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Alexa. Alexa, think about it.

Which one of us has the skills here?

Thank you very much.

You're right, I...

I'm gonna...

I'm gonna take one for the team.

Good.

I got it.

You're Dead Meat?

-How did you guess?

-You're on.

Time to take

the training wheels off, kiddo.

Come on, Alexa!

I can't sing.

(AUDIENCE BOOING)

I don't got it.

-You do it.

-Me?

MANDY:
No, you do it.

ALEXA:
I can't.

Brain fading fast.

Let's go!

(SINGING)

You said, oh, girl, it's a cold world

When you keep it all to yourself

I said, you can't hide on the inside

All the pain you've ever felt

Ransom my heart, baby, don't look back

'Cause we got nobody else

We're running with

the shadows of the night

So, baby, take my hand, it'll be all right

Surrender all your dreams to me tonight

They'll come true in the end

Stop!

My dad.

If everybody could please be quiet?

I'm asking nicely.

Yo, I said quiet!

Thanks.

I'm 18 years old

and I've never been in love.

Never even been kissed,

but right now,

I have the chance to be with this really,

really amazing guy.

But my dad's car got towed,

and I need 300 bucks.

And he's gonna call me on

my video phone any second.

And if I can't convince him that

I'm anywhere but here, I'm screwed.

My life is over.

Do you understand?

So I'm begging you.

I'm asking you to just please...

Please help me.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

That's my dad.

Please, just... Please, help me.

Hi, Daddy.

Hey, Mandy.

Listen.

About the duplex.

You know, it really is just one option.

And it's a darn fine one, Dad.

Yeah.

So, what are you girls doing?

Uh...

We're taking a break and

we're watching a DVD.

Oh, yeah, which one?

Um...

Dance Like You Mean It 2.

-What?

-AUDIENCE:
What?

Cool.

Hey, do me a favor.

Point your video camera at the DVD.

I want to see how good this looks

on the phone.

All right?

(INAUDIBLE)

(PLAYING SHADOWS OF THE NIGHT)

TOM:
That's weird, the...

The clock in the DVD says 7:32,

and it's 7:
32.

Wow.

Go figure.

Yeah. Do me a favor

and let the DVD play a little longer

and then pause it.

All right.

I'm taping and now I'm pausing.

Huh.

That's...

That's a fine DVD.

Okay.

Okay.

I'll talk to you in a half hour.

-Bye, Dad.

-Bye.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(ALL APPLAUDING)

Thank you so, so much.

You know that sometimes it feels like

It's all moving way too fast

Use every alibi and words you deny

That love ain't meant to last

You can cry tough, baby

It's all right

You can let me down easy

But not tonight

We're running with

the shadows of the night

So, baby, take my hand, it'll be all right

Surrender all your dreams to me tonight

They'll come true in the end

(ALL CHEERING)

Yeah, I know.

I'm watching it and I don't believe it.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Hey, hey. There he is.

How you doing, buddy?

Give me some of that, or not.

He's fantastic.

Well, he just knows to run away.

What are you gonna do all day?

Shopping, then yoga, then more shopping.

You know, the more I spend,

the harder Ray has to work

and the less I have to see him.

I figure about two more maxed-out Visas

and... He's gone.

-That's a nice plan.

-Thank you very much.

We're gonna be here bonding.

You don't worry about a thing.

-Go. I got it.

-Good. Thank you

-I need the break.

-You're welcome. All right.

-You're a good uncle.

-No problem.

-See you.

-Bye.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Just gonna be us now.

-Where is she?

-She hasn't come out yet.

MAN:
Congratulations to our

Battle of the Bands winner, Dead Meat.

Oh, my God. She's a zombie.

She keeps rising up from the dead.

KIMBERLY:
Where did she get that outfit?

-Are you seeing this?

-LISA:
Do I Iook blind?

That poser almost looks hot.

Damn her.

Lenny? This is Lisa Cross.

There's a wacko stalking Drew.

She just escaped from the nut house.

She's driving this ugly old American car.

-License...

-1TAH498.

I'm really good with numbers.

-I thought you failed math?

-I lied.

Her license is 1TAH498.

She's with two other punk-ass girls.

Don't let her in.

-I am so in awe of you.

-Save it.

Let's get our butts to the mall.

That outfit is mine.

Hey.

What do you got there?

You wanna put that back?

Yeah?

-No?

-No.

Don't you...

Don't take one more step.

Listen to me.

You are not going to break that.

You're going to put it down

or you're going to give it to me.

-No.

-But you are not...

Peyton.

One of us is gonna blink

and it's not gonna be me.

Peyton, get back here.

(GLASS BREAKING)

(TOM GROANING)

Ow, ow!

Hold it right there, please, ladies.

Hold it right there, please.

Nice try, but I saw your license plate

and I've been tipped off.

What do you mean, tipped off?

It was so Lisa and her cult.

You're the wacko stalking Drew Patterson.

No, no, no, you have me confused

with some other wacko.

He invited me, I'm on the list.

You're on the list all right.

Look. I'm gonna call the cops, all right?

So why don't you

just back away and back off.

Mandy.

Maybe it just wasn't meant to be.

You know?

The only list we're on is the loser list.

My whole life I've been on the loser list.

Lisa, it's Lenny.

Thanks, Lenny.

She just won't give up.

She's like a pit-bull with b*obs.

Time to get a little more proactive.

Peyton.

Game over, buddy.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah, hello.

Hi. May I please talk to Mandy?

Yeah, well, no. She's not here.

She's at Alexa's house.

Really?

She was supposed to be here

with the booze an hour ago.

Booze? What booze?

Oh, well. Have a nice night.

No, no, no. Don't hang up.

Hello?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Big Father again.

It can't be. I still got six minutes.

Pull over.

(HONKING)

I can't.

Give me my sweatshirt.

Hey, Dad. What's up?

Just having fun. How about you?

Hey, got any booze?

Why? Are you running low?

Come on, Dad,

you know I wouldn't do that.

Hey, what's that?

You're not driving in a car, are you?

No, I'm looking for a CD.

Here, look.

No hands. No eyes.

Let me see the keys.

Uh...

Sure, the keys. Right.

See? Dad, now, think about it.

I couldn't very well be

zooming down the street

with no hands on the wheels,

covering my eyes

and dangling the keys, now, could I?

Jeez. A little trust would be nice.

TOM:
Yeah, I don't know

what's the matter with me.

-You know, with you graduating...

-Yeah, I know, Dad.

I really want to nail my econ final,

so I have to go hit the books. Bye.

-Hey, Mandy.

-Yes, Dad.

-Love you.

-Love you, too, bye.

-Put the keys back in.

-I'm... Hey, I'm...

(GROANING)

Guys, come on. Guys, seriously.

(CAYENNE SCREAMING)

CAYENNE:
Start, come on!

(ALL SCREAMING)

Hey. There you are, good one.

Look at you,

you're gonna be an architect. Nice.

What are you... What are you...

Well, don't do that.

All right.

That's not fair.

No, no, no, no, no.

Okay. Look at me now. Look at me now.

Hey.

Hey, no, no. Oh, no, no.

Seriously, I'll go onto the roof.

This is getting weird.

Getting weird? We crossed the line

from desperation to deranged hours ago.

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