The Outcasts Page #6
Jodi, David.
Jodi, Carol, Carol, Jodi.
David, Carol, Herb, Jodi.
Everybody knows each other.
Introductions out of the way.
Come into the house please.
This is the way in.
Boom shaka laka laka
Boom shaka laka laka boom
Shaka laka laka boom
Jodi, it's Mindy.
Call me.
I suggested hey,
why not take the shorts up
an inch above the knee.
They said no, but with
respect they said no.
Um I also have made...
Hey, guys.
Just give me these, give me these.
You guys are done, right?
- Not quite, but.
- Mom's done, Mom's done.
Sure, thank you.
That's good.
Hey, hey.
What if they get married?
Then we almost committed stepcest.
Hey, you were the one
who went in for the kiss.
No, no way.
You were practically
undressing me with your eyes.
Undressing you?
Are you 40?
Mister oh I don't let many
people behind the candelabra.
Fine, we'll just chalk it
I don't know where this goes.
So...
Friends it is?
Yeah, in the interest of not having
our family tree go in a circle friends.
I'm sorry, I realize referencing
having children with you
makes it more creepy.
Yeah, it did.
I got an operation plan to Photoshop
the cheerleaders' yearbook picture.
Can I get the green light?
I don't care, do what you want.
I have been looking for you all day.
Oh my god, last night was like
the seventh circle of awkwardness.
I called you.
I know.
It was insane.
I got waitlisted at MIT.
Wait, wha, wha?
No, no, no, there's gotta be a mistake.
Hey, I want names.
It doesn't matter.
Hey, guess who's coming to dinner?
We're joking.
Hey, did you hear?
Actually not.
- Um...
- Not a good time.
Her dad and my mom, they're
That's crazy.
Oh hey, side point.
for your audition.
Audition?
Thanks Dave, I'll take it from here.
It's just for a performing arts school.
In Boston?
In New York.
I was gonna tell you.
It's no big deal.
Of course it's a big deal.
I'm sure you'll get in
and it's a good thing you've got Dave
to help you with your audition.
Mindy, don't be mad.
I gotta go.
Yep.
Hey, we'll talk later, okay?
Sorry.
It's fine, let's just go.
Mindy Lipschitz,
please report to the principal's office.
This is an all new level.
Stealing chemicals and lab
equipment from the school?
Come on, Les, Mindy is
one of my best students.
Really?
Why don't you have a look-see.
Okay, well that one is
clearly Photoshopped.
- Mindy.
- Well guess what.
You're out of the science club forever.
- This must be some mistake.
- Save it, sweater vest.
Luckily, we still have students
like Whitney Bennett who had the courage
to bring this sick delinquency
to my attention.
Get out of my office.
Mr. Samuels.
Why didn't you defend me?
What do you want me to do, Mindy?
You went to MIT,
the greatest academic institution
in the known universe
and you're still being bullied
by an overgrown frat boy.
Oh my god, you totally broke her.
Law 42, strike the shepherd
and the sheep will scatter.
Straight back to you.
Are you sure you want this?
I want it.
Can anyone tell me what
the exception to the rule of...
Brothers and sisters,
it is time to open your eyes.
Whitney Bennett, for four years
she has crafted
a meticulous image as
the rich girl who had it all.
Well brothers and sisters,
Whitney Bennett is not who you thought.
The mansion her family
supposedly lives in,
try the servants' quarters.
Her father, the hedge fund manager,
these are the only hedges
he's ever managed.
The mother who works in fashion,
only if this constitutes working
in the fashion industry.
Her older brother getting a master's
in business at Wharton.
The only business he's
mastered is delivering pizzas.
The truth is revealed.
The only reason Whitney
was always so intent
on exposing all of your weaknesses
was so that you would
never discover hers.
Whitney Bennett is a liar.
Dude.
What was that?
That was our revenge over Whitney.
You do realize that you
just did the same thing to her
that she did to me.
Exactly, it's called revenge.
I don't get what your problem is.
This is what you wanted.
We set out to change
things and we did it.
We won.
It doesn't feel like we won.
It feels like we're becoming the things
that we used to hate.
My whole life I played by the rules.
I did all my homework,
I colored in the bubbles
with my number two pencils
and what did it get me?
Teased, tortured, ignored,
waitlisted.
Do you know what turning
Two black eyes.
The old Mindy...
Was a pushover who thought
she was gonna go to MIT,
engineer the perfect hydrogen fuel cell
and get an element named after her.
Lipschitzium can still happen.
If you have a problem
with what you're doing,
you should do something about it.
If this is what it is...
Then I'm out.
So we had succeeded in creating
Turns out power is a potent drug
and with Whitney publicly humiliated
and officially dethroned,
the underlings of our school
had now become its overlords.
Dude, that was amazing.
I'm registered as a lethal weapon.
Well this sucks.
I told you we should have
Here here.
Has anyone seen Whitney?
Oh she's gone AWOL.
I never thought I'd feel bad for someone
who affectionately references Stalin.
Now we should shove
his head into a toilet.
You know what I'm saying?
things to go down like that.
Oh come on, don't tell
me you're not having
a dorkgasm over this.
Google alert, you did
the same thing to me
and did I go into hiding?
But your threshold for
humiliation was already so high.
No wait, I, I'm, s-s-s...
Were you trying to apologize?
It just gets stuck in my throat.
But I know you're right, okay.
You're right.
Okay.
Thanks.
I'm going to cut right to the chase.
I intend to rule this school next year.
But the only way you become the best
is by working for the best.
I thought that was Whitney,
but apparently I was wrong.
I won't pretend to like
your fashion choices.
But you've got a lot to teach me
and I'd like to offer my services
as your intern for the rest
of the school year.
Prom is almost here and
we still don't have a theme.
So I'd like you to rally
your various factions
to back my proposal for Ender's prom.
Support my bid for prom king,
I vote for whatever theme you want.
Wait, I'm running for prom king.
I'm the only one who knows how
Whoa whoa whoa.
I thought we were letting Colin
No, we never went over that.
I'm going to be king.
Um no, you're not gonna
be king, I'm gonna be king.
Mindy, I am willing to make you queen
with a five-year no-beheading clause.
A no beheading clause?
As I sat there listening,
I realized how ridiculous it all was.
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