Valley Girl Page #4

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Don't be a stranger.

'Bye.

- 'Bye.

- See ya.

See ya.

A Red Zinger tea.

A Bombay Avocado Delight.

And a cup of wheatgrass juice.

Okay. Would you like some bean sprouts?

Steve, we're out of the A, the B-12,

and the D, and the C.

- I think there's some B-12 in the back.

- Okay.

- What?

- There go the water buffaloes.

They are kind of old, dear.

Beg your pardon.

I got these for Woodstock, remember?

Or was it the march on Washington?

That was almost 14 years ago,

and you were right the first time.

- You got the Earth shoes for Washington.

- Right, the Earth shoes.

- Are you sure?

- Positive, dear.

Remember? You were going to do

a lot of walking?

You're right.

I think I'll go get the B-12.

God, this stuff is so gross.

How could people eat that?

Because it isn't greasy,

doesn't mean it's bad for you, dodo.

It's yuck.

You're a yuck.

Oh, my God, I'm going to die!

- What are you doing? Are you all right?

- I'm humiliated to the max.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Randy, this is my dad.

- Steve Richman.

- What's happening? How's it going?

- Fine. How are you doing?

Great.

- That's great.

- He wants a sandwich.

Right, okay.

- What are you doing here?

- I wanted to see you.

- But why here?

- What's wrong with this place?

This place is gross.

All this stuff that tastes like nothing,

but is so good for you.

What about the sprouts?

Did you get in trouble the other night?

- For what?

- Coming home so late.

- No.

- Didn't your parents find out?

Yeah, they were waiting up.

- Don't they care?

- Sure they care...

but I'm supposed to develop

into my own person, you know?

That sounds good.

How about a Coke?

Sorry, my dad said

they supported the war effort...

and it rots the enzymes in your stomach.

- That sounds good to me.

- Right.

- Let's get out of here.

- Don't you have to work?

I've got flexible hours.

See you, Dad.

Bye-bye, sweetie.

Come up with any new gizmos?

We got some new stuff.

You can take a look at it.

Honey, where's Julie?

- She left with Randy.

- Who's Randy?

I think he's that dude

she was out with the other night.

Do you think

we should talk to her about this?

- I don't know.

- Maybe I should talk to her.

So, where's Julie?

We haven't seen much of her

in the last week.

She doesn't have time

for her friends anymore.

I can't believe that.

You guys were such good friends.

- What's with her?

- It's more like who's with her.

I mean, this guy, Randy,

is filling her head with air.

I nominated her for class rep,

and she wasn't even there.

If she'd listen to me, I'd set her straight.

You girls are her friends, you should try.

She dumped me.

Far be it for me to interfere with her life.

You're right, Tommy.

She did dump you and your advice, buddy.

Go on and laugh. I still love that girl.

I know how to make her happy...

This geek that she's with

could scar her for life.

God. For life?

No. Come on, Suzi.

What is it with Loryn?

What's going on? Way to go, spaz!

- I didn't mean to do it, spaz.

- Get lost.

She's always into everything, you know?

Suzi, it's a total bummer

when you're young...

and you don't even know why you're here.

Yeah, I mean...

Okay, this one is so tubular.

Suzi, pass the chips, will you?

Can you, like, grow some more zits?

No, but I thought

maybe I could borrow some of yours, okay?

My thighs just grow, looking at that stuff.

- What can you do?

- You chew them up and spit them out.

How gross!

People do that to stay skinny.

It's very serious.

Cindy Boo lost 90 pounds,

and even, like, scarfed on ice cream.

- Are you serious? No way.

- Yeah, you know, like, splurge and purge?

Or, like, scarf and barf.

- Very immature.

- I'll start my diet tomorrow.

You better watch out.

Randy might like the Hollywood lean look.

Yeah, but blimps don't get to go

with Tommy.

Who?

- Tommy.

- Who?

F*** him.

Girls, we must f*** him.

What is that little brat doing?

- Give me the chips.

- Sorry.

- Not too cool, all right, Peggy?

- I am, too, cool.

Your mom is so bitchin', Suzi.

Put that back, Loryn.

You're too small for that.

I am not too small. I look totally hot in this.

No man could resist my...

- What do you call it?

- Your tits.

Put that stuff back.

- Do you think Randy will like me in this?

- Yeah, if it was made out of black leather.

Tommy's going to look real good

after six grody bus rides into Hollywood.

Like, all those sweaty bods. Barf me out.

You'll really get off

hearing about all the parties.

What do you mean?

Because you'll never be able to go to any,

as long as you got Randy.

Don't you think they have parties

over there?

Where, at the zoo?

You can just kiss class rep good-bye.

Big deal, okay?

Hello?

Who is this? Hi, Skip.

I was hoping you'd call.

My mom said she saw you the other day.

- She did?

- Yeah. She thinks you're all right.

She does?

- Tell him to come over.

- Go for it!

Why don't you come over?

My mom is gone.

Oh, yeah? For how long?

For most of the night.

Maybe all night. She's out on a date.

What do you say?

I can't.

My mom's got a lot of stuff

for me to do around here.

I was just calling to say hi and all.

You know, see what you're up to.

- I'll talk to you later, okay?

- When?

Jeez, I don't know. Later, I guess.

Okay.

Okay. Good-bye.

A date.

- Do you think he likes me?

- He called you, didn't he?

You know the type. He's shy.

I could die. He's so buff.

- I know he likes you.

- Like the way Randy likes you?

For sure, Stacey.

You know, Julie, you can

kiss all the bitchin' Val dudes good-bye.

Like I really care.

I hear there's something really grody

about the air in Hollywood.

And the guys, they only get to be that big.

- Is that true?

- Yeah.

- What's the biggest one you've ever seen?

- Like in the National Geographic, or what?

No, in your hand.

Damn it. God!

Hello?

It's me, Skip.

I'm just returning one of Suzi's books.

Jesus Christ.

What do you think?

Everybody thinks

Tommy is so tubular and all, you know?

So you think I should pick Tommy.

What I mean is, if you were

to get back together with Tommy...

do you think things would be better?

You mean I should pick Randy?

I don't know about that.

What I'm trying to say...

It's really hard for me to say

what I'm trying to say.

Loryn, this isn't helping me.

I don't know what to do about this.

Me, either.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Mom.

What's up?

I got this problem,

and I don't know what to do about it.

Yeah? That's easy.

Take it back and get a more expensive one.

The expensive ones always fit better, honey.

Dad.

That's not it? All right, what is it?

You know, this is really hard.

All right.

Shoot.

I like Randy a lot, you know?

He's different.

What, he was in an accident?

Things don't work the way they should?

- No!

- I saw a movie like that, once.

Did you?

- All right. How is he different?

- I don't know.

He doesn't dress like my friends,

or even talk like them.

I see.

Is that wrong?

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