Wish Upon A Star Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1996
- 90 min
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- My diet.
Excuse me.
I mean, your diet.
You're bloated.
What are you talking about?
I'm a knockout.
The makeup may be a bit heavy.
Not me.
Whatever. Lose the gum.
Today, you're mine.
Good morning, Daddy.
Mom.
You're looking particularly
adorable today.
And, as usual, Alex...
you are looking quite stylish yourself.
Sis, allow me.
How about a little cereal?
That's okay.
I'm on a fruits and veggies fast only.
Actually, we should get going.
I wouldn't want Hayley to be late
for her big test.
Nan, Ben.
- Hi.
- Grow up!
Excuse me.
- What are you doing?
- Driving.
You don't know how to drive.
Give me my keys.
Give me my keys now.
Thank you.
You should know better.
If I still had my badge,
I'd have to write you up.
What are you, drunk?
She was up late, studying,
so she could raise her GPA.
Isn't that right, Alex?
And I was just giving her, Hayley,
my little sis, a driving lesson.
It won't happen again.
Hayley, I wouldn't want anything
to harm your chances...
of representing Hunter
in the science fair in D.C.
- I certainly wouldn't.
- Thank you for being so understanding.
You are a wonderful administrator
and an asset to this school.
At least,
that's what Alex keeps telling me.
You're my hero, Mrs. Mitter Mon...
I won't tolerate
being called that name.
Now get to class.
You'll have approximately two and a half
minutes to answer each question...
after the corresponding slide
has been shown.
And I do suggest that you keep your eyes
on your own paper...
because if you don't, I will pluck them
out and keep them in a jar on my desk.
In the Ptolemaic Universe,
is it the Earth in the middle...
with the stars and stuff
rotating around...
or is it the sun in the middle...
Mr. Frauenfleder?
I'm... I'm not feeling very...
Eleven serving six.
Ow!
- Are you okay, Alex?
- I'm fine.
Muffin.
I'm her mother.
Let's get you home.
I'd feel much better
if we could get some ice cream...
and maybe stop
at Blockbuster on the way.
- Hi.
- What did I do?
Can't I just say hi?
Of course you can. Hi.
Oh, I guess you heard
that Hayley went home sick.
I'm so worried.
- I mean, what if there's brain damage?
- Oh, trust me, she'll be fine.
Why don't you come and eat lunch
with me and my gang?
I mean, Hayley would hate for you
to seem like a loner.
Really? Okay.
Talley... Thanks. Talley, Sabrina,
Kazumi, this is Caitlin Scheinbaum.
- She's eating lunch with us today.
- Why?
Because she's Hayley's very best friend
in the entire world.
- So?
- So...
So be nice to her.
Hayley went home sick.
Hayley and I always wondered what
it would be like to eat with you guys.
She'll be bummed she missed it.
Oh, well, you can both eat with us
tomorrow. We'd be happy to have you.
Right, guys?
Oh, but don't bring
another tuna fish sandwich.
It's one of our rules.
- Sorry.
- Rules?
Duh. They're supposed to be secrets.
Your secrets are safe with me.
You can tell me anything.
Well, we alternate
bringing diet sodas for everyone.
Tomorrow can be your turn.
- Okay.
- Tic Tac, anyone?
Oh, Alex. What happened?
Oh. Volleyball. You know.
- Looks gruesome.
- That no makeup thing.
That's actually very in.
Self, March issue.
Anyway, Alex, tell us what happened
last night. How did you do it?
- Do what?
- Dump Kyle.
Why would I do
a stupid thing like that?
Kyle's perfect.
- Alex, hello.
- You hit the limit.
- What limit?
- The three-month max.
Rule three, designed to maximize
our experience with different men.
As of midnight last night,
the clock was up on Kyle.
We reminded you yesterday.
I thought the plan...
was to ask him over for dinner,
do a little hot tub...
call him a sick puppy
and then send him on his way.
How could I have?
I'm sorry.
- Can I talk to you a minute?
- What could there be left to say?
Just give me a second, please?
All right. Fine.
Geez.
Okay. Kyle, whatever I said last night,
I didn't mean.
I wasn't being myself.
Let's go for a walk this afternoon
like old times.
Listen, Alexia,
I have practice after school.
I'm not interested in going with someone
who calls me a sick puppy.
I can understand why you'd be angry...
but...
how can you resist me?
I'm sorry.
I haven't been myself lately.
Can't we just get together
after practice and talk?
I could give you a ride home.
Well, I guess I could use a ride.
I'll be through at 4:00.
Yes!
Mr. Frauenfleder?
Do you remember me,
Alexia Wheaton, Hayley's sister?
Yes, you're the one
who ignited the counter...
after neglecting to follow my directions
during chemistry section.
I still can't get the funding
to replace it.
Hayley just wanted me to stop by...
and find out
when she can make up for the test.
She can take it orally
when she's better.
Oh, I'm sure she'll be fine tomorrow.
Mr. Frauenfleder...
out of all your students,
is Hayley, perhaps, your favorite?
You, of all people, should be thankful
I don't rank my students, Alexia.
Well, between you and me...
do you think she has a shot at winning
the science fair and going to nationals?
Well, she's not very comfortable
at public speaking...
but I expect she'll get it right.
Hayley's very tenacious.
Thank you.
I'm coming!
Oh, we don't want any.
Oh, no. They're for you, Hayley.
A get-well thing.
I heard about your episode,
and I was worried.
Thanks, bud.
These are delish.
I'd ask you in, but I'm ill.
Maybe I'll see you tomorrow
at school or something.
You don't wanna know who I am?
I don't know you?
It's weird. Sometimes it's hard
for me to keep things straight.
People, places, nouns, in general.
That is weird.
I'm Simon Smalley.
I just moved in next door.
- I've been wanting to meet you.
- Thanks for the cookies.
So are we gonna get in the car?
We could do that.
Whoa!
Geez!
Hey, the curb!
Wait!
Don't you remember where I live?
Whoa!
Maybe I should drive.
Oh, this is great.
- Thanks.
- Sure.
Since when do you listen to this?
Oh, that reminds me. We better
do our thing before Alex gets home.
- What thing?
- You know...
see if she made a new entry
in her diary.
I'm dying to figure out
what happened between her and Kyle.
Oh, and I have to try on
that killer top she wore on Monday.
Kyle, I just want you to know,
that, no matter what happens...
I think you're the nicest, smartest...
most gorgeous guy I've ever met
in my entire life.
I hope this doesn't sound lame...
but I've never seen you look
as beautiful as you do right now, Aly.
And I mean that.
Without all that makeup
and hairspray and stuff...
I can see you.
Kyle, tell me you love me.
Well, I...
Don't you?
Yes. I mean, no.
I mean, I really like you a lot.
I just...
Let's just be together, okay?
All right. Come here.
Hello, dear family.
You look like
you're craving a salad.
Your nails!
So where have you been
all afternoon?
So, how is everyone?
Alex, why don't you
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