Romy and Michele's High School Reunion Page #5

For businesswomen.

We don't have|anything like that.

Well, then why don't you just give us,|um, two burgers and fries and Diet Cokes...

- 'cause we're in a hurry.|- Mm. We're due in Tucson later.

For a business thing.|You know.

What kind|of business you in?

I can't believe we never thought|of what to say we did for a living.

Oh. Which one|of these guys...

will I have sex with|at the reunion?

Ooh!|Casey Degan!

- Aaah!|- Come on! Now, we're running out of time.

I know. Why don't we say|that we own our own company?

Ooh, good.|Like what?

- Like, what if we invented something?|- Like what?

Well, okay, I-I think it should be like|something that-that everybody has heard about...

but-but nobody really|knows who invented it.

Oh, my God! I've got it!|Post-Its!

- Everybody knows what Post-Its are!|- Yeah!

They're the little yellow things|with the stickum on the back, right?

Okay.

Okay, we're-we're working in this|advertising agency after college.

- Ooh, college! Good one!|- Yeah.

And we have, like, this big,|like, presentation...

to make to,|like, a client.

- Hmm!|- So-so-so we're, like, brainstorming...

and all of the sudden|we're out of paper clips!

- Good!|- And so, okay- So then I, I, like-

Okay, I say-|I say- Okay-

"Wouldn't it be great if there was, like,|this, like, stickum on the back of this paper...

"so, like, it-it would just- if I laid it on|top of that other paper it would just stay...

you know, like,|without a paper clip?"

- Yes!|- Ahh!

So then you've got, like, this|grandfather or this uncle...

that, like, has, like, a- like a-|like a paper company or a paper mill...

and-and he's, like, really into it,|and the rest is history!

Oh, my God!|It is perfect!

Wow!|Don't you think?

Well, yeah, but-

- "Well, yeah, but" what?|- I don't know.

I mean, it just sounds like you invented|Post-Its all by yourself, you know.

- I mean, what did I do?|- Well, it was your grandfather or uncle.

Yeah?

Okay, you know,|so we could say that...

you were,|like, the designer.

Like, I thought of them, but you|thought of making them yellow.

Well, no, but it's like|most of these people...

have, like, known us|since elementary school.

I just think that you're|more believable as a designer...

rather than|as an inventor, you know?

- Uh-huh.|- You're my lover

Not my rival

- What are you doing?|- Look.

You're obviously|pissed at me.

No. Uh-uh. Why should|I be pissed at you?

Just because now I know|how you really feel about me.

Oh, my God,|I knew this would happen.

I mean, I try, for once,|to be honest with you...

and it blows up|in my face.

God!|You wanna be honest?

Okay, good!|Let's be honest!

I let you|have the ideas!

- What?|- Yeah, I let you have the ideas...

so you won't feel so bad|that I'm cuter.

- You are not cuter, Michele.|- I am so cuter.

It's, like, common knowledge, Romy.|Everybody thinks so.

I'm the Mary|and you're the Rhoda.

That's ridiculous. You're the Rhoda.|You're the Jewish one.

Oh, my God. I'm talking|cuteness-wise, Romy, okay?

And cuteness-wise,|I'm the Mary.

That's crazy! You have absolutely|no proof that you're cuter!

Oh, proof? You want proof?|Okay, fine.

- Who lost their virginity first?|- Oh, big wow!

With your cousin Barry.|I wouldn't brag about it.

Okay, so who always gets asked to|dance first when we go to clubs, huh?

No wonder you couldn't|find us boyfriends, Romy.

Well, so what?|You can't even get a job!

- I carry you, Michele! Without me, you'd be lost!|- That is such a lie!

Oh, yeah? Well, let's just see.|Let's split up and see what happens.

W- What do you mean,|split up?

When we get to Tucson,|we're going our own separate ways.

Okay. Good.

Fine.|I don't care.

- Fine!|- Fine.

As of Tucson,|we're finished.

Well, drive fast!

Always something there|to remind me

Wow.|Billy Christianson?

Romy. Romy White.

No. No way.

My God, you-|you look fantastic.

I mean, I- I never would have|recognized you in a million years.

Thanks.

So, what have you been doin'|since high school?

Well,|believe it or not...

I invented Post-Its.

So I told Prescott...

"You can either pay me the 150|or I am out of here. Bye-bye. "

I mean, there are at least 12 other major|markets that would put me on the air tomorrow.

Wow. So you did it?|You're an anchorwoman?

No.|I'm a weather girl.

On the highest-rated|5:00 news in Tucson.

- Oh.|- So...

Michele,|what are you up to?

Uh, okay.|Um, I invented Post-Its.

- You're kidding!|- You must've made a fortune!

Well, yeah.

No offence, Michele...

but how in the world|did you think of Post-Its?

Um... well...

uh...

And I invented them|totally by myself.

I mean, all Michele did was say,|"What about making them yellow?"

Really?

- Actually, I invented a special kind of glue.|- Oh, really?

Well, then I'm sure you wouldn't|mind giving us a detailed account...

of exactly how you concocted|this miracle glue, would you?

No. Um-

Well, ordinarily|when you make glue...

first you need to|thermoset your resin...

and then after it cools|you mix in a, um, epoxide.

Which is really just|a fancy-schmancy name...

for any simple,|oxygenated adhesive, right?

But then I thought maybe- just maybe-|you could raise the viscosity...

by adding a complex glucose derivative|during the emulsification process.

And it turns out,|I was right.

Huh?|I don't believe it.

You must be the most successful|person in our graduating class.

Uh-huh.|And you're not. Bye.

Always something there|to remind me

This is so great.

Romy?

Can I ask you|something?

Romy! You will not believe|what just happened!

Michele, can't you see|that I am busy?

Fine.|Okay, just forget it.

Whoa! Oh. Oww.

Oww. Oww. Oww.

Oh!

Oh! Come on!

Oh, God!|Are you all right?

- What do you think?|- I am so sorry.

My-My-My driver|didn't see you.

Please. Come.

I have boxes of Kleenex|in my limo.

Let me make it up|to you.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

- Here. Help yourself, Michele.|- Thanks.

Wait. How do you|know my name?

It's me, Michele.|Sandy.

- Sandy Frink?|- Uh-huh.

But you're so dreamy.

Well, when I made|my first million...

my present to myself|was a new face.

Okay, I'm not|just saying this...

but you really picked|a good one.

Thanks.

I had this notebook...

with "Mrs Romy Christianson" written|on it, like, about a thousand times.

Now you think|I'm some sort of geek.

No. No.

No, not at all.

I'm flattered.

Hi, Billy.

I've been lookin'|all over for you.

You wanna dance once?

You know,|for old times' sake.

No, thanks.

I owe this one to Romy.

Hey, you guys, they're about|to announce the winners of the vote.

- Come on!|- Vote? What vote?

- Let's go. We gotta get in there.|- Okay.

Wait, I can't|find my top.

Where are you?

Hey, how you guys|doin' tonight?

I bet, uh, everyone|is as anxious...

as I am to hear|the results of the vote.

What vote?

The person voted Most Changed|for the Better Since High School is-

It's a tie.|It's a tie.

The Most Changed for the Better|Since High School are...

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