Mean Girls 2 Page #7

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Certainly not about Jo.

Hey, Mr. Hanover.

This was in our mailbox. It's for you.

- Listen, you're Jo's boyfriend, right?

- Ex-boyfriend.

Awkward.

Thing is, I've got something for Jo.

It's the money, actually.

Would you give it to her? A deal's a

deal. It's not her fault Abby found out.

- She gave the money back to you?

- Of course.

I was expecting it, really.

I knew she'd Iove Abby

once she got to know her.

I just needed to make that happen.

So remember, you can't wear

red or pink to the dance.

Those are my colors.

And I'm wearing my hair up,

'cause it's best for the crown,

so wear yours down.

- Quinn, are you Iistening?

- Yes, absolutely. Hair down.

Hey, Abby.

- Look, just don't.

- But...

You know, Jo may have Iied to me,

but at Ieast she taught me one thing.

Stand up for myself.

So... get Iost, Quinn.

Fine, hate me.

But you should know I don't think

Jo stole the money.

I think Mandi did.

- How do you know?

- Because I sort of gave her

the idea to get Jo expelled.

AIso, Jo spent an awful Iot of time

putting together

and sending out

college applications for you.

She even put together your portfolio.

I helped her make about a dozen

of those with journalism equipment.

I hope you get into art school, Abby.

I really do.

So Mr. Hanover just called.

Apparently, one of his distributors

is sending new parts for the engine.

That's great, right?

We can finish the car in time

for Jimmy and the new racer.

So, you... You heard from Abby?

I've texted, called.

I tried her NorthShoreCentric page.

No Iuck.

That girl really hates my guts.

But I can't blame her.

I'm not sure why you don't hate me.

Listen, kid, I'm not proud

of what you did to Abby,

but I know that you care about her.

- And you're certainly not a thief.

- At Ieast someone believes me.

Oh, I don't think it's just me.

- Am I seeing things?

- We haven't forgiven you yet.

Not even close.

But we can't Iet you

take the fall for Mandi.

- That's right, we've got your back.

- Mandi's goin' down.

I knew it.

I knew Mandi set me up, and...

...you guys came to rescue me.

I don't deserve you.

Oh, my God, are you crying?

No, I never cry.

AII right, now come on,

we have a game to prepare for.

And you're right,

Mandi needs her ass kicked.

And we have an idea

to prove your innocence.

- Do you think you can do it?

- Hack into their security system?

Not easy, but not impossible. I just

have to detect their wireless signal,

then hack into their computer

and find their security account.

Wait, got it.

They named their Wi-Fi

"AIwaysWatching?"

What's their pass code, "666?"

It'II take a few days,

but if Mandi planted the evidence,

I'II find the footage.

But...

I want something in return.

I knew it. I knew

he wouldn't do it for free.

What do you want, EIIiot?

A date to the dance, with Abby.

Hey, good Iuck at the game.

I'II be rooting for you.

Even got my own side biz going on.

Odds are 30 to one in Mandi's favor.

- What? Why?

- You haven't heard?

Mandi had managed to recruit

the captain of the rugby team...

...a fifth-year senior

who felt no pain...

...and the three-time Junior Division

Karate Champion onto her team.

But we weren 't backing down.

And neither was Mandi.

She wasn 't going to pull any punches.

It was time to end this

once and for all.

- Got it?

- Yes, sir!

Good!

Hi, baby! Oh, you Iook so cute.

- Our Iittle athlete.

- Mom, Dad, come on.

You know you can't be in here.

Just go.

You're right, you're right.

We need to find a seat.

- The bleachers are already filling up.

- Yay! Yay!

- I'm gonna vomit.

- It's gonna be OK, I promise.

- What's the worst that could happen?

- We Iose?

Is everybody decent in here?

I don't want a sexual

harassment Iawsuit... again.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, we're good.

Principal Duvall, what are you

doing here on a weekend?

Well, I've tried to turn

a blind eye to this game,

but the fact that you made

the challenge in my presence,

and you've plastered the school

with posters made that kinda hard.

Thought you guys would wimp out.

But I guess now

I will have to intervene.

Mainly because Mandi's team

wants to file a Iawsuit.

- What are you talking about?

- Jo, due to your expulsion,

you are not allowed on school grounds.

Thus, you cannot play the game.

- Damn it! Mandi was counting on this.

- I know.

- You know?

- Yep, which is why

I Iooked into this issue days ago.

You know, technically,

the football field is public property

since it's on park Iand.

You know, the school

only rents it for games.

So all we needed was a permit,

which I have right here.

Well, great then.

I guess you are just not

allowed in the Iocker room.

See ya!

Well, I guess my job here is done.

Let's go, team!

Kill! Maim! Dismember.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Go, Abby!

The big day was upon us,

and we were going

to take the Plastics down.

Come on, girls!

We were ready for anything.

Didn't expect to see me here?

I'm still gonna kick your team's ass.

OK, girls, Iisten up.

Football is a religion,

and you are now in church.

Do not disgrace this field.

We'II play by playground rules.

Fumbles that hit the ground

are Iive balls. Four downs and out.

No punts, no extra points

and a touchdown is seven points.

Get it? Got it?

Good.

We will flip a coin to see

who receives the ball.

- Pink Team, you call it.

- Heads.

- Heads it is.

- We'II receive.

AII right, shake hands.

OK, then.

Run, moron, run!

Take it, take it.

- There's no nunchakus in football!

- Man.

Ball, now!

Touchdown!

So Iisten. My dad always

says to win the race,

you've got to be in the race.

So think of the worst thing

the PIastics have done to you,

and knock them down.

If they're gonna play

full contact, so are we.

Fumble-rooski on two.

- Break!

- Break.

Yeah!

Yeah, Jo!

Good job, honey!

What... What's goin' on?

What... What are you doing?

- Yes!

- Touchdown!

That's not fair! She can't do that.

Can she do that?

- You girls can really play. Who knew?

- Thank you.

Damn it, we're tied.

I swear, if you Iet that psycho Jo near

me, I will end your social Iives.

- Time for D and D.

- Dirty dancing?

Yeah, Chastity, dirty dancing.

No! Down and dirty, OK?

Down and dirty.

Let's get 'em. Go!

OK, they were big, they were bad.

We were dead.

I can't see. I can't see!

- Nothing? How bad's your vision?

- I'm Iegally blind!

Number one!

Just freshening up.

Smells Iike Iavender

and ocean breeze, doesn't it?

- Oh, come on!

- Come on, girls.

Enough of this, Iet's play football!

AII right. My muscles are mush,

my Iungs are about to burst

and just Iook at us.

I agree, we're totally not gonna Iose.

- Gesundheit.

- Cover your mouth.

- Really? 'Cause they have the ball.

- We have to take a stand.

We can't Iet them score.

- Gesundheit.

- Dude, cover your mouth!

- OK, I got it.

- Jo! I did it!

- Look, he did it!

- He did what?

Yeah. Yeah.

Is that yours?

Cool, Mandi is goin' down!

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