The Breakfast Club Page #3

Claire rolls her eyes.

BENDER:

So...so!

(to Andrew and Claire)

Are you guys like boyfriend/girl-

friend?

(a beat)

Steady dates?

(another beat)

Lo--vers?

(another beat)

Come on Sporto, level with me. Do

you slip her the hot...beef...

injection?

Claire and Andrew turn to face Bender, both furious.

CLAIRE:

(screams)

Go to hell!

ANDREW:

(screams)

Enough!

CUT TO:

7. INT. VERNON'S OFFICE - DAY

We see Vernon in his office.

VERNON:

(yells)

Hey! What's going on in there?

(to himself)

Smug little pricks!

CUT TO:

8. INT. LIBRARY - DAY

They all look at each other. Andrew turns away from

Bender.

ANDREW:

(to himself)

Scumbag!

Bender stands up and walks over to the railing. He sits

on it.

BENDER:

What do you say we close that door.

We can't have any kind of party

with Vernon checking us out every

few seconds.

BRIAN:

Well, you know the door's s'posed to

stay open...

BENDER:

So what?

ANDREW:

So why don't you just shut up!

There's four other people in here

you know...

BENDER:

God, you can count. See! I knew

you had to be smart to be a...a

wrestler.

ANDREW:

Who the hell are you to judge

anybody anyway?

CLAIRE:

Really...

ANDREW:

You know, Bender...you don't even

count. I mean if you disappeared

forever it wouldn't make any

difference. You may as well not

even exist at this school.

Bender probably is upset at this and he pauses a moment

before speaking. He doesn't let his emotions out,

however.

BENDER:

Well...I'll just run right out and

join the wrestling team.

Andrew and Claire look at each other and laugh at

Bender.

BENDER:

(to Claire)

Maybe the prep club too! Student

council...

ANDREW:

No, they wouldn't take you.

BENDER:

I'm hurt.

CLAIRE:

You know why guys like you knock

everything...

BENDER:

(to himself)

Oh, this should be stunning...

CLAIRE:

It's 'cause you're afraid.

BENDER:

(with mock enthusiasm)

Oh, God! You ritchies are so smart,

that's exactly why I'm not heavy in

activities!

CLAIRE:

You're a big coward!

Brian feels left out.

BRIAN:

(to no one imparticular)

I'm in the math club...

CLAIRE:

See you're afraid that they won't

take you. You don't belong so you

just have to dump all over it...

BENDER:

Well...it wouldn't have anything to

do with you activities people being

a**holes...now would it?

CLAIRE:

Well you wouldn't know...You don't

even know any of us.

BENDER:

Well, I don't know any lepers

either, but I'm not gonna run out

and join one of their f***ing clubs.

ANDREW:

Hey let's watch the mouth, huh?

Brian again feels he needs to contribute.

BRIAN:

I'm in the physics club too...

BENDER:

(to Claire)

S'cuse me a sec...

(to Brian)

What are you babbling about?

BRIAN:

Well, what I said was...I'm in the

math club, the Latin club and the

physics club...physics club.

Bender nods and turns to Claire.

BENDER:

Hey...Cherry...do you belong to the

physics club?

CLAIRE:

That's an academic club...

BENDER:

So?

CLAIRE:

So...academic clubs aren't the same

as other kinds of clubs.

BENDER:

Oh, but to dorks like him...

Bender points at Brian.

BENDER:

...they are.

(to Brian)

What do you guys do in your club?

BRIAN:

In physics, um, we ah, we talk about

physics...about properties of physics.

BENDER:

So it's sorta social...demented and

sad, but social. Right?

BRIAN:

Yeah, well, I guess you could

consider it a social situation. I

mean there are other children in my

club and uh, at the end of the year

we have, um, you know, a big

banquet, at the, uh, at the Hilton.

BENDER:

You load up, you party...

BRIAN:

Well, no, we get dressed up...I

mean, but, we don't...we don't get

high.

CLAIRE:

(to Bender)

Only burners like you get high...

BRIAN:

And, uh, I didn't have any shoes.

So I had to borrow my dad's. It

was kinda weird 'cause my mom doesn't

like me to wear other people's

shoes. And, uh, my cousin Kent...my

cousin Kendall from, uh, Indiana...

He got high once and you know, he

started eating like really weird

foods. And uh, and then he just

felt like he didn't belong anywhere.

You know, kinda like, you know

"Twilight Zone" kinda.

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