got a home,
you gotta have a hearth.
OK. Here we go.
Cod! Look at this!
Look what you did to my floor!
That's Jay's floor.
We better get a vacuum
and clean this shit up.
Help!
Yellow Zonkers.
Fiddle Faddle.
Twinkies? Lays?
Look at this. Wheat Thins?
I'm on a diet.
- What's this?
- Malt liquor.
This is supposed to be dinner,
not a football game.
Co yourself next time!
You're the only one with an ID.
- Where's the cream cheese?
- I ran out of money.
Thirteen bucks and no dip?
I don't believe you!
- God, what a gimp.
- No dip?
Fuck you all, OK?
I'm the only who has to go
to the store all the time...
and buy that stuff.
My mom doesn't even
know where I am.
She sounded really worried
on the phone.
Come on, Dee.
I don't even know
what we're doing here.
This is a place of our own.
A family, sort of.
Wait right here.
Maybe I should go home
for a little while.
Dee, forget your mom.
When you go out in the world,
it gets scary sometimes.
Learn to laugh a little.
Yeah. Why don't
we ever have a party?
A party without Jay?
Forget it.
I'm sorry.
I'll be right back.
Hey! This is stoked.
Jeanie?
How about a little something
for those glasses?
- Shit!
- Annie!
Terry?
Carter, here you go.
Creg?
Thanks.
Creg?
Need anything from the kitchen?
Just you, Deirdre.
I think this occasion
calls for a toast.
Creat. Carter has
this tremendous speaking voice.
Shit!
I'll get it. I got it!
I'll get it!
Are you gonna be gross
at our party?
Told you we shouldn't
invite him.
I wanted a real date.
I'm a real date.
You're a nerd.
You piss me off sometimes.
Why don't you just grow up?
Cet taller or something.
Brad, you're tall enough
to eat dinner.
Why don't you dry up?
Co get some coffee.
It's OK.
I'm sorry.
Rejection.
Hey, is this stoked?
Yeah, really stoked.
Why don't you sit over there?
- All right.
- Nice!
Everyone start.
I'll be back.
Is Laurie here?
No, Debbie.
This is a private party.
Laurie told me to meet her here.
I'm gonna get pissed.
I don't know how Laurie
knows about this party.
Well, excuse me!
Can I at least come in
and wait for her?
- No.
- God!
Cood night.
I looked over at the table,
and it was her.
Joni Mitchell, man!
I could not believe it.
She looked terrific.
I put my hand on Corky's hand,
and I go...
"Hey, it's Joni Mitchell!"
And he goes, "Oh, yeah."
Just like it was his mother
or something.
Joni Mitchell. Wow!
I was, like, freaking out.
I couldn't believe it.
Joni Mitchell! Whoa, man!
Anybody hear the new album
by Weather Report?
I smiled at her.
She smiled back at me!
No shit, man!
I thought that was so hip.
Joni Mitchell smiled at me!
OK, Annie, OK.
I mean, no shit!
Just calm down.
My turn.
At least she wasn't
some stuck-up twat.
- Scarlett!
- Jason.
Scarlett, it's Rhett.
Let me in.
Very funny.
On good looks alone,
I deserve more than that.
Why don't you take
your good looks down the hill?
- Jason! Jason!
- Hey, princess!
You still go to Hollywood High?
I go to Pierce College now.
I'm a psych major.
Come on in
and have some champagne.
This is a private party, OK?
You guys know Buddy, don't you?
Hey, Buddy!
You want some champagne?
- Come on in, Buddy.
- Banzai! Hey!
Come on, Jeanie.
Dinner's over.
This isn't even our place.
- Let's ask Madge.
- Stay there.
- I'm with Buddy.
- Oh, Christ!
There's a lot of guys out there.
Come on outside.
I'd like to show you something.
No, thanks. I've seen it.
Now, listen,
if you're going with a guy...
you can use a diaphragm...
because you got an idea
when you're doing it.
But, on your own,
better stick to the pill...
because you never know what
you don't know, you know?
No! They can't stay.
You can't stay. I'm sorry.
It's OK. Don't be sorry.
This is a private party.
I'm just leaving.
You ready to go, darlin'?
Yeah, he's ready to go.
Dang you!
What's going on?
Cet off the line!
You bastard.
Cet off the line!
I'm