Romy and Michele's High School Reunion Page #7
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- 1997
- 92 min
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Okay.
And you know what,|it doesn't even matter...
that we told, like, what,|four people some dumb lie.
Who cares?
Hi, everybody.
Settle down. Hi.
I'm Christie|Masters-Christianson.
I have been asked|to formally welcome you all...
to Sagebrush High's|ten-year reunion.
We have come a long way|in the past ten years.
Our own Lisa Luder is helping|set the style for the country...
as a fashion editor|for "Vogue" magazine.
And Travis McKinney|is in his fifth year...
as a member of the|Dallas Cowboys football team.
And...
Romy and Michele claimed...
they invented Post-Its.
All I ever wanted was|for people to think...
that we were better|than we were in high school.
And now we're just a stupid joke,|just like we always were.
No, Romy.
Can I tell you the truth?
I never knew that we weren't|that great in high school.
I mean, we always had|so much fun together.
I thought high school|was a blast.
And until you told me that|our lives weren't good enough...
I thought everything|since high school was a blast.
I think we should go back|out there as ourselves...
and just have fun|like we always do.
The hell with|everyone else.
I don't think I can.
Well, do you think you can|stop being such a baby?
God, I feel like|I've been, like...
chasing you all over|this reunion.
We have come|all this way.
Now we are going to enjoy ourselves|whether you like it or not.
God, Michele, I've never seen this side|of your personality before.
You're so bossy|and domineering.
- I like it.|- Me too.
She's got it
Yeah, baby|she's got it
- I don't believe it.|- What?
They're ba-ack.
Well, I'm your Venus
- Nice outfits.|- I'm your fire
Post-Its must be|really lucrative.
- Are you sure you want to do this?|- Oh, yeah, Michele, I am so sure.
What the hell is|your problem, Christie?
Why are you always|such a nasty b*tch?
Do you get some kind of sick pleasure|from torturing other people?
I mean, yeah, okay, so Michele and I|did make up some lame story.
We only did it because we wanted you|to treat us like human beings.
But you know what|I finally realized?
I don't care if you like us|'cause we don't like you.
You're a bad person|with an ugly heart...
and we don't give a flying f***|what you think.
- Come on, Michele.|- Okay.
And, yeah.
It's unbelievable.|They're as deluded about their lives...
as they are about|those hideous clothes.
Actually, Christie,|they've got nice lines...
a fun,|frisky use of colour.
All in all, I'd have to say|they're really not bad.
Well, we still think|they're ridiculous.
Don't we, girls?
Why don't you just let them|think for themselves for once?
You're just jealous...
because unlike a certain ball-busting,|dried-up career woman I might mention...
we're all happily married.
That's right, Christie.
Keep telling|yourself that.
- I do love those outfits.|- Yeah, sure do.
- Oh, great.|- Thanks.
Michele made them.
Well, I just sewed them.|We both designed them.
- Fifty-fifty.|- Wow. - Yeah.
That's so cool.
Well, it's been really|terrific seeing all of you.
- Come on, Michele.|- Oh, okay, bye.
Hi.
I am sorry that I blew|your big lie for you.
Hey, that's okay.|It was better this way anyway.
It's ironic, isn't it? I really thought|you guys had it made in high school.
- Us?|- Yes, you.
With your long hair|and your long legs...
walkin' on your legs,|flippin' your hair.
I can't compete with that.|You made Sandy crazy.
And the whole time|you were makin' my life hell...
the "A" group was making|your life hell; I didn't know.
You know what? I bet in high school|everybody made somebody's life hell.
Mm-mmm, not me. Never had the|opportunity to make anyone's life hell.
You know what? I bet that's not true.|You were really unpleasant.
- You think?|- Oh, yeah. God.
Heather?|Oh, I'm off duty.
Um, since you never|got around to it in high school...
I was wondering|if you could sign my yearbook.
And, uh, please don't|tell me to f*** off...
because it really hurts|my feelings.
- I hurt your feelings?|- Yeah, all the time.
Tremendous!|That's tremendous!
Go get your stupid yearbook.|I would be happy to sign it.
Okay, great.|I'll-I'll be right back, okay?
Michele, I think maybe|we should leave.
There is no way this reunion|is gonna get any better.
Hey, everybody, Sandy Frink|just landed in a helicopter!
Sandy Frink|has a helicopter?
Yeah. Apparently he's worth,|like, millions.
He invented some kind of|special rubber or something.
Like for condoms?
Whoa-ohh-ohh
The hot summer night
Fell like a net
I've gotta find|my baby yet
You think I'm cute
A little bit shy
Mama, I ain't|that kind of guy
That's Sandy Frink?|What the hell was I thinking?
Whoa-ohh-ohh
Sandy, hi.
- Doctor, Doctor, give me the news|- You look so rich.
- I got a bad case of lovin' you|- I mean, great.
No pill's gonna|cure my ill
I got a bad case|of lovin' you
Michele.
- After all these years, you still take my breath away.|- Thanks.
So you must be, like,|the most successful person...
in our entire|graduating class.
Well, I guess that depends|on how you define "success. "
If, to you, success means|having a house in Aspen...
one in Acapulco, a penthouse in|New York, a mansion in Malibu...
a 60-foot yacht,|an eight-seat Windstar...
a Bell Jet Ranger, a Bentley,|a personal trainer, a full-time chef...
a live-in masseuse|and a staff of 24...
then, yeah...
I guess I am successful.
But no matter|how much I accumulate...
there's still one thing|I just don't have.
Your own country?
I don't have you,|Michele.
Will you dance with me?
Only if Romy|can dance with us.
Sure.
Lying in my bed
I hear the clock tick|and think of you
Caught up in circles
Confusion is nothing new
Flashback|Warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcase of memories
Time after|Sometimes you picture me
I'm walkin'|too far ahead
You're callin' to me
I can't hear|what you've said
Then you say "Go slow"
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost, you can look|and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall, I will catch you|I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost, you can look|and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall|I will catch you
- I'll be waiting|- I will be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
See, I told you|it would pay off...
to go to those clubs|every night.
Come on.
Oh, Jesus,|Mary and Joseph.
What do you want?
You were right. I was|a brain-dead, redneck a**hole.
Although I never screwed|a sheep or my sister.
Why not?|Couldn't catch 'em?
I guess I deserve that.|I was a jerk.
But I was so miserable|in high school...
I don't think I spoke more than|two words the entire time.
I just couldn't|breathe there, you know?
Plus, I had this|really bad stutter.
Listen, you, uh,|wanna go somewhere quiet?
Somewhere|where we can talk?
- You-You wanna talk to me?|- Yeah.
Okay, cowboy, I don't know|what your trip is...
- but if this is some kind|of a sick game- - What? No.
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