Minor Details
[ Indistinct Student Chatter ]
[ Indistinct Student Chatter ]
Mom, It's Okay.
I'm Going To Be Fine.
Oh, My Gosh!
You're Just Saying That
To Make Me Feel Better.
Yeah, But Is It Working?
And I'll Get Straight A's, Okay?
Well, It's Okay
But You Don't Have To Worry
[ Chuckles ]
But I Will. I Promise.
All Right.
Take A Deep Breath.
Here We Go.
[ Crunch ]
Boy:
That Would Be Me.
Well, Actually, It's My Dad's
Car.
-I Am Really Sorry.
-We Will Pay For The Damage.
I Have My Allowance.
-It's Just A Little Scratch.
-Girl:
Ethan! Hey, Ethan!Hey.
Girl 2:
Hey, Guys! Wait Up!
Girl 1 :
Don't Look Now.
-Hi, Guys!
-Oh, Emily!
Didn't Hear You.
How Was Your Summer?
I Got Chicken Pox And Poison
Ivy.
[ Dryly ] Well,
Hope You Didn't Scratch.
Wouldn't Want To Get Scars
Yours.
You're Trying To Butter Me Up!
Me?
No Way!
Go Make Some Friends.
Hey, Ethan.
Hey, Abby.
How Was Your Summer?
It Was Great.
The Cruise Was Awesome.
Cool. You'll Have To Tell Me
All About It.
-Maybe After Class?
-Sure.
Oh, This Is. . .
Um, Paige.
I'm Emily. Principal's Daughter.
I Rule This Place. Right, Ethan?
Of Course You Do, Emily.
Here, Let Me Help You With Your.
Then I Can Show You The Dorms.
-See You Later, Abby.
-Bye.
She's Kind Of Frumpy, Don't You
Think?
No, I Think She's Kind Of Cute.
Looks Like Ethan Does, Too.
Boy:
So?Girl:
This Wind Is Killing My Hair.
Oh, I'm Sorry.
That's Okay.
Um, I'm Looking For Dorm Number
I'm Number 6.
You New?
You Guessed, Huh?
Yeah. You Look Like Me,
Terrified.
I'm Claire.
Paige.
[ Radio Plays In The Background
]
[ Spitefully ]
Oh, It's You.
Guess We're Roommates.
Great.
And You Are?
I'm Claire. Number 6.
Let Me See.
You're Number 6,
And You're My New Roommate.
I Have The Top Two Drawers,
But You Can Have The Bottom One,
And I Have A Lot Of Things, So
I'm Going To Need More Closet
Space.
Is That Okay With You?
See You.
Man:
I Feel Your Pain, Mrs.Meneskie.
Saying Good-Bye
But We'll Take Care Of Sean.
This Is The List Of Foods
That's A Long List.
Yes, I Know.
Is It Only Food, Or Are There
Other Things He's Allergic To?
Food, Mold, Plants, You Name It.
Except Animals.
You Don't Know That, Dear.
You've Never Had A Pet.
And You Never Will.
I Played With The Neighbor's Do.
If He Eats Anything On This Lis,
He'll Have A. . . Reaction.
What Kind Of. . . A Reaction?
It Will Be One Of Three Things:
Hives, Hurling, Or Hacking.
You'll Have Exactly One Minute
To Stick This In Him,
Or Else We're In Deep Trouble.
Don't Worry, It Doesn't Hurt. .
.
. . .Much.
[ Music Plays Via Headphones ]
[ Knock On The Door ]
Hello?
[ Gasps ]
You Nearly Scared Me To Death!
-Sorry, I Knocked.
-My Fault. Didn't Hear You.
Guess We're Roommates.
Actually, You're In The Wrong
Room.
This Is 6, And You've Got
Number 9.
It's Down The Hall About Three .
That's Abby's Room.
I Can Introduce You If You Want.
We've Been Introduced.
Besides, There's Another Girl
In There.
Really? Abby? That's Weird.
She's Usually Pretty Friendly.
Okay, Then.
We'll Be Roommates.
So Glad I Don't Have
Princess Riley Again.
Princess Riley?
I Knew This Place Was Fancy,
But I Didn't Know
Oh, She's Only A Princess
In Her Own Mind.
