Romy and Michele's High School Reunion Page #2

for us to have our|picture taken together?

Yeah, well, Danny Weller, like,|"lodged the complaint," and, you know-

'Cause, "alphabetically,|he's supposed to be between us. "

And then we said, "Okay, Danny.|If you want to be between us...

you can come to Michele's house on|Friday night, and we'll be waiting. "

That's right. He came over and|we're like, "Danny, it was a joke. "

I know! And then we turned|the sprinklers on him!

Oh, my God.|Didn't he die?

- I think so.|- Yeah.

- Oh, my God. Michele. Look|at the "A" group. - Mm-hmm.

Christie Masters,|Kelly Possenger...

Lisa Luder|and Cheryl Quick.

So, who would you say|was in the "B" group?

Oh. The drama crowd. You know,|like Casey Degan and Mark Black.

- Uh-huh. God, I had the hugest|crush on Casey. 'Member? - Oh, yeah.

God, I wonder why|he never liked me.

Young man, there's|no need to feel down

I said, young man-

So, what group would|you say we were in?

Well, we definitely|weren't in the "A" group.

But you know what? We weren't|really in the "B" group, either.

Okay, we weren't in|the "C" group, were we?

What? Oh, no. Michele, come on. I mean, that|was like, all the honour students and like...

the rejects; you know, like|Sandy Frink and Heather Mooney.

- Eeew, look at them.|- We were definitely not in that group.

- Ecch.|- She blinded me with Science

Michele! Oh, Michele.|Over here!

Want me to get your|huge notebook for you?

Oh! Heather! I wanna take another picture|of you and Sandy for the yearbook and-

Oh! I wanna|interview you too...

because I think it would make a really|interesting article for the "Roundup. "

Ohh, Toby! F*** off.

Okay. But can I take|a picture of you first?

So, Romy, what group|were we in?

Well, you know, I'm not sure that|we were really in any group.

I think maybe we were|more like loners.

- Oh, my God! There we are!|- Yeah, and alone. Look.

You know, even though I had to wear that|stupid back brace, and you were kinda fat...

we were still totally|cutting edge.

- I love it when it's hamburger day.|- Uh-huh.

Okay, smile! Great!|Thanks a lot!

- Can I take your picture?|- Oh, please. - Hello, girls.

Don't forget, you have|detention after school today.

- Oh, we won't, Mr Lish.|- Yeah, we're really looking forward to it.

- God!|- Can you believe he just got married?

- Like, how desperate is she?|- I know, it's like: "Hi. This is my husband.

He dissects crayfish, but he|has a really good personality. "

He's the kind of man|that I desire

Sets the summer sun|on fire

- I want candy|- Oh, my God.

- I want candy|- Michele. Billy Christianson.

- Oh, he's so cute. - He|is cute. - Really cute.

- Hey - Hi,|Billy. - Hey

Hey

Hey

- Hey|- Ow! Billy!

Oh, Billy, gosh,|you're so slimy.

I cannot believe he's|with Christie Masters.

I know. She is, like,|so transparent.

Did you hear her report|in Miss Weigatt's class?

She actually thinks she's gonna be a|TV anchorwoman. What a "deludanoid. "

Those weirdos are|staring at us again.

- They're obsessed with us.|- Look at what they're wearing.

Where do you even get|outfits that hideous?

They made them in Home Ec|from their own patterns.

Actually, I think|they're semi-interesting.

In a freakish, off-putting|sort of way. Never mind.

- Christie. - Uh. -|Come on, I'm hungry.

No, Billy. Wait.|I wanna have some fun.

Lisa, gimme the bag.

Here you go.|You are so bad.

- What? What?|- She is out of control.

Michele? Christie Masters|is coming over here.

- Wow. She never comes over.|- Okay, just act cool.

- Hi. - Hi. -|Hi, Christie.

- So. You girls gonna try out for the spring musical?|- Us?

Yeah, you should.|It'll be fun.

- Okay. Why not?|- Yeah. So, um, what musical are they doing?

- "The Music Man. "|- You're kidding!

Oh, the Wells Fargo wagon|Is a-comin' down the street

I love "The Music Man. "

Okay. Can I have|the rest of this?

Um, w-

Mm. It's good.

See ya!

She can be really nice|when she wants to be.

Michele!

- Uh-oh. Don't look now. Here come the|Frink-a-zoid. - Oh, God! He is such a geek!

Hi, Michele. Gee, Michele,|you're looking really lovely today.

Okay. See you in Biology.

I- I-I thought I ought|to tell you, Michele, that...

Christie Masters stuck|magnets on your back.

- What?|- She stuck-

Michele, you do have|magnets on your back!

Oh, my God.|Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.|Help me.

Oh, my God.

Oh, don't let them see you get upset.|That's what they want.

Oh, my God.

- Hey!|- I'm pretending you just did something hilarious.

Now, you laugh at me.|Come on, do it.

God, that was so rude. I mean, you|couldn't help it if you had scoliosis.

I know. And what a b*tch, taking|your hamburger. I mean, what was that?

God, remember the prom?|You got so thin by then.

Oh, I know. I was so lucky, getting|mono. That was, like, the best diet ever.

I wonder, if I had gotten my brace off|sooner, if somebody would have invited me.

I mean, other|than Sandy Frink.

Well, nobody|invited me either.

Well, at least we looked fantastic,|and that is the most important thing.

- We were cool on craze|- Oh, gee. Nice outfits. Really.

- When I, you - Oh, look, it's the|Madonna twins. - And everyone we knew

Could believe, do, and share|in what was true, Oh, I said

Okay, this is so typical.|Of course, we're like the only ones...

who don't look like|we're going to a hoedown.

- Oh, I know. This town is like so unhip.|- Ecch.

- I can't wait till we move to L.A.|- Me too!

Everything's gonna happen for us there,|Michele, and we'll never look back.

- Okay.|- Dance hall days

- Dance hall days|- Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!

That hurt.|But it looked really good.

Dance hall days

Oh, everybody!

- Dance hall, dance hall days|- Okay, everyone.

Uh, it's the moment|we've all been waiting for.

It's time to announce|the king and queen of the prom.

- Ahh!|- And the winners are...

Billy Christianson|and Christie Masters!

Ohh! Ohh!

- Duh.|- Oh, it's me!

Boo-hoo!|I'm so surprised!

Thank you. Thank you.

God, Billy looks|cute in his tux.

- He does look cute.|- Really cute.

Do you think, since it's the last night of|school and I might never see him again...

that maybe he would|dance with me?

I bet he would.|I mean, it's senior prom.

Nobody's going to say "no"|to anyone tonight.

Michele, since this is the|last night of school and all...

would you care|to dance with me once?

No.

I'll dance with you.

Nah. It's no fun unless|you really love the person.

Thanks, anyway.

Okay. Who can name the capitals|of all the 50 states?

Okay, Toby. F*** off.

Heather! Can't you be|a little bit more sensitive?

Me? Me? Me be|more sensitive?

You are a jerk-off!

Another kiss|is what it takes

- Albuquerque.|- You can't sleep

- You can't eat|- Albany.

There's no doubt

You're in deep

Your throat is tight|You can't breathe

Another kiss is all you need|Whoa-oh-ohh

- Why are you tormenting me?|- You like to think you're immune to the stuff

- Why don't you go f*** a sheep or your sister or yourself?|- Oh, yeah

Brain-dead|redneck a**hole!

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