Pretty In Pink Page #7

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that they didn't break me.

Open up.

When anybody's ready to go upstairs

and get serious, just let me know.

We've only been here an hour.

We can go up and come back

down again, all right?

Did you look at the suite?

It's 300 bucks a night, Benny.

It's not gonna be a palace, OK?

We should stay for a while. We won't

see these people for much longer.

Come on, stay to the end, OK?

I don't give a sh*t what you do.

Damn.

- You're here! What happened?

- Well, I guess you're looking at it.

You look great.

Thanks. You look stunning.

Really. It's breathtaking.

Listen, I want you to know,

despite my appearance at this function,

I remain now, and will always be,

a Duck Man.

I admire you.

If you wish.

Let's plough.

Shall we dance?

Wouldn't be unheard of.

A little lingering doubt,

perhaps, Blane?

You know, you gotta give her credit.

After you dumped her,

she went out and found herself

probably the most interesting date...

Steff.

You buy everything. You couldn't

buy her, that's what's killing you.

- I don't wanna listen...

- Steff.

That's it, Steff.

She thinks you're sh*t.

And deep down, you know she's right.

- Hi.

- Hi.

You don't need me to say I'm sorry.

It's done. It's over with. I'm fine.

Well, if that's true, then I'm glad.

It's not true.

But it doesn't matter, does it?

You told me you couldn't believe in

somebody who didn't believe in you.

I always believed in you.

I just didn't believe in me.

I love you.

Always.

Andie.

He came here alone.

OK, you're right.

He's not like the others.

If you don't go to him now, I'm never

gonna take you to another prom again!

This is an incredibly romantic moment,

and you're ruining it for me.

Thanks, Duckie.

Go ahead.

Blane!

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