at Westerburg
and I'm only a junior.
I can't believe this, we're going to a party
at Remington University tonight
and we're brushing up on our conversational
skills with the scum of the school.
Hi.
Hi.
So this is what's called a lunch-time poll.
You win $5 million
in the Publisher Sweepstakes
and the same day whatshisface
gives you the cheque
aliens land on earth
and say they'll blow up the world
in two days.
What are you going to do with the money?
I'd go to Egypt.
With a girl.
I'd use the money for
an end-of-the-world get-together.
I'd pay Madonna a million bucks
to sit on my face
and ride like the Kentucky Derby.
That's the most spooky-assed question
I ever heard.
After taxes, I'll only be getting...
She should pay me, though.
You go to the zoo and get a lion and
put a remote control bomb up its butt...
Then there's social security, legal fees...
Push the button on the bomb
and you and the lion die like one.
What?
Oh, my God. Here we go.
Oh, my God.
Hi, Veronica.
the most powerful clique in school.
If I wasn't already the head of it,
I'd want the same thing.
Come on, Veronica.
You used to have a sense of humour.
Veronica, could you
come back here a minute?
A true friend's work is never done.
- Gross.
- Gross.
Grow up, Heather. Bulimia is so '87.
- Maybe you should see a doctor.
- Yeah, maybe.
Come on, Heather,
let's take another look at today's lunch.
God, Veronica, drool much?
His name's Jason Dean.
He's in my American History.
Hello, Jason Dean.
Greetings and salutations.
Are you a Heather?
No.
I'm a Veronica. Sawyer.
This may seem like
There are no stupid questions.
You inherit $5 million.
The same day aliens land on the earth
and say they're going to blow it up
in two days. What do you do?
That's the stupidest question
I've ever heard.
Who's that guy in the coat
think he is anyways?
Bo Diddley?
Veronica's into his act, no doubt.
I don't know. Probably row out
to the middle of a lake,
bring along a bottle of tequila,
my sax and some Bach.
How very.
Come on, Veronica.
Later.
Definitely.
Let's kick his ass.
Sh*t, Ram, we're seniors, man.
We're too old for kind of that kind of crap.
Let's give him a good scare, though.
You going to eat this?
What did your boyfriend say when you told
him you were moving to Sherwood, Ohio?
Answer him, dick.
Hey, Ram, doesn't this cafeteria
have a "no fags allowed" rule?
They seem to have an open-door policy
for a**holes, though, don't they?
What did you say, d*ckhead?
I'll repeat myself.
They won't expel him, they'll just
suspend him for a week or something.
He used a real gun.
They should throw his ass in jail.
No way. He used blanks.
All JD really did was ruin two pairs of pants.
Maybe not even that.
Can you bleach out urine stains?
You seem pretty amused. I thought
you had given up on high school guys.
Never say never.
What are you going to do, Heather?
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