Palo Alto Page #5

Good.

Uh...

Do you... Do you want it?

I love the pink ones.

So good.

All right.

Thank you.

Yeah, I'll see you later.

Bye. Okay.

That's how you play.

Go like this.

(INAUDIBLE SPEECH)

All right.

There you go.

You almost got it.

Come on.

How's that foot?

Come here.

Not in this color, though.

MR. B:
Hey.

Beer?

No, thanks.

(SIGHS)

Wanna hear a joke?

There's this horse

and a chicken.

And the horse falls into

this big puddle of mud

and, um, so the chicken

gets his Mercedes

ties it to the horse

and pulls him out.

Then the chicken

falls into the mud.

The horse doesn't get his Mercedes.

He just stands there.

And he says,

"Just hold onto my thingy

and I'll pull you out."

That's funny.

Well, it's not over.

So, the moral of the story

is that if you're

hung like a horse

you don't need a Mercedes

to pick up chicks.

Yeah. I get it.

Why don't you talk to me

at school anymore?

You know why.

Yeah, but you can at least be nice to me,

not just ignore me.

I mean, it's like you don't

even like me anymore.

Are you kidding me?

April, I love you.

What?

Doesn't even make sense.

What? Why?

I have to go.

April. What...

Hey, hey, hey.

April, I love you.

Okay.

I'm in love with you.

I... I was quiet before because I

didn't want anything bad to happen

but I don't care anymore.

All right, I...

I just wanna be with you.

We can

figure it out. You...

You can just say you're babysitting

all the time and come over.

No, I'm...

I should be hanging out

with boys my own age.

Why?

Why do you wanna hang out with a

bunch of little boys. You're...

You're better than that.

Just be with me.

April.

Look, uh...

Please, all right.

Just...

Let's just...

Just start all over.

Just watch a movie,

find something silly and...

(SIGHS)

Like always, okay?

Just stay. April!

(DOOR OPENS)

WOMAN:
So the founding of

Rome begins with a fratricide

as Romulus kills

his twin brother, Remus.

Seems appropriate seeing as their

father is Mars, the Roman god of war.

(BELL RINGS)

Folks, there will be a test on

this sometime in the next week.

Thank you very much.

Great work today.

April, can I talk

to you for a minute?

Um...

I read your paper.

Did someone help you with this?

It doesn't seem

like your writing.

Um...

I just asked him to help me correct

it and then he just kind of

started rewriting it and...

I can't give you a passing grade on this.

Do you understand?

What's your next class?

I'll write you a slip.

APRIL:
It, uh...

It's college counseling.

Do you know what college

you would like to go to?

They're so competitive

these days

that you need all

the time you can get.

I want you to give

some thought to that

because there are

only a few weeks left.

You excel in art class.

Would you like to

go to an art school?

Maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe.

You know what you wanna do?

You know what you wanna be?

I don't know.

I want you to stay

on that soccer team

because that could

be so helpful.

Can I go to the bathroom

real quick?

Uh, but...

(DOOR OPENING)

I'm literally punching myself that

I didn't buy that dress yesterday.

Oh, I know.

No, honestly, it looks

so f***ing good on me.

What if we just ditch and

go to the mall and get it.

CHRISSY:
Let's do it.

Your tits are seriously so huge today.

I know, right?

They look amazing.

'Cause I'm on my period,

which kind of sucks but...

Probably, but it's totally worth it.

You're making the best of it.

Okay, I have to pee like

a mother f***ing race horse.

I do, too.

Why do they even say

"I have to pee like a race horse"?

CHRISSY:
I don't know.

I don't get that, like...

Do race horses just, like,

have to pee all the time. I don't get it.

SHAUNA:
Because they're always

racing and they never get to pee.

CHRISSY:
Poor horsies.

Oh, I don't have toilet paper.

Can you spot me?

CHRISSY:
Of course, sweetie.

Oh.

All right.

How's my hair?

(DOOR CLOSING)

WILSON:
Don't look

at the easel.

Look at the model instead.

More green. Okay, no.

You're looking at the easel.

You're looking at the easel.

Look at the model

and don't look at the easel.

Jesus. That model's

kind of hot.

She looks like an old tree.

I'd f*** a tree.

I'd f*** the sh*t

out of that tree.

TEDDY:
Nice.

(SIGHS)

You know,

I had a near death experience myself once.

I was going down the tunnel

in a convertible car,

old convertible car.

It's not my car.

It's freezing cold.

Ice, like brown

melting ugly ice.

I say to myself, "Bob,

you're going down the tunnel of death."

Then I say to myself,

"My name is not Bob.

I'm not Bob."

Then I said,

"It's not my car."

And this is not my tunnel.

I made a uie and suddenly

I'm going fast the other way

and there's a rainbow.

It's a rainbow.

You're going down

the wrong way, Bob.

Turn your art around.

Dude, I'm not Bob.

Yes, yes.

All right.

That's right.

I'm not f***ing Bob.

Dude, what the f*** is going on?

This is kind of fun, isn't it?

Yeah.

I'm doing an ocean.

What are you doing?

I'm also doing an ocean.

Oh, I love yours.

That's so good.

Thank you.

Hey, Teddy.

Hey.

Tanya's daughter came by and saw

the pictures you drew of her.

She liked them.

Really?

You should go see her.

Room 22.

Hey, Janet.

Bye.

Hi.

How are you?

Oh, pretty good.

That's very pretty.

Yeah?

That's a fish.

Hello.

TANYA:
Yes.

Oh, hi. Hi.

How are you doing?

I'm fine. Sit down.

I see you got the pictures up.

TANYA:
You draw so well.

TEDDY:
No. I'm crap.

No. No.

Come here.

You're a good boy.

And you captured me good.

(CHUCKLES) Thank you.

Now listen,

always have faith and trust

in your

God-given talent.

All right, what time is it?

Game time!

That's right.

All right, listen up.

I want you to play a smart game,

pass the ball.

Keep it tight.

High pressure, all right?

Everything we've been practicing.

Okay, you got this.

You got these b*tches.

(WHISPERING) They're pathetic all right.

(GIRLS CHUCKLING)

You got this, okay.

GIRLS:
Yeah!

All right, bring it in.

Bring it in. GIRL: Whoo!

What are we going to do?

GIRLS:
Win.

What are we going to do?

GIRLS:
Win!

One, two, three, Panthers!

GIRLS:
Panthers!

MR. B:
Come on!

(REFEREE BLOWS WHISTLE) Come on.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Raquel, that's you!

Let's go!

Looking good, April!

Come on!

Okay, pull back!

Stretch!

(GIRLS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(CROWD CHEERING)

GIRL:
Oh, my God!

Come on, get up.

That's right,

push in! Push in!

(REFEREE BLOWS WHISTLE)

F*** with me!

F*** with me, b*tch!

Come on.

Shauna, what are you doing?

(REFEREE BLOWING WHISTLE)

GIRL:
Thank you.

It's un-f***ing-real!

(CROWD CHEERING)

(GIRL SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS) Oh.

April, come on!

April, go!

All right.

All right, good game!

Good game.

Shake.

You got some good players.

All right. Thank you.

(CRYING)

Raquel is such a cry baby.

I know.

She just does that

for attention, though.

You seriously think you're bad?

I mean, do you even

think she's pretty?

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