Say Anything... Page #2

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I want one thing from you.

You stand up straight.

Admit you're special.

-God. I'll have to go on a plane.

-Worry about that later.

Now, come on.

Tell me that you're special.

You're too good at making me nervous.

Listen! You're the best

in the country, don't you understand?

It's like a pyramid.

It starts with everyone. . .

. . .and it narrows through your life.

The competition narrows it down

to one brilliant person. . .

. . .who is so special they celebrate

you on two continents. It's you.

So tell me something.

Where's the flaw in that?

There is no flaw.

Yeah, just a second, Corey.

Oh, sorry.

Diane Court.

-Don't go in there.

-Forget it. It's mine!

It's too bad.

No noise, no sound,

no movement, nothing.

Hello. Diane?

Hi. You called me?

I read about your fellowship,

and I'm glad you called me back.

I just wanted to congratulate you. . .

. . .and tell you I thought

your speech was incredible.

-Thank you very much.

-Whoa, what a day, huh?

Yeah. What a day.

-Do you know who I am?

-We sat together at Bell Square.

-You remember.

-No, I read it on the message.

Okay, so it's Lloyd and let's go out.

-You wanna go out?

-Thanks, but I'm busy.

-Busy.

-Things are pretty hectic, but thanks.

-You busy on Friday?

-Yeah, I have to help my father.

-How about Saturday?

-I have things to do around the house.

So you're too monumentally busy?

Well, not monumentally.

What about tonight then?

You going to Vahlere's party?

You can't leave the country

without going to Vahlere's.

The gentleman is 22 and comes out

of hiding once a year for this. . .

. . .dressed as the Lakeside Rooster.

He makes Purple Passion drinks--

-I think that--

-You're not in England yet.

I lived in England for three months.

My parents are in the Army,

so we lived in England and Germany.

I could give you many English tips.

-Well. . . .

-I won't give any tips of any kind.

-I'll go.

-Pardon me?

-I'll go.

-You will?

Excellent. This is great.

-You will, really?

-I'll go.

We're going out. It's a date.

It's a scam. Whatever. All right.

-I'll pick you up at what, 8:00?

-Eight.

Eight o'clock.

-Goodbye.

-Goodbye.

Lloyd Dobler. . . .

Thank you, little man.

Now work that bag, J-man.

Hook off the jab. Straight left hand.

-What do we love?

-Pain!

Work that jab! Work that hook!

Okay, take a break.

Be right there!

Hi. Lloyd Dobler, sir.

-Pleasure to meet you.

-Hi.

Heard about the graduation gift.

Really quite a car.

I know you're busy

so no need to entertain me.

You can trust me. I'm 1 9.

Was overseas for a few semesters.

I rarely drink, as I kickbox.

It's the sport of the future.

Don Wilson? Benny Urquidez?

Your face says no.

Your daughter will be safe with me

for the next seven to eight hours.

Fine, Lloyd.

-Come in.

-Thank you.

-How you doing?

-I'm--

-Is she around?

-Honey?

Would you hold this for me?

-What are these?

-Bavarian Dutch-style pretzels.

Would it be terrible

if I wanted to go home early?

You're not gonna believe this.

-Oh, my--

-Oh, my God.

Hi, Lloyd.

You okay? Want a drink?

What's up, Lloyd?

-What's happening?

-What's up, man?

-Hey, Dobler!

-We are out of control!

That's not happening.

Now I gotta go to summer school.

How you doing?

-It's gotta stay purple all night.

-How you doing?

-You know Diane Court?

-Diane! Well. . . .

-I need you to be the Keymaster.

-I was just--

He's very responsible. Thanks a lot.

-I was gonna move around. Thanks.

-"Keymaster"?

I gotta judge who can drive

and who can't, and keep their keys.

-So it's an honor.

-No.

-We finally graduated, big-dude guy!

-All right!

I'm so glad you came to this.

I've always wanted you

to come to one of these.

I wish you'd done that

without the keys!

-Come on. There are so many cute guys.

-Let go of me!

-I love you, man!

-I love you too.

Homeboy! Mike Cameron. How you doing?

-What?

-Mike Cameron. This is one fresh jam.

I don't know you very well,

but I wanted to ask you. . .

. . .how you got Diane Court

to go out with you.

-I called her.

-But how come it worked?

-I mean, like, what are you?

-I'm Lloyd Dobler.

-Great, this gives me hope. Thanks.

-All right.

Key?

I wrote 63 songs

about Joe this year. . .

. . .and I'm gonna play

every one tonight.

I just saw Joe. He's here.

Don't be so dramatic about it.

You did try and kill yourself

because of the guy.

What was it like afterwards?

I've always wanted to know.

She explained it

in "Wake up, Seattle. "

Stop. I am fine now. I am all right.

All everybody does is ask me

about this. I am fine.

Did Joe come with Mimi tonight?

Keys.

Keys, everybody.

-All right, Keymaster.

-Right.

-How you doing?

-Good.

-I got you!

-How are you, Mrs. Evans?

You missed every

career counseling session.

Call me obsessive-compulsive,

but we must do this now.

-What?

-You must--

-Get away!

-What did I do?

-Don't even follow me!

-Don't do this.

Don't make me sound like a counselor.

I've got statistics and graphs.

I got all this stuff

that say the same thing:

"You have to decide on a career. "

My dad's an Army colonel.

He wants me to join.

There's no possible way.

Take a look at Seattle Junior College.

-You the Keymaster?

-I'm not gonna go there.

I'm looking for something bigger. . .

. . .a dare-to-be-great situation.

-Only your record is blank.

-Do people really know what they want?

Many think they have to know.

But inside, they don't.

I don't know.

But I know that I don't know.

Hang tough, Lloyd.

We were "ultra-competitive" . . .

. . .but I just want to say

if it wasn't for "Diane Court" . . .

. . .I wouldn't have gotten in Cornell.

You made me study twice as hard.

So thanks.

-You did the same for me.

-I did?

Did you really come here

with Lloyd Dobler?

-How did that "happen"?

-He made me laugh.

He's okay, Dad.

You're welcome.

I always call you. You know that.

Stop being so grateful. All right.

I'll be home before dawn, okay?

-Bye.

-Dawn?

-Would you guys sign my annual?

-Sure.

-Would you sign mine?

-Did you have to call your dad?

-God, how nightmarish!

-I promised.

-Will he wait up?

-Say nothing.

I come in crying. He leaves me alone.

I loved your speech,

about being scared.

Lloyd Dobler. All right.

He...

...likes girls...

... with names...

...like Ashley...

...and Tamerlane

I'll be in the kitchen, Joe.

That'll never be me

That'll never be me

That'll never be

Never be me, no!

That'll never be me

That'll never be me

Joe. Joe.

Sex, love....

She's written 65 songs.

Sixty-five. They're all about you.

-They're all about pain.

-So, what's up?

So stop playing

with her mind, you know?

She's a human being.

She's very talented.

Why do you think I keep her tapes?

They're gonna be valuable someday.

No

Never

No, never, ever, ever

Don 't you ever think it

Oh, my God.

Joe was my first love, my first sex,

and the whole time he was dating Mimi.

He'll never break up with her.

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