Little Bitches Page #3

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Yeah.

That's a good thing.

They're gonna have

to fix your teeth

when I blow them out

of your head.

Oh, sh*t.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Let me show you something.

Know what this is?

It's a handgun.

Put a f***ing hole

in your chest.

Not on purpose.

Where is the party?

Seems like...

Where's the party?

...unnecessary intimidation.

I'm gonna be honest.

I'm gonna be upfront.

I'm, like, usually the last guy

to hear about

this sort of thing.

Uh, like,

I probably wouldn't even go

if I knew where it was.

You know, parties,

they're kind of intimidating.

They scare me.

You're intimidating.

I see through

this kid's bullshit.

He doesn't... yeah?

He's a liar, okay?

He may be a dork

and a skinny, little p*ssy

who never gets his dick wet,

but I know he knows

where the party is.

You know where it is, don't you?

You're withholding

information from officers.

Know what that is?

A f***ing felony.

Not in this case. It isn't.

It's a felony.

Know where you'll end up?

I'm gonna go to jail.

"I'm gonna go to jail."

Not jail, prison.

You're not a little b*tch.

They're gonna eat you alive.

They're not.

They're gonna eat your lunch

and your a**hole.

Oh, god.

That's what they do.

I think that we should

let him be a student.

We're gonna get you out

in just one second.

Hey, hey, hey.

Look, a group of fives there.

Sounds disrespectful.

What do you think?

I'm gonna talk to the fat one.

Fat ones

always leak information.

I'm gonna interrogate

these broads.

I don't think that's necessary.

All right.

Do you hear that?

That's the pace they're

gonna f*** you in prison.

All right.

Oh, Jesus.

F***, f***, f***.

Dick in your butt.

And it never stops.

Hey, ladies!

Let's have a chat.

Come here.

Stop right there.

Let's get you out of here,

brother. Come on.

Dude, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry about all this.

That guy is...

Uh, if you can believe it,

he's my boss.

And I think he's a legitimate

psychopath, so...

Ah, I think my left boob

deflated a bit.

Like, I was feeling my tits

this morning.

And it just feels way smaller

than my right.

I mean, I think that's normal.

One's also normally bigger

than the other.

Really?

Yeah.

Oh, that's awesome.

Definitely.

Yeah.

Um, problem though, I don't feel

like I'm getting stimulated

by nipple play.

What?

That's not a problem.

Everyone's stimulated

by different things.

Yeah. I've just been,

like, experimenting.

Touching myself, watching porno.

Wait. What?

Are we doing...? Are you

saying we're doing porn now?

Yeah.

Hell, yeah!

You guys, the map's up.

Yeah? Is it? Cool. Kill

yourself, Dora the explorer.

"Map's up."

I don't give a f***.

Come on.

Come on, god.

Oh, that's slick.

God, you are stupid as f***.

So, Kelly, what, you just

gonna milk this all day?

Wait. Kelly, um, did you wait

to open your letter with us?

I actually wanted to talk...

Okay, let's just go.

We don't have time

for these losers.

I'm sorry.

What was that, c*nt?

Are you guys gonna go

to the party tonight?

Are you guys going?

We'll be there, but you won't.

Because you're really weird.

I mean, did you even remember

to shower this morning?

No, I did last night.

It's the same. Everyone knows.

Marisa, did you even remember

to apply for college?

I know things

can get hard for you.

Yeah, they do.

They're called d*cks.

D*cks get really hard

for me, Brooke.

- It's okay.

- Don't beat yourself up over it.

We don't want that whole

situation happening again.

Oh, when you pissed your bed

in middle school?

That did not happen.

But it did though.

Uh, Annie, sweetheart,

we can tell that your b*obs

are two different sizes

in that shirt.

What? How?

Can you really tell?

No.

You're wearing a sports bra.

Why would she say that?

Because she's a b*tch,

and she probably

has a secret ball sack.

I would shove his dick

so far down

my f***ing esophagus, Annie.

Oh, my god.

That would hurt so bad.

All right, guys.

Jesse.

Yo. Yo, J...

Yo!

Welcome to your last homeroom

of the year!

So here we are,

the last day of the semester.

And I promise,

I don't know where the party is.

And even if I knew,

I'd never tell you.

Though, I really don't get

what's the big deal.

I guess some traditions

keep on growing,

no matter how stupid.

I have to say though,

I wish I saw

half of the creativity

I see in your party clues

in your papers.

You're f***ing hilarious.

So for the last time this year,

can anyone spell my last name?

Anyone besides Jorge?

Yeah, just what I thought.

Okay, Mexico is your neighbor,

baronesses.

Oh, you know that one? Good.

So you might wanna think

about learning the language.

Oh, and I suppose

we should probably address this.

Oh, yeah.

They're... they're, ah, tits.

Look, whatever.

Dude, the "beeramyd"

tonight is gonna be epic, okay?

It's gonna be like

the most lit night

in school history ever.

The almighty beeramyd.

So that's it,

you finish high school.

And then you create

this weird monument

to celebrate

your future alcoholism.

Yeah, like current alcoholism.

Look, just, like, take a break

from being, like, divorced

and, like, sad and, like, poor.

You should come tonight.

I mean, like, literally,

what else are you doing?

I honestly don't know

where the party is, really.

And I got some finals to grade.

And gotta say, lately,

a glass of Pinot and I'm out.

I'm out too.

I love Pinot.

Pinot. Always.

Oh, no.

What?

Shut up, b*tch.

God, your curls are just doing

a thing today that...

Good summer, right?

Have a good one.

Annie?

What happened?

I had a panic attack.

You're my panic attack.

Thanks. Marisa,

I just don't get it.

It was Kelly's idea

to always stay together,

and have each other's backs.

Yeah, well...

Sh*t happens.

Did you hear what I said?

- I hate this.

- Yes, I heard.

I hate today.

I heard you.

Okay, well,

f*** today, then, dude.

We don't need...

Today.

Let's... let's, uh, go to

the strip club.

I've always wanted

to go to the strip club.

I don't know about that.

It's not her fault, you know?

It is, though, like...

She deleted our pictures

off Facebook.

Like, she didn't

have to go there.

It's super disrespectful.

I was kind of insulted

a little bit.

Doesn't it make you feel bad

that she's not allowed

to be herself?

No. Because you always have

the option to be yourself.

That is solely up to you.

I can't believe

we don't talk anymore.

We used to be so close

before you left.

Hey, don't cry.

I actually thought

today would be different.

Annie.

Come on, babe.

Just wipe up and come out, yeah?

I can't.

Yes, you can.

No, literally, I can't.

I had a thing of Parmesan

for breakfast.

- Why?

- It looked good.

No. Why would you do that...?

That makes me angry.

I don't...

God, I'm spraying sh*t all over

the sides of the toilet.

It's like the part that the

flush doesn't get. I'm sorry.

Okay. It's okay.

Annie?

I got to go pee too.

Are you there?

Kelly, can you

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