Sixteen Candles Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1984
- 93 min
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[ Sighing ]
I'm totally screwed.
Did you put your name on it?
[ Girl ] Hi, Sam.
Hi. No, but it was
really embarrassing.
I had to name
who I'd do it with
if I ever did it.
Who'd you name?
Jake Ryan.
Jake Ryan? He doesn't
even know you exist.
Thank you. That's
a very nice thing to say.
I'm sorry.
But Jake Ryan?
He's a senior,
and he's taken.
I mean, really taken.
I know. It was
supposed to be my ideal.
He's ideal, for sure,
but forget it.
God, I hope whoever
got the note doesn't know
it was me who wrote it.
I'd sh*t twice and die.
[ Students Chattering ]
[ Boy ] Did you see
how tragic it was?
I can't believe I'm actually gonna
consume the school hamburger.
You know, they're not that bad
since they started using meat.
What happened to
your carrots?
Oh, Brenda was busy today.
If she can't remember my birthday,
I can't expect her to remember my carrots.
[ Gasps ]
- [ Clattering ]
- What are you doing?
Jake's here.
I don't want him
to know I eat!
Do you know
Samantha Baker?
Sophomore, right?
Yeah. What do
you think of her?
I don't.
Would you ever
go out with her?
Depends on how much
you paid me.
She's not ugly.
There's nothin'
there, man.
It's not ugly.
It's just... void.
You know what I mean?
There's somethin'
about her.
I do independent study
with her. I catch her
lookin' at me a lot.
It's kinda cool, the way
she's always lookin' at me.
Maybe she's retarded.
I'm bein' serious, okay?
She looks at me like
she's in love with me.
Jake,
she's a child.
So?
So what're you
gonna do with her?
She's obviously
too young
to party serious.
Maybe I'm interested
in more than a party.
Come on, Jake. You talk
like you're hard up.
You got Caroline.
Now she's a woman.
It's unbelievable.
I swear to God, Caroline Mulford
had to flunk about nine grades.
[ Friend ]
Truly makes me ill.
[ Samantha ]
She's perfect.
Practically
impossible to cut up.
She's supposedly real sweet.
Brother's deaf, and everybody
in the world worships her.
[ Samantha ]
And she's going with Jake.
Oh, I'm gonna kill myself.
My man.
"[ Band Instruments
Practicing, Off-key ]
[ Kids Chattering ]
I loathe the bus.
[ Noise Subsides ]
[ Sighing ]
There has to be a more
dignified mode of transportation.
I hope you get a car for
your birthday, and a license.
[ Scoffs ]
Let's not hold our breath.
[ Space Guns Firing ]
[ Both Chuckle ]
[ Together ]
Score... a direct hit.
[ Together ]
On second thought.
"[ Off-key Instruments
Continue ]
"[ Kazoos Playing Brahms's
"Hungarian Dance No. 5" ]
[ Boys ] 'Hey"
[ Driver ]
Move it.
Call me, okay?
You call me first.
Tell me what happened at home.
I can tell you
right now. Nothing.
Will you quit feeling sorry
for yourself? It's bad
for your complexion!
"[ "Theme from Dragnet" ]
How's it goin'?
How's what going?
You know, things,
life, whatnot.
Life is not whatnot,
and it's none of your business.
[ Book Pages Ruffling ]
Hmm. So you goin'
to the New Faces
dance tonight, or...
That's also none
of your business.
[ Sniffing,
Clears Throat ]
Are you inhibited
about dancing in public?
I mean,
you don't have to dance.
Maybe you could just stand
there with me and my dudes
and just be you, and... -
Sounds major.
[ Sniffing ]
So, I mean,
what's the story?
I mean, you got a guy, or...
Yes, three big ones,
and they lust wimp blood.
So quit bugging me,
or I'll sic them
all over your weenie ass.
You know, I'm getting
input here that I'm reading
as relatively hostile.
I mean, it's just...
Go to hell.
Very hostile.
Come on,
what's the problem here?
I'm a boy, you're a girl.
Is there anything wrong with me
tryin' to put together some kind
of relationship between us?
Look, I know you have to go.
Just answer one question.
Yes, you're
a total fag.
[ Laughing ]
That's not the question.
[ Brakes Squealing ]
Am I turning you on?
[ Door Squeaking ]
[ Sighing ]
It's encouraging.
Very encouraging.
Yeah, uh-huh.
You know, a girl with a hat
is just so... Whew.
So vogue.
Uh, y-yeah.
[ Sniffing ]
"[ "Theme From
The Twilight Zone" ]
[ Man ] Where are my blue socks,
Dorothy?
[ Dorothy ] You mean you didn't pack them?
Oh, not again, Howard.
Can't I trust you
to do anything?
Do you expect me to do
all the packing?
Well, at least
I brought this for you. It...
Sam.
[ Sighing ]
Samantha.
Look.
Oh, look.
- Hi!
- Hi!
Oh, God.
[ Laughing ]
Oh, sweetheart!
My goodness, are you
a sight for sore eyes.
[ Kissing ]
[ Laughing ]
Oh, good!
Just look. How are you,
my little lamb chop?
Hello!
I'm fine, Grandpa.
- How are you guys?
- Oh, pretty good. Of course,
I get lower back pain.
Oh, my corns are killing me.
My arthritis in my fingers
bothers me quite a bit...
So are you, uh...
You're sleeping up here?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Your grandfather Fred
jumped our claim on Sara's room.
So here we are up here.
Well, I haven't seen you in a while.
Do I look any older today?
Oh, no, no.
I wouldn't say so.
Do you think so?
[ Dorothy ]
No. Oh, I hope
it isn't cold tomorrow.
You know Ginny.
It's not gonna be cold.
She'll refuse to wear a coat
over her wedding dress.
If she does,
you mustn't bug her...
I'm not gonna bug her...
I'm gonna go set
myself up in Mike's room.
So I'll see you guys later.
- [ Dorothy ]
Okay, sweetheart.
- Look, there she goes.
Your grandpa and I
are looking forward to
a nice, long visit with you.
Aces.
[ Howard ]
We certainly are.
[ Laughing ]
See you a little later, darling.
We've got a lot to...
[ Sighing ]
I swear to God,
this has got to be a joke.
Grandparents forgetting
a birthday?
They live for that sh*t.
[ Toilet Flushing ]
~ With my arms around you ~~
Well, well, if it isn't
Sammy Baker...
Davis, Junior.
[ Chortling ]
Hi, Grandpa.
Oh, I've got one
for ya.
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Who.
Who, who?
Helen, we've got an owl
out here in the hall.
[ Chortling ]
Oh, Fred, Fred,
leave her alone.
You'll make her
tinkle.
Oh, come on, Helen.
Oh, Sam, let me
look at you.
Oh.
Fred, she's gotten
her boobies.
[ Fred Chortling ]
I'd better go get
my magnifying glass.
Oh, and they are
so perky!
[ Sighs ]
I can't believe my grandmother
actually felt me up.
[ Gong Clangs ]
What's happenin',
hot stuff?
His name is
Long Duk Dong.
[ Gong Clangs ]
What?
Long Duk Dong.
He came down with
Grandma and Grandpa Baker.
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