plan
worked, didn't it, Ronald?
The dance. That stupid dance!
What a bunch of followers you guys are.
I mean, at least I got...
At least I got paid.
Come on.
Ricky? John?
Get out of my house.
Uh... Yeah. We'll clear
everything up tomorrow.
Everything is cool, really.
Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry.
Excuse me. Good night now. Excuse me.
You ready to go?
- Um... I don't know you.
- You sure knew me earlier.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Happy New Year.
Hey, it could be worse. We could
be alone like that poor guy.
All right.
Ronald Miller...
Ugh! So, anyways...
Damn, bro. He's in Siberia.
I know, man. The mutants over
there won't even go near him.
You know, I knew he was
scamming us all along.
He went from, like, totally
chic to totally geek.
Look at that. He's been banished!
He should have known that our
kind won't mix with their kind...
Our kind? Their kind? That's B. S.
He may be a moral leper now, but he
had the fast lane for four months.
Yeah, that's a good point. $250
a month for those cheerleaders...
- isn't an unwise investment.
- Yeah?
Check this out, guys.
You're gonna love this.
Incoming!
- Direct hit.
- Yow!
Didn't you take economics?
You could've had me for $49.95.
Incoming!
It's the nerd-mobile.
Yeah, right... on automatic pilot.
Like we're not supposed
to know who's spying on us...
in the spaz-mobile.
I could've sworn that a couple of girls I
knew got very comfortable
in that spaz-mobile.
Okay, this is my high score.
Dave, you can beat me!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
You could at least
acknowledge my existence.
You think this is easy for me?
I know I was an asshole
to you and to thousands of others.
But, Kenneth... Kenneth, it's you
I gotta straighten this out with.
Aaah!
- You shit on my house, man!
- I know.
Go...
- Kenneth...
- You shit on my house!
You shit on my house.
I know, Kenneth.
I know.
The quizwill cover every muscle
from the levator scapula...
to the spinalis thoracis.
- T... U... C...
- It will consist of
15 multiple choices and five mini-essays.
-S... O... N.
- Your score will then account...
- T... U... C... S... O... N.
-for 20% of your final grade.
Good luck.
Hi, Cindy.
I'm sorry about having to come in here.
But I have to talk to you.
I realize what a Jerk I became.
All I ever did was think about you,
dream about being part of your life.
And then I got that stupid idea.
And I let it turn me
into something I'm not.
You sure did, sicko pervert!
I remember you from the dance.
- You morally depraved psycho!
- Ow!
Detention... one month!
Becky, will you please
hand me that other one?
Thanks.
- You nuked my brother.
- What?
You took him from geek status
to king status to no status.
Chuckie Miller, right?
He's resorted to sending
his messenger boy?
Boy? I see no boy here!
You think you shut me up?
I didn't? Well, let me try again.
The babe said it was
good for my complexion.
Cynthia?
Cindy?
There's a call for you on my
line. Somebody named Donald.
I don't know anybody named Donald.
- Tell him I'm out of the
country or something. - Okay.
I know she's in the country,
Mrs. Mancini. I saw her today.
Well, my daughter doesn't
know anyone named...
Ronald, is that you?
Why did you say your name was Donald?
Uh... I guess I made a mistake. Bye-bye.
Mom, what'd he say?
First, he's a geek.
And then you start going out with
him. And then he's a geek again.
Honey, I don't know what a geek is.
I guess, at the present
time, a geek is Ronald Miller.
Who says? Hmm?
Oh, my God!
Pow!
Would you stop it?
Stop it! The neighbors, man!
Listen, all right? Hold
on! Just turn it off!
My mother was calling the police, until
I told her you had a chemical imbalance...
and you are seeking psychiatric help!
- I need to talk to you.
- Fine.
Every time I called, you were either
taking a bath, washing your hair.
Or you were out of the country.
That was a good one, by the way.
I tried to get