Some Kind Of Wonderful Page #2

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This is not tension.|This is reason.

The way this girl and her big money,|cruel heart society spit on everyone...

is not interesting,|it's pathetic.

She's not big money.|Do you know where she lives?

Yeah, in our sector.

But she runs with|the rich and the beautiful...

which is guilt by association.

This is getting stale.

You calling out for food?

No. You can call if you want.

Don't you ever eat at home?

I don't like to eat alone.

Amanda Jones?

Forget about it.|It's nothing.

It's not important.

You couldn't score her|in a million years.

"A," you're too shy and closed up|to even approach her...

and "B," she'd kill you.

Chicks like her|have one thing on their mind...

and you don't make enough of it|to matter to her.

You can't judge a book|by its cover.

Yeah, but you can tell|how much it's gonna cost.

That's deep.

You want shallow,|call Amanda Jones.

Speak of the she-devil.

Could you fill it up?|Super unleaded.

Check the oil.

- Can you turn off your engine, please?|- My pleasure.

Be nice, or I'll make you|check the tires.

So, this is what you do|for a living, huh?

I'm sorry. My hand slipped.

- Would you cut it out.|- Mind your own business.

-You like looking at my girlfriend, huh?|-Shut up, Hardy.

What?|He likes looking at you.

Sorry.

I'd recommend you keep your eyes|and your mind off my property.

Here's ten for gas|and ten for the look.

Oh, Amanda Jones.|Right this way, please.

I'd say excusing yourself|from class...

and leaving the school grounds|with the boy with the hot car...

buys you...

two weeks of morning detention.

Well, we were just talking.

If all you wanted was talk, you could've|gotten that without leaving school.

What are you saying,|Mrs. Albright?

Nothing that hasn't been said before.|Now get inside.

- Get inside. Read my lips. Go.|- It's not fair.

Welcome.

Is this detention?

Actually,|it's your mother's house...

and we're all having a party.

You really shouldn't cut classes,|even if it's just gym class.

It's incredibly nice of you not to|make me sit down there with those guys.

I felt kind of weird|being the only girl.

I suppose it wouldn't matter if you|served out your detention in my office.

Oh, well, I had a better idea.

I was kind of wondering if I wouldn't|have to serve detention at all...

if I promised|I'd never ever do it again.

We'll keep this|just between you and me.

Oh, you're incredibly sweet,|Mr. Sauner.

And I love the way|you wear your hair.

- Really?|- Yeah, it's great.

- All the girls say it.|- No.

Yeah. It's true.

You're the best|driver's ed teacher there is.

Thank you.

Thanks very much.

Sure. Bye-bye, Amanda.

Bye.

Amanda Jones doesn't know you...

doesn't care about you.

You're trying to|jerk off the impossible.

How many times do I have to tell you|this? I don't know. How many times?

Do you know|what kind of a guy Hardy is?

Handsome, rich...

muscular, popular,|hot, happening...

and capable of reducing your head|to a crimson stain on the wall.

Hardy's a jerk.

He screws around on her, he treats her|like dirt, he has no respect for her.

And obviously she gets off on it.

You're losing it.

And when it's lost,|all you are is a loser.

You obviously don't know how I feel,|so why don't you just butt out of this.

I know how you feel.

Oh, you do? Really?

You've been in love before?

There's a lot of things|you don't know about me.

Really?

Who have you|ever been in love with?

Huh?

You want to abuse yourself,|be my guest.

Hey, Watts, nothing ventured,|nothing gained, right?

Keith, once a fool,|always a fool.

Right?

Are those boys' underpants?

Yeah. So?

So, I've just never seen a girl|wearing boys' underpants before.

You ever seen a girl|with a drumstick shoved up her nose?

- Oh, is that some kind of a threat?|- It's some kind of a warning.

I'm petrified.

Really.

Don't worry. Everything's gonna be fine.|I've done this before.

There's Amanda.

Hi.

- Hardy, I've had about enough of this.|- What? What?

If you were more of a person, you might|be enough for two girls, but you're not.

Yeah? Well, this jealousy crap|is really getting a bit tedious.

Yeah, well, you won't|have to deal with it anymore.

- What does that mean?|- Get out of my way.

No, no, not until|we straighten this out.

It's not gonna|work anymore, Hardy.

Yeah?

You walk out on me,|where you gonna go?

You got a minute?

- What do you want?|- Well...

I wanted to know if|maybe you wanted to go out...

with me.

But if it's too difficult a time,|then I understand.

So you're asking me out|on a date?

- Bye.|- Bye!

- So, what did he want?|- He asked me out.

- What did you say?|- I said yes.

She's just mad.

Why are you smiling?

I wasn't aware that I was smiling,|but if it bothers you I can stop.

It's just that you haven't smiled much|lately. I was curious about the change.

Well, I haven't had that much|to smile about, Clifford.

- You have a beautiful smile, young man.|- Thank you, Carol.

She's Mom. I'm Dad.

And you're nuts.

This is not true.|It can't be.

This has got to be the most|hilarious rumor ever floated.

- Right?|- What are you talking about?

Last night I hear everybody talking|about how Keith has asked this girl out.

- No way.|- Check it out.

This girl is popular,|she's beautiful...

and obviously in the middle|of some emotional shootout...

to consent to date|the human tater tot.

What did you do to her, Keith?|Threaten her life?

I just asked her out.

Well, her boyfriend's a man,|for Christ's sake.

Hey, hey, hey.

He's extensively easy on the eyes,|he's a total buck, and you're...

you're... Keith.

Is she nice?

Mother, the girl is sex.

For God's sake, I'm eating!

Glad you got time|to think about the girls.

Between the girls and your art kick,|you have no time for anything important.

You'll be dead and buried before you get|off your butt and apply to a college.

Ease up, Dad.|Any fool can get into a college.

Only a precious few|may say the same about Amanda Jones.

Am I wrong?

- Mom, what kind of milk is this?|- If you don't like milk, drink juice.

It's none of your business.

What, Keith?|What did you say?

That's what my girlfriend|would look like without skin.

And while we're on the topic of|the double-breasted party machine...

congratulations|on your latest coup, yeah.

You know about Amanda Jones?|How?

You think I live here?|I have a personal life too, man.

How did you swing that one?

I don't know, Duncan.

I asked her out, she said yes,|we're gonna...

Any time somebody from the outside lifts|a woman from a "gwat" like Jenns...

we can all find cause to rejoice.

- I'm proud of you.|- "Gwat"?

Punch her apron one time|for me, huh?

Do you want me to feel you up|or anything?

Do you want to die young?

- What kind of question is that?|-Just sit here and shut up.

You don't have a boyfriend,|do you?

See, a lot of guys I know|think that you're...

What?

Confused.

But I know it's just an act.|Do you know how I know?

Enlighten me.

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