The Secret Lives of Dorks
1
Hey, There...
Hot Stuff.
If I Could Rearrange The
Alphabet, I Would Put "I" And
"U" [YOU] Together.
Yeah?
Hello.
Are You Taking Any Applications
For A Boyfriend?
A-Are You A Parking Ticket?
What?
You -- 'Cause -- 'Cause You
Got -- You Got "Fine" Written
All Over You.
Oh. That's Okay.
Oh. That's Okay.
A-Are You Sunburned, Or Are
You -- Are You Always This Hot?
Tsss!
Oh. This One's Good.
I Wish You Were A Dsl So I Could
Have High-Speed Access.
Yeah. Thought Of That One.
All Right.
All:
D-R-A-G-O-N-S!Go, Dragons, Go!
Whoo!
Okay, Now, That Was
Unnecessary.
Hey. Dirt Girl.
See That Trash?
You Need To Pick It Up.
Do You Believe In Love
At First Sight...
[ Chuckles ]
...Or Should I Just Walk By
Again?
[ Laughs ]
Is There An Airport Nearby, Or
Is That Just My Heart Taking
Off?
Are You From Tennessee?
Because You're The Only Ten
That I See.
Ugh.
Do You Have A Raisin?
No?
How 'Bout A Date?
Your Name Must Be Lucky Charms,
Because You Are Magically
Delicious.
[ Chuckles ]
I Do Like Lucky Charms.
I-I Really Hope You Have A
License, Because You're Driving
Me Crazy.
Oh! Oh!Y.
Did You Fart?
Because You Blow Me Away.
[ Blows ]
[ Car Horn Blares ]
Hey!
Out Of The Way, Dork Face.
And Have My Friggin' Homework
Done By Second Period.
Peace.
She's The Most Hottest Babe
In Our Class.
She Has Been Since The Eighth
Grade.
She's Hotter Than The Center
Of The Most Glorious Firework
Exploding In The 4TH Of July
Night Sky.
Come Find Me.
Yo!
Look, Dude, Clark's Gone.
Now's The Perfect Time To Talk
To Her.
Are You Crazy?
He'll Smash Me.
Look, Now's Your Chance.
You Can Do It.
Carrie!
What?
I'm Payton.
I've Always Been A Dork.
I've Always Been More
Interested In Comic Books Than
In Sports.
And Despite How Hard My Dad
Tried To Make Me One, I've
Never Been A Jock.
Ow. Ow.
See That Handsome Devil?
Yeah, That's Me.
And Next To Me, That's The Girl
Carrie Smith.
She Was Perfect --
The Mary Jane To My Spider-Man,
The Lois Lane To My Clark Kent,
The Princess To My Mario.
Of Course, There's Always
Something In The Way, Some
Thing Called Clark Hayes.
He Was Bigger Than Me And
Better-Looking Than Me -- In
The Traditional, Handsome Sort
Of Way, If You're Into That.
Make Senior Year Different Than
Every Other Year, I'm Gonna
Have To Become A Superhero.
I Need The Amazing, Incredible,
Extraordinary Power To...
Talk To Her.
Your Hair!
My Hair?
Beautiful In That Hair.
What?
No.
That's Really Wrong.
Y-Your Hair Is, Uh...
Oh.
[ Sighs ]
Here We Go Again.
It's Like Every Year, He
Forgets I'm A Cheerleader.
Ew. Gross.
He's Been Trying To Get Into
Diapers.
Can't He See The Uniform That I
Wear Every Day?
It Means "Keep Off."
Unless You're A Jock Or
Iron Man.
He's So Hot.
No! Wait! Carrie!
That's...Not What I Meant.
[ Gasps ]
Oh!
[ Laughter ]
You...
You Are Not Gonna Ruin Senior
Year For Me!
[ Scoffs ]
[ Whimpers ]
Five Minutes In, And I've
Already Managed To Screw Things
Up!
Cupcakes Were My Surefire Way
To Win Over The Teachers.
Operation Brownnose Is A Fail!
Good Cupcakes, Though.
Chocolate -- My Favorite.
W-Where'd You --
Mm.
Did Y-- Did You Just Get
That...?
What?
