Romy and Michele's High School Reunion Page #6
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- 1997
- 92 min
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Romy White|and Michele Weinberger.
Honey, go on up there|and get your medal.
Okay.
How weird. I didn't|even know we were voting.
Get me another daiquiri.
Here you go.
Um, I'm sorry.|I couldn't find my top.
Honey,|that is beautiful.
May I take that|for you, sir?
No, no, no.|You leave me alone.
Looking at your medal|from the reunion again, dear?
You miss her,|don't you?
Duh.
Michele...
have you been terribly unhappy|with me all these years?
Oh, no.|No, Sandy.
Oh, good.
I've just been lonely|with no one to talk to.
Why don't you call her?
- Okay.|- Yeah.
- Hello?|- Billy Christianson?
Oh, no, no,|I'm-I'm Billy Junior.
Oh, Billy, honey,|is your mommy home?
Well, yeah.
Yeah, but, uh, she can't come|to the phone right now.
She-She's on|her deathbed.
- Romy.|- Oh, dear.
Billy, honey...
tell your mommy that|Michele Weinberger-Frink...
is on the phone...
and would very much|like to speak with her.
No.
Not until you admit...
that I'm the Mary,|and you're the Rhoda.
I'm the Mary.
I'm the Mary!
I'm the- You're a pasty hag|on a deathbed.
I'm the Mary.|Everybody knows.
Way to go, honey.
Oh, God.
Oh, we're really here.
- Oh, God.|- Good evening, sir.
Thanks for not|waking me up, Romy.
God, what a b*tch.
Don't get me wrong
If I'm looking|kind of dazzled
I see neon lights
Whenever you walk by
Don't get me wrong
- Hey, Romy White.|- Hey.
- Where's Michele?|- I don't know.
Um, anybody see|Billy Christianson?
- Try the bar.|- Thanks, man.
Don't get me wrong
Oh, excuse me, excuse me.|You-you can't go in without a name tag.
- Oh, okay.|- Okay.
Uh, Michele Weinberger.
Oh, my God, Michele Weinberger!|My God, you look great!
It's me, Toby.|Oh, Toby Walters.
- Uh-huh.|- Okay.
Um, oh, here it is.|Here is your name tag.
And, um, Romy|is already inside.
- I could care less. I am not here with Romy.|- You're kidding me.
No, we're not|even friends any more.
We had this big falling out|over Post-Its.
- Post-Its?|- It's a long story.
- See ya.|- W-W-
I'm only off to wander
Across a moonlit night
Once in a while
Two people meet
Seemingly, for no reason|they just pass on the street
Suddenly thundershowers|everywhere
Who can explain|the thunder and rain
But there's somethin'|in the air
Ooh, excuse me.
Hi, Romy.|How are you?
- Lisa Luder?|- Yes.
So, where's the rest|of the "A" group?
Oh, they're around here|someplace.
We sort of lost touch|over the years.
Wow. Isn't it weird when you're|not friends with your friends any more?
I mean, Michele and I just fell|out of touch about two hours ago.
Because she's selfish...
and she always,|like, devalues me.
And I'm sick of it,|you know?
God, you guys are easy|to talk to.
I invented Post-Its.
- You know, the yellow things with the stickum on the back?|- Yes, I know what they are.
So, uh,|what are you up to?
I'm an associate fashion editor|for Vogue.
Wow! Wh-|Good job!
Boy, I must have, like,|every single issue of Vogue...
for the past ten years.
Okay, well, it was|very nice talking with you.
Nice talking to you too.
Okay, Romy.
It might just be|fantastic
Don't get me wrong
It was so cute.
My mom gave us|a new car seat for the baby.
And when the box arrived, little|Jake looks up at me and says...
"Mommy,|is that the baby?"
- Oh.|- I wish.
Hey, everyone.
- And so we meet again.|- Oh, hi.
Romy White.
You're the chubby girl.
Oh, well, I was, but I haven't|been for a really long time.
So, what are|all of you up to?
Christie, in the yearbook you said|that you wanted Jane Pauley's job.
Are you a big TV news|anchorwoman now?
Oh, no, I don't even|watch TV any more.
My priorities have changed|since I became a mommy.
Can you believe|this is number three?
Wow, three kids.
God, you must feel|really tied down.
Not at all.|I feel very fulfilled.
Besides, Billy always|wanted a big family.
- Billy Christianson?|- Mm-hmm.
- You married Billy Christianson?|- Mm-hmm.
Billy's in|real estate development.
So, how about you?|Any kids?
Oh, uh, no.
I just haven't had time, you know, what|with running my own business and all.
Your own business?
Yeah.|I invented Post-Its.
No, really.|What do you do?
That's what I do.|I invented Post-Its.
Oh. You're kidding me.
Well, I've made|a lot of money.
Oh, you know who they say|has made a ton of money? Sandy Frink.
- The Frink-a-zoid?|- Yeah.
He invented some special kind of rubber that's|used in every tennis shoe in North America.
Hey, if anybody|needs to make a call...
I've got a phone.
- Is Sandy Frink here?|- Uh, no.
- Uh, you can't go in without a name tag.|- F*** off!
Heather Mooney? Oh, my God,|you're exactly the same.
Oh, my God.|Heather Mooney is here?
This ought to be so good.
Oh, God, don't look now.|It's Heather Mooney.
- What?|- Hello, Romy.
Uh- E- Uh- You-
Oh, uh- Heather,|you said you weren't coming.
Yeah, well, since Sandy|and Michele aren't married-
What a waste|of a tank of gas, huh?
Okay, well, come on.|I'll help you go find him.
Uh, he's not here. I already asked Toby|Dumbfuck. Obviously, I've interrupted.
Why don't you just go back to ignoring|me like you did in high school?
No, you can stay.
We're just discussing our class|success stories. So, what are you up to?
Ever hear of Lady Fair cigarettes?|I invented the quick-burning paper.
- Wow, we have a whole class full of inventors.|- Meaning?
Oh, you know, Sandy Frink|invented something too.
- Hey, isn't that Sandy over there now?|- What did Sandy invent?
- Some kind of rubber. - Romy here|invented Post-Its. - You did not.
- Yeah, I did.|- You did not.
- Yeah, I did.|- You did not.
Yeah, I-|Well, who did then?
A guy named Art Fry|from the 3M Corp.
We studied it|in business school.
You're kidding me.
You just|made all that up?
Oh, God,|you are so weird.
- Why don't you just leave her alone?|- Michele.
Oh, it's|the back brace girl.
- Hi, back brace girl.|- Hi, back brace girl.
Oh, shut up.
And what are you|picking on us for anyway?
We are not the ones|who got fat.
We're pregnant,|you half-wit.
Oh, yeah, well...
I hope your babies|look like monkeys.
Come on, Romy.
- Oh, Romy.|- Oh, please, go away. Just leave me alone.
Why did I even|come back here?
Well, you know what? There are worse|things than telling some dumb story...
and having everybody|laugh at you.
- Like what?|- Like losing your best friend.
You know? I mean,|I had the worst dream, Romy.
I dreamt that we weren't friends|and we were really, really old.
But I mean, like, we were, like,|really, really old.
And-And we weren't friends.
I can't stand that|we're mad at each other.
Okay, I'm sorry|I said all those things.
You're as cute as me.|You are.
And-And in some cultures,|maybe cuter.
I'm sorry too.
I shouldn't have said that you weren't|smart enough to invent Post-Its.
Well, I mean,|maybe I'm not.
Although in my dream,|I did know the formula for glue.
So, are we friends again?
Well, duh.
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