Jennifer's Body Page #2
but you have to drink it really fast...
..or it turns brownish.
- Alright, I'll drink it fast.
Okay.
- Okay.
I'll be right back.
Okay! How-how you're gonna get alcohol?
I'll just play hello titty with the bartender.
Dirk, what about her?
Who, Jan Brady?
No, man! F*** you!
I'm talking about the one who just went
to get me a drink...
..butter-face princess.
That's the one.
I don't know! Seriously,
I grew up in a town like this, okay...
..there's always that girl, if they show it off,
they do not give it up.
You told us, you were from Brooklyn.
My point is, this girl's definitely a virgin.
Okay?
Now, I know girls like that...
- I don't know.
Well, you know, we didn't turn all the
way out here for nothing.
So...
- Excuse me.
Hey!
- Hey!
That's my best friend you're talking about.
And you're right, she is a virgin,
And not be sleeping with creeps like you.
The second one isn't full enough.
Those guys are rank, Jen.
Just forget about it.
You know what?
I think the lead singer likes me.
Only because he thinks you're a virgin.
I heard them talking.
What?
I'm not even a backdoor-virgin anymore,
thanks to Roman.
And by the way, that hurts.
I couldn't even go to flags the next day.
I had to stay home and sit on a
bag of frozen peas.
Oh, God!
Good evening, Devil's Lake.
- Devil's Kettle.
You're absolutely right at it.
"Through the Trees"
performed by Low Shoulder
Nothing left but the memories of when...
..I had my best friend.
I don't know how we ended up here,
I don't know but it's never been so clear,
We made a mistake, dear.
And I see...
..the broken glass in front of me.
I see...
..your shadow hanging over me.
And your face, I can see...
Through the trees,
I will find you.
I will heal the ruins left inside you,
Because I'm still here breathing now.
Until I'm set free.
I remember how we used to talk,
About the places we would go when...
..we were off.
And all that we were gonna find.
And I remember our seeds grow,
And how you cried when you saw...
Hey, get out of there.
I know where to go.
It's okay, okay, Jen.
Jennifer?
- Oh, thank God, you guys are alright.
I have been looking everwhere for you two.
This sucks!
It's too dangerous out here.
You want to head somewhere safer,
like my van?
What?
I'm in survival mode, right now.
I want us to get to a familiar place...
..and right now, I feel like that's my van.
Okay...
Okay, this will help with the shock.
Great.
Are you shocked?
Have some of that.
No.
Jennifer?
Hey!
Let's go, Jennifer.
Let's go to the van.
- I want to go to your really cool van.
Needy, let's go see his van.
- Why? Why should we?
We have the Sebring,
let's just get out of here, please.
Needy, just stop it.
Just shut up!
I watched her get into that van and I knew
something awful was going to happen.
He was skinny and twisted
and evil...
..like this petrified tree I saw
when I was kid.
Hey, Niedermeyer.
- Thank God, you're there.
What wrong?
- Jennifer's gone.
She ran off with that rock band.
You're okay, right?
- Yeah.
There was this huge stampede and...
All the people who fainted got run over.
And you could hear their bones breaking.
And the people...
Like..the people on fire just smelled like...
This is crazy.
- But Jennifer's still with those creeps.
They took her in their spooky van with
Did you get the make and model?
- I don't know, Chip. An '89 Rapist.
She's still in there.
We have to go find her.
those douchebags...
..with their douchebag haircuts and
their manskirts.
People just burned to death.
Oh, cheese and fries!
There's somebody here.
I'm alone and I'm freaked out.
- Where's your mom?
Swing shift.
Stay on the phone with me, okay?
Needy, you want me to come over?
- I don't know.
Maybe.
Needy?
Chip, there's no one here.
So strange.
Maybe I'm going crazy.
Probably nothing.
Look, I'll call you later.
- Okay.
Hi.
What happened?
Jen?
Jen?
My mom got that at Boston market and...
Um, it's on your lips...
Jennifer...
Jennifer?
Are you scared?
Jennifer!
There's a body in here.
I heard Needy and Jennifer were there.
And they had to fight their way out
with a machete.
Look, she's not even mving.
It's called post-traumatic stress disorder.
My Dad was in operation during freedom...
..and he totally like, stopped talking,
like months.
I'll be Perfect Prom Barbie,
and you be her.
Why I should be ugly Ashley?
What wrong, Jennifer?
Don't tell my mom about this.
She'll make me get a shot.
I never tell on you.
Where's it at, Monistat?
You're alright.
- Yeah, why wouldn't I be?
I saw last night in my house...
- You do have a tendency to overeact.
You remember, when we were
in Girl Scout camp...
..and you totally thought there was
an earthquake...
..but it was just two guys with
a ghetto blaster?
People died, Jennifer.
It's like all over the news.
National news.
Anybody that we know?
We know everyone!
Sucks to be them, I guess.
What is wrong with you?
- What's wrong with you?
Besides the obvious surface flaws.
I knew it was real.
I'd been up all night scrubbing the
carnage off the linoleum.
Shoot.
- Please don't speak to yourself.
It's one of your more freakish
Needy behaviors...
..and that makes us both look like
total gaylords.
Eww, f***, you need a mani bad.
You should find a Chinese chick
to buff your situation.
This is a dark...
..dark day for Devil's Kettle.
And believe me, you.
I have been through some...
We lost 8..precious students...
..including, Ahmet, from India.
Several parents, and our beloved
Spanish teacher,
..Ms. Erickson.
- No way! Erickson ate sh*t?
Now more than ever,
besides your teenage concerns about...
..who's the cool dude,
or who's a hole.
We can't let that damn fire win.
They already won.
God bless you, kids.
No band practice today.
- No anything today.
It's surreal, right?
I mean, when just one person dies in
Devil's Kettle, it's like time stops.
I feel guilty just breathing.
Word.
Chip, I need to tell you something.
Kind of weird.
It's about Jennifer.
- What?
Well, you know how last night we were talking
and someone came to my house.
Well, It was Jennifer!
I mean, she looked like, she'd been
beaten up or shot or something.
And then she barfed up this like disgusting...
..prickly stuff that looked like a roadkill...
..and like sewing needles mixed together.
- Yuck.
She'd probably just inhaled a whole bunch
of smoke or something.
No, Chip! No, it was like...
It was like evil!
Needy, I think you might want to
talk to the school shrink.
I'm not saying that to be a dillhole.
Yeah, but don't tell whoppers and
I'm not crazy.
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