Heathers Page #7

'not the FBI, the CIA or the PTA.

'He once told me that

the extreme always makes an impression.

'Well, now it's my turn.

'Let's see how the son of a b*tch reacts

to a suicide he didn't perform himself.'

I can't believe you did it.

I was teasing.

I loved you.

Sure, I was coming up here to kill you.

First I was going to try and get you back

with my amazing petition.

It's a shame you can't see what

our fellow students really signed.

All right, listen.

"We students of

Westerburg High will die. Today.

"Our burning bodies

will be the ultimate protest

"to a society that degrades us.

"F*** you all."

It's not very subtle, but, uh, neither's

blowing up a whole school, now, is it?

Talk about your suicide pacts, huh?

When our school blows up tomorrow,

it's going to be the kind of thing

to infect a generation!

I mean, it's going to be

a Woodstock for the '80s.

Damn it, Veronica.

We could have

toasted some marshmallows together.

What does she want? A written invitation?

Veronica! Dinner!

Sheesh.

Veronica, I...

Oh, I... I... I should have let you

take that job at the mall.

It was just that I was afraid of you

coming home late at night and I...

Hey, Mom, why so tense?

Hey, Prob, I need some help

with my homework.

Uh, not right now, tiger. I'm a little busy.

Veronica, JD told me

you committed suicide last night.

- Where is he? Where's JD?

- We have to talk.

Whether to kill yourself or not is the most

important decision a teenager can make.

Get a job.

Rodney, where's everybody going?

- It's Friday.

- Sh*t, another damn pep assembly.

Yeah. You know, these things,

they get pretty artificial

but you know, at least you get out of class.

Rodney, what's underneath the gym?

The boiler room.

May I see your hall pass?

I knew that loose was too noose.

I mean, uh, noose too loose.

Goddamn you, woman.

Like father, like son.

A serious-as-f*** bomb in the boiler room

to set off a pack of thermals upstairs.

Ok, let's start by putting the bomb down

on the ground.

I knew that.

I knew that.

OK, put your hands on your head.

You didn't say "Simon says".

Let's go!

Let's go, Rottweilers, let's go!

Let's go, Rottweilers, let's go!

W- E-S!

- T-E-R!

- T-E-R!

- B-U-R!

- B-U-R!

- G!

- G!

- What does it spell?

- Westerburg!

- Again!

- Westerburg!

Westerburg!

Lean to the left, lean to the right!

Stand up, sit down, fight, fight, fight!

Stop!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

You think because

you started this you can end it?

I'll kill, I'll f***ing kill you, I swear to God.

How do I turn off the bomb, a**hole?

F*** you!

Sh*t!

It's all over, JD. Help me stop it.

You want to clean the slate as much as I do.

All right, so maybe I am

killing everyone in the school...

because nobody loves me.

Let's face it, all right?

The only place different social types

can genuinely get along

with each other is in heaven.

Which button do I press to turn it off?

Try the red one, all right?

People are going to look at

the ashes of Westerburg and say,

"Now, there is a school that self-destructed,

"not because society didn't care

but because the school was society!"

It's pretty deep, huh?

Which red button?

Press the middle one to turn it off...

if that's what you really want.

You know what I want, babe?

What?

Cool guys like you out of my life.

Colour me impressed.

You, uh, you really f***ed me up

pretty bad, Veronica.

You, um...

you got power.

Power I didn't think you had.

The slate is clean.

Pretend I did blow up the school...

all the schools.

Now that you're dead,

what are you going to do with your life?

Veronica... you look like hell.

Yeah? I just got back.

Veronica, what are you doing?

Heather, my love,

there's a new sheriff in town.

Hey, Martha!

My date for the prom

kind of flaked out on me.

If you aren't doing anything that night,

maybe we can rent some new releases,

pop some popcorn.

I'd like that.

Yeah. So would I.

# 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

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# The future's not ours to see

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# Qu ser, que ser

# Qu ser

# When I grew up and fell in love

# I asked my lover, what will I be?

# Will I be rich day after day?

# Here's how my lover said

# Qu ser, ser

# Yeah

# Whatever will be

# Will be

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# Qu ser, ser

# Whatever will be

# Whatever

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# The future's not ours to see

# Qu ser

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# Qu ser

# Y'all get down #

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