a little 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.
Now go get the car
and I'll meet you out front.
Hey, hey, whoa, don't.
That belongs to the slumlord
that owns this place.
It's his pride and joy.
Pretty sick.
How does it feel to stand
under a real Mercedes-Benz?
About the same as standing under a Ford.
Why? Do you get off on it?
Can I ask you a question?
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.
Really, 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 with her.
I just think she's interesting.
Don't go mistaking paradise
for a pair of long legs.
What's that mean?
Don't go roaming where
you don't belong. It's just an opinion.
I express an interest in someone I don't
even know, 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.
Do you know where she lives?
Yeah, in our sector.
But she runs with
the rich and the beautiful...
which is guilt by association.
This is getting stale.
You calling out for food?
No. You can call if you want.
Don't you ever eat at home?
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...
and "B," she'd kill you.
Chicks like her
have one thing on their mind...
and you don't make enough of it
to matter to her.
You can't judge a book
by its cover.
Yeah, but you can tell
how much it's gonna 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.
- Can you turn off your engine, please?
- My pleasure.
Be nice, or I'll make you
check the tires.
So, this is what you do
for a living, huh?
I'm sorry. My hand slipped.
- Would you cut it out.
- Mind your own business.
-You like looking at my girlfriend, huh?
-Shut up, Hardy.
What?
He likes looking at you.
Sorry.
I'd recommend you keep your eyes
and your mind off my property.
Here's ten for gas
and ten for the look.
Oh, Amanda Jones.
Right this way, please.
I'd say excusing yourself
from class...
and leaving the school grounds
with the boy with the hot car...
buys you...
two weeks of morning detention.
Well, we were just talking.
If all you wanted was talk, you could've
gotten that without leaving school.
What are you saying,
Mrs. Albright?
Nothing that hasn't been said before.
Now get inside.
- Get inside. Read my lips. Go.
- It's not fair.
Welcome.
Is this detention?
Actually,
it's your mother's house...
and we're all having a party.
You really shouldn't cut classes,
even if it's just gym class.
It's incredibly nice of you not to
make me sit down there with those guys.
I felt kind of weird
being the only girl.
I suppose it wouldn't matter if you
served out your detention in my office.
Oh, well, I had a better idea.
I was kind of wondering if I wouldn't
have to serve detention at all...
if I promised
I'd never ever do it again.
We'll keep this
just between you and me.
Oh, you're incredibly sweet,
Mr. Sauner.
And I love the way
you wear your hair.
- Really?
- Yeah, it's great.
- All the girls say it.
- No.
Yeah. It's true.
You're the best
driver's ed teacher there is.
Thank you.
Thanks very much.
Sure. Bye-bye, Amanda.
Bye.
Amanda Jones doesn't know you...
doesn't care about you.
You're trying to
jerk