Perfect!
Do You Get This?
[ Sighs ]
No.
Anyway, We're Never
Going To Need This Stuff,
And We're Famous Models,
So Who Cares?
My Dad, That's Who.
If I Don't Get An A In This
Class,
He Won't Pay
For That Model Camp Next Summer.
He Says He's Broke.
That.
I Know.
But The Other Day I Heard My Pas
Talking About His Job.
He's Not Doing So Good.
He'll Get The Money,
And Then We'll Be Famous.
Holly Jackson And Mia Maxwell,
Supermodels.
Both:
Love It!Oh, Too Much Sulfur, Girls.
Now It's Going To Smell Like Soe
Left A Hundred Eggs In A Trunk
During The Summer.
[ Laughter ]
Abby:
Don't Get Any Of That StufOn My Jacket. It's New.
That's Why We Wear These.
I'd Rather Die.
Hey, Check Out That Skirt
Mia's Wearing.
I Have To Find Out Where She
Got That.
This Is Gonna Be A Very Long
Year.
I'm Gonna Scream!
What Now?
Paige!
She Thinks She Knows Everything!
-And You Know What?
-What?
She Doesn't. That's What.
What Did She Do Now?
I'm On The Soccer Team.
What's Wrong With That?
Only Everything!
She Doesn't Even Know
How To Play Soccer.
She Even Asked Me
Why The Ball Was Black And
White.
Abby:
She's TryingTo Join Every Club In The
School.
Who's She Trying To Impress?
What Is Her Problem?!
Maybe She Just Wants
To Be Good At Everything.
[ Scoffs ]
Well, She Can't Be.
You're Welcome.
Thanks.
[ Sighs ]
Please Tell Me
She's Not Coming This Way.
Abb Y:
She's Not, Is She?
She Is, Isn't She?
-No, Don't Tell Me.
-Abby, Relax!
-It's Going To Be Okay.
-Easy For You To Say!
You Don't Have To Teach Her
How To Dribble!
[ Sighs ]
Did You Drop Something?
Um, No. I'm Fine.
Um, Just Like To Make Sure
The Cafeteria Floors Are Clean.
We Don't Want Anyone Getting Si,
Do We?
Soap Opera Actor:
^Imy Darling...
^I...My Little Flower.
^Ihow L Love You!
^Ihow L Long For Your Embrace!
It Was Ragweed.
Uh-Huh.
-Actor:
"Lt Is My Fault!"-Take These.
If You Don't Feel Better,
Then Come Back.
After 4:
00.All Of Them?
No. Just The Green Ones.
Oh.
Okay.
Thanks.
[ Distractedly ]
Don't Mention It.
Ew! I Think You Actually
Touched Me!
I'm Sorry.
[ Sneezes ]
Gross!
It's The Ragweed.
You're The Only Weed Around
Here.
-Hey, You Okay, Sean?
-Yeah.
Fine, Thanks.
Why Do You Have To Be So Mean?
[ Scoffs ]
Because It's Fun.
Hey, Mom.
He Did What?
[ Scoffs ]
Mia:
No Way. Is He All Right?
And It Worked?
Oh, Oh, Okay. That's Enough. Yu.
Too Much Information.
Get Some Of Those Childproof
Locks.
I Don't Know.
Maybe A Cage To Stuff Him In.
Of Course I Care.
Well, I Gotta Go. Bye, Mom.
What Happened?
Little Brothers. Spare Me!
-What Did He Do?
-Yeah. What Did He Do?
Is There An Echo In Here?
Uh, Must Be.
Dribbles, Dribbles, Left, Right!
Whoa!
[ Laughter ]
That's Not Good.
-You Need Some Help?
-Yeah, Sure. Thanks.
Oscar Is Going To Kill Me.
Paige:
Come On. We're GoingTo Be Late For Soccer Practice.
All Right, Girls.
Our First Game Is In Two Weeks,
And I Want Everybody In Shape.
And You Know What That Means:
Eating Healthy,
Getting Plenty Of Sleep,
And Most Important,
Drinking Lots Of Water, Okay?
Hydrate, Hydrate, Hydrate!
-Thank You, Emily.
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