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All of a sudden a dark car

pulled up beside me...

and a big man

stepped out.

He was older...

and good looking.

And, um--

And he had a tattoo

on his chest.

And then the next thing

I know, he, um--

Students, I'm telling you

this story--

Now what exactly

did you do, Dawn?

- I shot a spitball.

- Speak up. I can't hear you.

I shot a spitball.

- You shot a what?

- She shot a spitball.

- A teacher was almost blinded.

- I was fighting back.

Whoever told you

to fight back?

Dawn, are you having

social problems?

Yes. She's got no friends.

- I've got friends.

- Who?

Ralphy.

Case closed.

She's a loner.

Dawn, let me put it to you straight.

We're not here to get you.

But you've got to understand,

you're in junior high now.

This goes in the computer

on your record.

Couple of years, this kind of incident

goes on your college transcript.

Any questions?

Were you playing

with my dolls?

How's it going?

How come you got here

so late?

I don't know.

Am I late?

Well, never mind.

Come on in.

-Is that your Computer Science notebook?

-What?

Yeah.

- Are you Mark's sister?

- Yeah.

- You in junior high?

- Yeah.

- Ben Frank?

- Yeah.

You like it?

Yeah, Ben Frank's pretty bad.

- You went there too?

- Oh, yeah.

- I was almost expelled.

- Really?

Why?

- I hated it.

- Oh, God. Me too.

Well, don't worry.

It's only three years.

Steve--

Out.

So did you get started

on the chapter?

It's real important to

focus on it if you want--

"Dear Mark, I thought long and hard...

over what we discussed at camp

and talked about it with my mother.

She agrees with me: Sex is

an important thing to experiment with...

before marriage, but only if there is

a serious commitment on both ends.

This is my third letter

to you, and I'm going to assume...

that you do not want

to continue our relationship...

if I do not hear back

from you within ten days.

Sincerely,

Your (ex-?) girlfriend...

Naomi Hayes-Blatt.

P.S. I'm getting hooked up

to E-mail for my birthday.

I'll let you know my address

as soon as it happens. "

Yeah?

- What are you doing?

- Computer Science.

Is Steve good

at Computer Science?

He's fair. He's definitely

in the bottom quarter of the class...

but he doesn't fail.

- Why do you think that is?

- Simple:

Because he's lazy.

All he thinks about is girls.

Do you think about girls?

Are you kidding?

I want to get into a good school.

My future's, like, important.

Besides, none of the girls at school

are that pretty anyway.

What about Maria Esposito?

Gross.

- Steve went out with her once.

- Yeah, well, Steve is horny.

Really?

- How horny?

- He'd go out with anyone...

as long as it was a girl

and willing.

Willing to do what exactly?

Go all the way.

You mean, have intercourse?

Duh !

Why? Are you in love

with him or something?

But, Mark, when you say

he'd go out with any girl...

as long as they're willing

to go all the way...

does that mean they

have to also be pretty?

You know Tammy Steinfeld,

from car pool?

- Yeah.

- Do you think she's pretty?

Not that pretty really.

Dawn, she's a dog,

and he did it with her.

Has he ever done it with anyone

younger than high school?

- You know Ginger Friedman?

- She used to be in my gym class.

Well, why not

ask her about Steve?

Be back in a second.

Don't move.

um, Ginger?

Can I talk to you for a second?

It's about Steve Rodgers.

We gotta talk.

So what do you know about me and Steve?

First, tell me who told you I knew him.

- My brother.

- Who's your brother?

- Mark Wiener.

- Him? He's king of the nerds.

I know, but he told me you used

to go out with Steve. Is it true?

We fingerfucked.

Once, last spring.

That's it.

It's all over now.

What else?

Well, I was wondering

if I might have a chance...

if he wanted

to go steady with me?

- Not a chance.

- But--

Sorry, Dawn, but that's

just the way it is.

- You don't cut it.

- What if I wore something--

Dawn, look in the mirror.

We fingerfucked.

Once, last spring.

That's it.

It's all over now.

- What are you doing in there?

- None of your business!

- Is Mark around?

- No. My mom took him shopping.

Sh*t.

He'll be back real soon,

I'm pretty sure.

If you want, you can

come inside and wait.

- You have anything to eat?

- Yeah. Follow me.

You like Yodels?

Yeah, sure.

What else you got?

Ring Dings, Pop-Tarts,

Hawaiian Punch.

Whatever you want. We've got

some leftovers too, in the fridge.

- Yeah? Like what?

- We've got some fish sticks.

All right.

- I know how to make Jell-O.

- Whatever.

You know,

I really like your music.

I'm pouring you some Hawaiian Punch.

Is that all right?

- Whatever.

- Here I come.

You're not hungry?

You know,

I play the piano.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah,

that's pretty good.

I could have kept going,

but I sprained my finger yesterday.

Yeah, well, you're still better

than Barry any day, that's for sure.

- You think so?

- Oh, yeah.

He ought to be

taking lessons from you.

Yeah, well, I don't think I have time

to give lessons to Barry...

but you want to see

my fingers?

Yeah, I see 'em.

Sh*t.

I gotta get going.

Please wait.

Can I play it for you one more time?

This time with no mistakes.

Please?

- We're home!

- We're home!

Where were you?

Getting groceries

with my mom and sister.

- Do you know what time it is?

- Yeah.

Do you know what time

you told me to be here?

- What?

- I've been waiting a half an hour.

- What about the problems?

- We'll get to them now.

No, we won't.

I've been here--

Hear me.

You will fall in love with me.

You will make love to me.

You will take me away

from this place.

Love's a confusing thing

In my suburban home

I feel so alone

I walk through sterile rooms

There's voices in my head

Or coming from the phone

I got a blow-up doll

and she looks like you

Little girl

Well, the two of us

have made a special world

Little girl

So welcome to the dollhouse

- I got it all set up for you

- I got it all set up for you

Hey, Steve, I think your singing was

a little flat that time.

Barry, why don't you play

an "A" for Steve.

You got that, Steve?

F*** this sh*t.

- What's got into him?

- He can't take criticism.

- Great. There goes the band. Sh*t.

- Wait!

What do you want?

- You can't just go.

- Why not?

- The band needs you.

- Tough, I quit.

And you can tell your shitface brother

that I'd rather fail Computer Science...

than get any more help

from him!

I can't believe

he just quit.

Well, he did, shitface.

She's just lucky

she's a girl.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Do you think I'll get

into the Hummingbirds next year?

Boys always get in.

Do you think they'll go on a trip

to Disney World next year also?

I don't know! Maybe. It depends.

- On what?

- Hey, dogface.

- Drop dead!

- Let's go.

What's the matter, f*ggot?

ln a hurry to run home to Mommy?

- Shut up.

- Make me, lesbo.

- You think you're so cool.

- You think you're hot sh*t...

but you're just cold diarrhea.

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