Come On.
Where's That Nerd Girl With
My Cupcake?
Hello?
All Right, Boys, Come On.
Shake A Leg. Let's Go.
Payton, Come On. Get Dressed.
Wrestling Starts Today.
I Don't Think That's A Good
Idea.
[ Sighs ]
[ Sighs ]
What Now, Payton?
Every Time We Wrestle In Gym
Class, I Get A Bloody Nose.
I Think You're Exaggerating,
Payton.
No. No, I'm Not.
I Keep Track Of It In My
Journal.
[ Chuckling ] Journal?
No One Keeps A Journal.
Let's Go.
Come On. Come On.
In The Office.
In The Office. Let's Go.
Come On! Get Ready!
Son, Son, Son.
Dad...Dad...Dad.
Payton, What Have I Always
Said?
Men Don't...
Cry, Pee Sitting Down, Ask
For Directions, Talk About Your
Feelings, Talk About Your
Weight, Shave Your Pubic Hair,
Drive A Miata, Cuddle After Sex,
Own A Pug, Wear Pink, Think The
Packers Are A Real Team, Listen
To Show Tunes, And...
Wipe More Than Once.
Done.
Men...Don't Talk About
Journals...
AROUND OTHER MEN.
No, You Never Told Me That.
It's Understood!
You Don't Have To Say It!
It's Implied!
Come On.
Get Dressed For Wrestling.
Let's Go.
Dad.
Bloody Nose.
Son, What's The Worst That
Can Happen?
Okay, The Bloody Nose Is A
Given, But Then I Lose So Much
Blood That I Pass Out.
I Miss A Pop Quiz In Math Class
College Are Forever Ruined.
So I Work At A Gas Station, But
They Won't Let Me Run The
Register Because They Know That
I Failed Math Class, So They
Put Me On A Night Shift, And A
Crazed Drug Addict Attempts To
Rob Me This One Night To Feed
His Heroin Addiction, But Since
I Can't Work The Cash Register,
Dead.
[ Grunts ]
See?
You Didn't Pass Out.
Ow.
Ow.
Ow.
[ Laughter ]
Okay, Girls.
From The Top.
Ready?
Together:
Okay!Whoo!
Let's Go!
In The Center Of A
Paramecium, That Is Where All
All Right.
That's Biology For Today.
Where Do You Think You're Going,
Payton?
Do You Need To Talk To Me?
I Was Worried About You,
Payton.
You Seemed...Distracted In Class
Today.
Is It Because Your Dad Has A New
Girlfriend?
[ Scoffs ]
My Dad Has A New Girlfriend?
Mm-Mnh-Mm.
Word Around The Water Cooler Was
That He Had A Date.
I Don't Know What You're
Talking About.
There's No One Special In His
Life?
He Would Tell You If There Was
Something Serious Going On,
Wouldn't He?
Yeah, I Don't Know.
So, There's Nobody New In His
Life?
I Don't Know.
So You Don't Know.
You Don't Know.
What Do You Know?
My Dad Only Has Room For Me,
Gale, And Ditka.
Ditka.
Is That That Ukrainian
Supermodel?
No!
No, It's The Former Head Coach
Of The Bears.
Oh!
[ Laughing ] Ditka.
Right.
[ Chuckles ]
Okay.
Well...
That Will Be All.
Okay.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Chuckling ] Ditka.
Wow. Good Reviews.
Okay, Coach.
You Can Learn A Lot From
Watching Football.
[ Chuckles ]
Amen.
And Parenting, That's A Lot
Like Coaching.
Don't I Know It.
Now, I Know Two Things For
Certain -- Life Is Hard And
It's Not Always Fair, But It
Beats The Hell Out Of The
Alternative.
You've Got To Get Your Son In
The Game, You Got To Get Him
Motivated, And You Got To Get
Him To Finish.
I Can Do That, Coach.
Maybe Your Son's A Dork.
Maybe He's A Little Bit More
Girls.
It's Like You're Looking Into
My Very Soul, Coach.
Be The Best Dork They Can Be.
Now, Go Out There And Give Him
Hell.
And Remember -- Go, Bears!
Go, Bears!
Go, Bears.
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