Romy and Michele's High School Reunion Page #6

Synopsis: Romy and Michele have been through it all, including being tortured by the Popular crowd when in high school. When they receive word of a 10 year reunion, they come to realize their lives aren't as impressive as they'd like them to be. Instead of staying home they go to the reunion with business outfits, cell phones, and one heck of a bogus success story.
Genre: Comedy
Director(s): David Mirkin
Production: Touchstone Pictures
  4 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.2
Metacritic:
59
Rotten Tomatoes:
71%
R
Year:
1997
92 min
2,426 Views


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.

For almost ten years now.

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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Robin Schiff

Robin Schiff is a Hollywood writer-producer, best known for the movie Romy and Michele's High School Reunion starring Lisa Kudrow and Mira Sorvino. Schiff was a member of the comedy troupe The Groundlings. She does an interview series once a year for the Writers Guild Foundation called Anatomy Of A Script, where she and Winnie Holzman (writer of the musical Wicked and creator of My So Called Life) discuss the craft with other well-known writers. Schiff also teaches a writing class with Wendy Goldman (whom she met at The Groundlings) called Improv For Writing. more…

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