Claire.
Shut up.
Are those real diamonds,
Claire?
Shut up!
I bet they are.
Did you work for the money...
Shut your mouth!
For those earrings?
Or did your daddy
buy those for you?
Shut up!
I bet he bought those
for you.
I bet those were
a Christmas gift, right?
You know what I got
for Christmas this year?
It was a banner fucking year
at the old Bender family.
I got a carton of cigarettes.
The old man grabbed me and said,
"Hey, smoke up, Johnny."
Okay, so go home
and cry to your daddy.
Don't cry here, okay?
My God, are we gonna
be like our parents?
Not me.
Ever.
It's unavoidable.
It just happens.
What happens?
When you grow up,
your heart dies.
- Who cares?
- I care.
Um, I was just thinking,
I mean...
I know it's kind of a weird time,
but I was just wondering, um...
what is going to happen
to us on Monday...
when we're all
together again?
I mean, I consider
you guys my friends.
- I'm not wrong, am I?
- No.
So... So on Monday,
what happens?
Are we still friends,
you mean?
- If we're friends now, that is.
- Yeah.
- Do you want the truth?
- Yeah, I want the truth.
I don't think so.
- With all of us or justJohn?
- With all of you.
That's a real nice
attitude, Claire.
Oh, be honest, Andy.
If Brian came walking up to you
in the hall on Monday,
what would you do?
I mean, picture this.
You're there with all the sports.
You know exactly what you'd do.
You'd say hi to him,
and when he left...
you'd cut him all up
so your friends wouldn't think
you really liked him.
- No way.
- Okay.
- What if I came up to you?
- Same exact thing.
You are a bitch!
Why, 'cause I'm telling the truth?
That makes me a bitch?
No, you know how shitty
that is to do to someone.
And you don't got the balls
to stand up to your friends...
and tell them you're gonna like
who you wanna like.
Okay, what about you,
you hypocrite?
Why don't you take Allison
to one of your heavy metal
vomit parties?
Or take Brian out
to the parking lot
at lunch to get high?
Or what about Andy
for that matter?
What about me?
What would your friends say
if we were walking
down the hall together?
They'd laugh their asses off,
and you'd tell them
you were doing it with me...
so they'd forgive you
for being seen with me.
Don't you ever
talk about my friends!
You don't know any of my friends
you don't look at any of my friends...
and you certainly
wouldn't condescend
to speak to any of my friends...
so you just stick
to the things you know...
shopping, nail polish,
your father's BMW...
and your poor, rich,
drunk mother in the Caribbean.
Shut up!
As far as being concerned about
what's gonna happen when you
and I walk down the hallways...
you can forget it,
'cause it's never gonna happen.
Just bury your head in the sand
and wait for your fuckin' prom!
I hate you!
Yeah? Good!
Okay, then I assume
Allison and I are better people
than you guys, huh?
Us weirdos.
Would you...
Would you do that to me?
I don't have any friends.
- Well, if you did.
- No.
I don't think the kind of friends
I'd have would mind.
Well, I just wanna tell...
each of you
that I wouldn't do that.
I wouldn't and I will not.
'Cause I think
that's real shitty.
Your friends wouldn't mind
because they look up to us.
You're so conceited, Claire.
You're so conceited.
You're so, like, full of yourself.
Why are you like that?
I'm not saying that
to be conceited.
I hate it.
I hate having to go along
with everything my friends say.
Well, then why do you do it?
I don't