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on Thursday. You should swing by.

- Really?

- Yeah. Totally casual.

Bring a friend if you want.

Corey?

I was thinking more

like a girl, Lucas.

Oh. Right.

You know some of those,

don't you?

Yeah. Of course. Tons.

All right. See you there, bro.

Here you go.

Just some dumb prom decorations and

you're going to help her rebuild them.

Yeah. Sure he is. If he

ever bothered to show up.

Glad you could make it.

No place I'd rather be.

Great. You know what?

Why don't you move

that stuff from there...

...to over there.

Do you think

you can handle that?

Ow.

Problem?

No. I was just taking

inventory of this...

...bucket.

- That would be one.

You want some help with that?

Yeah. Sure.

Why don't you give it a long,

brooding stare until it carries

itself across the room.

Wait. Nova, hold on a second.

I just wanna say one thing.

Lift from the legs.

He's a menace.

A rude, arrogant menace

who'd rather look down

on everyone else

than make any effort

of his own. And he was late.

I don't know if Dunnan is doing

this to punish him or me.

What's his name again?

- Is that Jesse Richter?

- Yeah.

That that punk that stocks

shelves down at the market?

I think he works there.

Well. Well, I used to

run with his dad, OK?

Apple doesn't fall

far from the tree.

Is there any chance Jesse

might actually help you?

Kitty, he's a punk, all right?

He's not gonna all of a sudden

turn into an upright citizen.

I didn't say that.

I'm just saying it seems like you could

use some help, Nova.

Three weeks isn't a lot of time.

Yeah, help, sure. But he's a...

- He's a walking misdemeanour.

- Thank you, Dad.

"I'm a tough guy.

I have long hair

and drive a motorcycle.

I can lift heavy things."

Whoop-iddy-doo.

Be right back.

You should see this guy, Dad.

It's like he enjoys watching me suffer.

This kid gives you any more trouble,

you just come to me, OK?

- Nova, it's Brandon.

- Hey, Mrs Prescott.

Brandon. Hey, invite him in.

I'II... I'll set another place.

Yeah.

- Brandon, what are you doing...

- I got into Princeton!

- Wow! Congratulations.

- Yeah!

Thank you. That's not all.

I'm a finalist

for the dean's scholarship.

That's amazing.

The interview for the scholarship,

it's the same weekend as prom.

- Oh.

- I hate to leave you hanging.

No. I, I...

I totally get it.

There's still some time for you

to find another date, right?

Yeah. Totally. I'll be fine.

- Fine.

- All right. Cool.

Cool.

I just can't believe

he would do this to you.

- I mean, two weeks before.

- Yeah. He's a jerk.

- A loser.

- I hate him.

- I've always hated him.

- He's an idiot.

Guys, it's not that

big of a deal. Honest.

Besides, prom's not even close to being

ready. I still have a ton to do.

But who are you gonna go with?

Well, lots of people

go to prom without dates.

No. You don't have

to do all this, Nova.

- Yeah.

- Just because Brandon bailed on me

doesn't mean I'm gonna bail

on the senior class.

I'm fine. Now go.

Go.

Hey.

Wait.

It's a varsity party

and Tyler invited me.

- No way.

- No, really.

And he told me to bring a girl.

Wow. Tyler Barso's barbecue.

That's almost a "triumphant

Jimi Hendrix at Woodstock" moment.

- Really?

- Well...

No. That could be your

Hendrix moment.

- Hi.

- Hey, Simone.

But first, fly check.

Pit check. OK.

Now breathe on me.

- Wait, why?

- You wanna ask her out with butt mouth?

I don't think so. Come on. Hit me.

I didn't get anything. Hit me again.

- Dude.

- I just had a cough drop, all right?

My olfactory nerves are compromised.

Come on.

What are you guys doing?

- Extra credit!

- Yeah. Yeah.

- I gotta go.

- He's... weird.

Yeah.

So, I'm glad

you're here today.

I mean, I knew you'd be here.

This is our class.

Not that you never miss class

or anything.

I mean, you don't miss a lot of class.

You have excellent attendance

as far as I can tell.

I try.

There's a lacrosse team barbecue

on Thursday

and I was wondering

if you wanted to go with me.

I mean, unless you have a lacrosse

issue, which some people do, sometimes.

- That sounds like fun.

- Really?

Yeah. I love barbecues.

She loves barbecues.

Cool.

We start every day at three.

Dude, relax. It's 3.15.

I'm not a dude,

and I know what time it is. You're late.

All right, dude.

What's this supposed to be?

It's a celestial fountain.

Well, it's gonna leak

all over the "celestial" floor

unless you purge the line

and unclog the intake.

I know that.

- Hey, Rolo.

- Hey.

Can I see Athena's profile?

No. She doesn't have one.

Really? No profile?

Actually, she had to take her page down

'cause she got grounded.

What's she in for?

She was out clubbin' till late.

So Athena likes to get

up in the club, huh?

Yeah. Big time.

Sweet!

Come on. Come on.

No! No, no, no, no, no!

Stop, sir!

Stop, truck!

No, no! Jen.

Jen, you missed it!

There was a sign!

No! No!

OK. Come on, baby.

Stop, stop, stop! Stop!

And... it's leaking.

Yes, it is. Happy?

Amused.

You act all tough,

but I know you.

You're the guy who cried when the class

hamster died in third grade.

Yeah, well, Heady didn't

make me build a cosmic canopy.

You remember her name?

You just need a hamster

to love, don't you?

This is a disaster.

A hurricane's a disaster.

Smallpox. Locusts.

Those are disasters.

This is just a fountain.

And it's just prom.

Just prom?

Yeah. Lame DJ, balloons,

poofy dresses.

Not something to get

so worked up about.

I forgot. School functions

conflict with your "thinking that I'm

better than everyone" time.

Well, for the rest of us,

prom happens to be fun.

Not for the guys. You gotta buy dinner.

You gotta get the little flower thing.

Don't pretend

you don't know what it's called.

And then there's the tuxedo,

the ultimate symbol of conformity

that a bunch of other guys

have already sweated in.

Whereas you opt

for the long hair and black jacket.

The whole "motorcycle" thing.

The ultimate symbol of nonconformity.

At least I don't wear it posing

in front of some stupid backdrop.

- People keep those pictures forever.

- In a box in their attic.

A lot of people worked

really hard on prom.

And it all burned down.

Look, I'm sorry.

Prom is obviously really

important to you.

I just don't get it.

All this for one night.

Yeah, you're right.

But... it's the last night,

and it's the last dance.

And for that one night, who we were

for four years of high school...

...it doesn't matter.

It's just all of us together

in this one perfect moment.

And I wanna be a part of that.

- It should be this next block.

- Thanks for driving, Corey.

Yeah, sure thing.

I'm a driver. I can drive.

As long as it's during daylight hours

and with adult supervision.

Now, slow down.

What is that sound? I could swear

it's my mom nagging me, but no,

that's impossible since she promised

to be quiet during this car ride.

- Use your signal.

- Mom.

- Aren't you coming, Corey?

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