hall.
- Right. I've got some bad news.
- What?
It's unconfirmed but I got it
from a reliable source.
I think your father's in school.
- Has Keith decided on a school yet?
- Well, we're zeroing in on a few.
He indicated to me that he was
interested in art schools.
I don't think that's gonna happen.
After art school, what's he qualified for?
I'm looking for a business programme.
He has a head for it.
Well, the indications I've gotten are
that he's more... creatively inclined.
Fine. But we're looking
for a business school.
He can be creative in his spare time.
How's he doing otherwise?
Fine.
Grades holding up OK?
Very well.
Well, thanks for the help.
Call me any time you have a question.
- I will. Thank you. I appreciate it.
- You're welcome.
Keith Nelson.
Could I ask you a question
about number five on...
...page three?
Hi, honey!
Could I go to the nurse?
Trust is the basis of any relationship.
I trust you.
Now I want you to stay close,
but not too close.
You back off when I say, OK?
Do both your parents work? Yeah?
Maybe I'll stop by after school
one day this week.
Hi.
Amanda.
Hi.
Want to go to your place?
- What's wrong?
- Do you mind?
What's wrong?
She's a friend of my sister. Her brother
was in a bad car accident. She's upset.
I know you're coming. Why would I be
trying to make it with another girl?
How can you be so beautiful
and so insecure at the same time?
Trust is the basis of any relationship.
I trust you.
I want to give you this.
I'll get the car
and I'll meet you out front.
Hey! Whoa! Don't. That belongs
to the slumlord that owns this place.
It's his pride and joy.
It's pretty sick.
How does it feel to stand
under a real Mercedes-Benz?
The same as standing under a Ford.
Why? You get off on it?
Can I ask you a question? Do you
know a girl named Amanda Jones?
In school?
- What about her?
- What do you think of her?
- Rat bait. Why?
- Just curious.
- What about?
- Her. Who she is.
Because she's beautiful, right?
Guys are so sickening.
It must be a drag to be a slave
to the male sex drive.
I didn't say anything about sex.
Oh. Want to start a book club with her?
I didn't say I wanted to do anything.
I just think she's interesting.
Don't mistake paradise
for a pair of long legs.
What's that mean?
Don't go roaming
where you don't belong.
I express an interest in someone
and you're getting tense.
This is not tension, this is reason.
The way this girl and her big-money,
cruel-heart society spit on everyone
is not interesting, it's pathetic.
She's not big money.
Know where she lives?
Yeah. In our sector.
But she runs with the rich and
beautiful, which is guilt by association.
So... this is getting stale.
You calling out for food?
No. You can call if you want.
Don't you ever eat at home?
I... I don't like to eat alone.
Amanda Jones?
Forget about it. It's nothing.
It's not important.
You couldn't score her
in a million years.
A: You're too shy and closed up
to even approach her,
B: She'd kill you.
Chicks like her have one thing on their
mind and you don't make enough of it.
You can't judge a book by its cover.
Yeah, but you can tell
how much it'll cost.
That's deep.
You want shallow, call Amanda Jones.
Speak of the she-devil.
Could you fill it up? Super unleaded.
- Check the oil.
- Could you turn off the engine, please?
My pleasure.
Hey. Be nice
or I'll make you check the tyres.
So this is what you do
for a living, huh?
I'm sorry, my hand slipped.
- Cut it out.
- Mind your own business.
- So you like looking at my girlfriend?
- Shut up.
He likes looking at you.
Sorry.
I'd recommend you keep your eyes
and your mind off my property.
Here's ten for the gas
and ten for the look.
Amanda Jones, right this way,
please.
Excusing yourself from class
and leaving school
with the boy with the hot car
buys you two weeks
of morning detention.
We were just talking.
If all you wanted was talk, you could