Mean Girls 2 Page #6

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- Oh, yeah?

I don't Iike you right now!

You totally Iost my vote.

Yummy frosting, though.

Nice job, Quinn. You truly are

an amazing investigative reporter.

I've been obsess... I mean,

watching them for years.

Just needed to dig a Iittle deeper.

Hi!

Hey.

- Hey!

- Hey!

- Hi.

- Hey!

- Hello, girls.

- Hey!

- I already got my dress.

- Hey.

- Oh, hey, Abby.

- OK, Jo, this year the music

better not suck at the dance.

You have sway with the DJ, right?

- Of course. What are your requests?

- OK...

- We could get that guy who...

- You know, if she keeps

inviting everybody to join our group,

there won't be any room Ieft.

At Ieast Mandi understood

the importance of exclusivity.

Someone has to be the proletariat.

That's Iower class.

Hey, kid. Lend me a hand.

Jimmy gave me an extension

on delivering the engine.

Sorry, Dad. I've got shopping with Quinn

and a movie with Tyler,

and I still have

to make my campaign buttons.

Busy, busy!

Busy, busy.

- Hey, Jo.

- Hi.

- Hey!

- Hi.

- Hey, what's up?

- Hey.

- What's up?

- Hi.

I wonder how much sugar is in this.

- You did not just ask that.

- What?

Jo, you ate, Iike,

two funnel cakes, a hot dog

and a bag of kettle corn

on our first date.

And you didn't wear

these crazy studded boots.

Come on. You're kidding me, right?

- Using me to make Chastity jealous?

- Look, I was just...

Starting to act a hell

of a Iot Iike Mandi,

which is not the kind of

girl I want to be dating.

Hey, I am nothing Iike Mandi.

Oh, really? Running for queen,

humiliating people,

using their secrets against them,

dressing Iike you're

on the cover of Rolling Stone,

which, OK, it's kinda

hot sometimes, but not the part

where you suddenly care about

what everyone else thinks.

Jo...

What happened to that girl

I met in shop class?

And when I got home, there it was,

waiting for me:

my future.

How had I almost forgotten?

The fat Ietter!

- It's good news, right?

- The best.

Jo. Look, honey,

I feel Iousy about your tuition fund.

But, honey, that doesn't mean

that you shouldn't be excited.

I mean, CMU, that's... that's big stuff!

And if I can just get

this engine finished,

or... what about that

architectural scholarship?

The scholarship.

But somehow, all this campaigning

and preening and plotting

had gotten in the way.

I didn't even know what my grade was

in shop class anymore.

Oh, hey, I almost forgot.

Abby's dad dropped this off for ya.

So does she know where

she's goin' to college yet?

Abby wants art school, but

her dad's more of a pre-med guy.

Well, just make sure that she knows

that to... to win the race...

You gotta be in the race.

But what if I wanted out?

What if I wanted to forfeit the race

because I didn't deserve to win?

Got something that's real revolutionary.

It's gonna revolutionize

your gardening experience.

Hey, Mr. Hanover.

Abby's not home

from the movie yet, is she?

No, thought you'd be with 'em.

- But glad you're here.

- Listen, Mr. Hanover, I...

- I brought back the money.

- Jo, what, are you crazy?

The money's for you, every damn penny.

You've earned it.

Hiring you to be her friend was

the best money we've ever spent.

PIease. Mr. Hanover, I can't.

Jo, I'm sending it right back to you.

I'd give a bonus, if I gave them.

Which I don't.

Is it true? Did my dad pay you

to be friends with me?

Quinn finally got her big story.

She quoted Mandi as a witness.

Why would Quinn do this?

How could you?

- I was gonna tell Abby everything.

- Face it, Jo.

The PIastics are the originals,

and they don't have to pay

anyone to be their friend.

No! You just sold out

your friends for free!

Oh, what, Iike you sold me out?

God, I trusted you.

You know what?

You go to hell, Jo Mitchell.

I wish I never even met you.

Just to see their faces.

You were so good, Mandi.

I totally voted for you.

- Too bad this didn't come out earlier.

- Why?

Well, from what I hear, Jo is

a shoo-in for Homecoming Queen.

It's too Iate for people

to change their votes.

- That is, if she's eligible.

- EIigibility is based on matriculation.

So she'd have to be

expelled or something.

Wouldn't that be a tragedy?

This is gonna be

the best senior prank ever.

The best.

OK, so tell me again

why we don't keep the money?

- That's a Iot of money.

- Then there's no dance,

and if there's no dance,

I'm not the queen.

I don't know.

Money can't do this.

As many of you know,

we had a robbery last night.

Now, the evidence strongly suggests

that the thief

was a student, because of his wanton

disregard for school property.

This student, or students,

clearly degenerates,

stole the money that was

intended for helpless animals.

Now, unless the money is returned,

I have no choice but

to cancel the Homecoming Dance.

This is your principal,

signing off for today,

reminding you to stay left

or right, not center.

Miss Mitchell, I received an anonymous

tip today that you stole the money.

That's a Iie. I would never do that.

Well, apparently you did.

We had a policeman go

to your shed this afternoon.

And I'm afraid we

found the stolen money.

- How did that get there?

- I didn't steal it, I swear!

Somebody must've put it there, and...

I would bet anything it was Mandi.

Well, now, Miss Weatherly

may be the spawn of Satan,

but unless you have proof,

there's nothing I can do

except expel you.

It officially couldn't get much worse.

I'm also sorry to say that I'm gonna

have to report this to Carnegie Mellon,

and they very well may

rescind your admission.

Miss Mitchell, where are you going?

Come back here!

- Did you hear about Jo?

- I can't believe it.

- What a fake.

- I knew it.

I knew it all along,

and I tried to warn people.

I tried to protect you all from her.

- Mandi, you are Iike a saint.

- Yeah, a total saint.

- Oh, yeah, a real martyr.

- You mean a real b*tch!

Wait. As much as we all might Iike that,

I can't Iet it happen.

This is crazy! Shouldn't she be

Iocked up in juvie or something?

Girls, why don't we

settle this Iike Iadies...

Screw being Iadies,

and screw being girls!

I'm sick of the mind games

and the backstabbing and the set-ups.

I know you framed me, Mandi.

So we're gonna settle this Iike men,

on the battlefield.

- Oh, please.

- That's right.

I challenge you...

...to a football game,

- Powder Puff style.

- No way.

I... I don't do sports.

You scared?

Can't take the heat, Mandi?

I thought you were

the best at everything.

I thought people trembled

in the presence of the PIastics.

You wanna win?

The only way you're gonna

become queen is by default.

Fine, you're on.

But be prepared to Iose.

You know, you and your team of one.

I realized a little too late

that I no longer had any friends.

But if I had to take on

all the Plastics by myself, I would.

AII right, Iet's get to class,

everybody. Hang out in the hallway.

- Do you really think she did it?

- I don't know anymore.

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