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- Ooh ! Listen to this f*ggot.

- Shut up.

- Shut up, you a**holes.

- Yeah, shut up.

Man, if I were you, f*ggot,

I'd be shitting in my pants.

'Cause when you go to junior high, man,

I'm gonna smash...

that little fairy face of yours

into a mushy pulp.

At least he won't

stay back a year.

Retard.

- Hey, Wiener.

- What do you want?

You better get ready 'cause

at 3:
00 today, I'm going to rape you.

Forget that ugly b*tch.

Bug off.

You want to come over

to my house tonight?

Just get the f***

away from me, okay?

Oh, come on.

Get the f*** off.

Nice try, b*tch.

- No, I was trying to meet you.

- Don't bullshit me, you ugly f***!

- I'm sorry.

- Sorry for sh*t!

- So you still think I'm a retard?

- No, you're not a retard.

Please stop.

You're hurting me.

Now strip.

Strip.

B*tch.

Now, listen.

When your sister gets here, let me do...

the talking,

but back me up whatever l--

Oh, Dawn! Come join us.

We need your help.

- We're having a party.

- What for?

Mom and Dad's 20th,

dinghead.

I was talking with your dad,

and we thought...

it would be a great idea

if this year...

we celebrated our anniversary

in the backyard.

We could set up tables,

and there'd be dancing.

Mark's band is gonna be the music.

Your brother...

has even promised

to write a song special for us.

It's our 20th, you know.

What do you think,

if we all pitch in together?

Mom wants you to tear down

your clubhouse.

But that's

the Special People Club!

Oh, honey, I know.

But we really

need the space.

And, besides, it's not

really very pretty, is it?

And you're getting

a little old for clubhouses.

Whom may I say is calling,

please?

Certainly. Hold on a moment.

Dawn.

It's for you.

Hey, ugly.

- Why'd you hurry off like that?

- I-l was in a rush.

- F*** you were. Tomorrow.

- Really, l--

Same time, same place.

You get raped.

Be there.

So, who is this Brandon?

Just this kid from school.

Is he a nice boy?

Yeah, he's okay.

- You alone?

- Yeah.

- What time do you have to be home by?

- 4:
30.

Wait. I have something

I want you to do for me first.

Come on. This way.

And don't try anything stupid.

Do you want me to lie down?

- You want a smoke first?

- No, thanks.

- Afraid?

- No, I just don't feel like it.

But I think marijuana

should be legalized.

Why do you always

have to be such a c*nt?

I'm sorry.

Brandon,

I don't mean to be a c*nt.

You know I've got a brother?

No, I never knew that.

What grade's he in?

He's not in any grade.

He's retarded.

I'm sorry.

There's nothing

to be sorry about. He's a tough kid.

He could beat you up

if he wanted.

I'm sorry.

I mean-- Yeah.

Brandon, are you still

going to rape me?

What time is it?

I don't know, but I guess

I don't have to be home yet.

- Nah, there's not enough time.

- Thanks, Brandon.

Yeah, but just remember:

This didn't happen.

I mean no one,

f***in' no one--

I won't tell anybody,

not a soul.

'Cause if you do, I really will

rape you next time.

I have to tell you,

I'm very upset with you three.

But, Mommy,

I didn't do anything wrong.

I know.

Just Mark and Dawn.

But, Mom, I already

spoke to Steve.

- And did you apologize?

- Yes.

I just had to promise to give him $200

for playing at your party.

- Two hundred dollars?

- For chrissake, Harv, it's our 20th!

He's coming by later

to go over some stuff with me.

There's a big Computer Science test

tomorrow.

What about you, Dawn? Are you going

to tear down that mess in the backyard?

Dawn, I am talking to you.

Dawn, listen to your mom

and forget about it.

The clubhouse stands,

and that's final.

Fine.

Have it your way.

Be smart.

Make things easy on yourself.

- Now, this I like.

- Where did you get it?

- The supermarket.

- I picked it out.

Mom, since Dawn isn't eating hers,

can me and Mark split it?

Yeah, can we?

Please?

Go ahead.

I'm gonna need your help

this weekend.

- What do we have to do?

- Tear down that mess in the backyard.

- What do you think?

- I think--

They're all so beautiful.

They're from this summer.

Who took them?

uh, Valerie Mondello.

She's photo editor of the yearbook.

Was she your girlfriend?

For a few days.

It was worth it, though,

don't you think?

Yes.

I'm thinking of using this one

for my first album cover.

You're going to be

on a record?

It'll happen.

It's gotta happen.

It's just

a question of time.

You think

before graduation?

F*** graduation.

- What about college?

- F*** college.

I'm just doing this Computer Science

sh*t with Mark for my parents.

As soon as I make enough money,

I'm moving into the city.

That's where

it's all happening.

I found the disk.

Out.

What do you mean, "no"?

I said out.

Steve and I are talking.

Come on, I said out.

Come on !

- Mom!

- Leave her alone.

This is my room.

- So what? You're being a total fascist.

- What is it?

Did you solve

any of the problems?

Good morning, students.

All Hummingbird chorus members...

going on the concert tour

to Disney World this year...

must hand in signed permission slips

by this Friday, the latest.

On a more worrisome note,

drugs were found...

extinguished yesterday

in the boys' lavatory.

Now, I want to remind you all that any

student caught using or selling drugs...

will be immediately expelled from school

and dealt with by the police.

There will be no exceptions.

Drugs are illegal.

Just say no.

Thank you

for your attention.

- Mrs. Iannone?

- Yes, Cookie?

- I have an announcement.

- Go ahead.

For everyone coming to my birthday

party, remember to bring a bathing suit.

That's all.

- Hey, Cookie.

- What do you want?

How come I wasn't invited?

Jed and Lance were.

Oh, well, I really

would have, Brandon...

but we needed an even number

of girls and boys...

and if you were invited...

there would be too many boys.

Well, I got something for you.

- What is it?

- Open it up.

I didn't eat my dessert

at lunch today.

I saved it for you.

Now can I come to

your birthday party this weekend?

But Brandon,

this didn't even cost anything.

- What are you looking at?

- N-Nothing.

Sorry about your locker.

It's okay. I mean, it's not really

mine anyway. It's the school's.

Anyway, I hate those

stupid kinds of parties.

They always treat you

like little kids.

- She probably had a f***ing magician.

- Yeah.

I hate parties too.

My parents are tearing

this down tomorrow.

F***. What for?

- Their anniversary.

- A**holes.

- Where'd you get that cassette player?

- Ralphy gave it to me.

- Why do you hang out with that f*ggot?

- Ralphy?

- Yeah.

- Just because he's a f*ggot...

doesn't mean he's an a**hole.

Yeah, maybe.

I can't be your girlfriend.

Huh?

I want to,

but I'm in love with someone else.

- Who?

- You wouldn't know him.

- What's his name?

- It's no one you know.

- What's his name?

- He's older.

- What's his f***ing name?

- Steve Rodgers. He's in high school.

Brandon, wait!

Where are you going?

We still have some Yodels left!

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