seven...
Hey, Ronald!
Thought you were gonna
meet me in the library.
Buy your telescoPe yet?
You better soon, or
you're gonna miss the sale.
A thousand dollars
is grand larceny as it is.
- What? Are you worried
about the caPital outlay?
- No, I was just thinking...
about the cool clique?
Why would you be thinking
about them? They're certainly
not conscious of us.
That's my Point. Wouldn't you
like to hang with them?
You have been hanging
on Cindy Mancini's lawn
for what? Five years?
I bet she doesn't
even know your name.
You got a crush on Cindy?
- Huh?
- No.
Well, most living organisms do,
but she's way out of our league.
-She's even out of their league.
- Okay, freeze! Good!
All right.
Looked good, both of you.
- It's fun.
- Oh, good. Look, here comes
the sleaze master himself.
Lovely ladies. Miss Mancini.
-Lookin'good.
- Thank you.
Like I knew you would.
- Why don't you take
a shower, Quint?
- A cold one.
- Yeah, definitely.
- Ten seconds flat
in full Pads, yeah.
- All-state this year, no question.
- No question!
[WhisPers]
Tell 'em about the Party.
Uh, hey, guys.
Back-to-school Party at my Place.
- Cool!
- I'm there.
I'm thrilled.
Check it out, dudes. New recruits.
Being a senior's gonna be
a beautiful thing.
I can taste it now, man. Hold my Pad.
This is suPPosed to be
the biggest year of our lives.
The Prom, Parties, homecoming.
We're suPPosed to have memories.
Memories?
We'll have Plenty of memories.
Yearbook committee, video Parlor,
card games on Saturday nights.
Cards are for retards.
[Laughs]
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it that way.
We do have a lot of great memories.
But be honest.
Wouldn't you like to be PoPular?
And have to be in a clique? No!
What haPPened to us?
We were all friends in elementary.
That's because we were all forced
to be in the same room together.
But, hey, junior high,
high school. Forget it.
Jocks became jocks.
Cheerleaders became cheerleaders.
We became us. I like us.
- [Mimicking]
"I like us."
- I do.
I just think it would
be more fun to Party with
those guys our senior year.
- Go to the games.
- We go to all the games.
We sit in the visiting section,
Kenneth, at our own school.
[Chattering]
[Woman]
I told you and told you.
- Mom!
- Where have you been?
Now there's the answer, buddy.
If you want to be PoPular,
you get one of those...
[Gears Grinding]
and you get one of those.
Yeah, right, my fifteen hundred
wouldn't buy the wheel.
- You can rent 'em, you know.
- Yeah.
##Come on a safari with me
Early in the mornin'
we'll be startin'out ##
##Some honeys will be
makin'the scene ##
##I've loaded up my woody
with the boards on top ##
-##And I put on
my faded blue jeans ##
- Looks, um, clean, Dad.
- ##Come on, baby
Wait and see ##
- Oh, thank you, son.
You know, anytime you want
to borrow this little beauty
for a night on the town,
it's yours.
Thanks.
[Clears Throat]
##Let's go surfin'now ####
You missed a sPot, Dad.
I'll get it.
I'll get it.
[Doorbell Ringing]
Mother!
Whoa!
Beauty runs in this family,
and it runs fast.
Rock? Oh, I see
you've met my little baby.
Baby? I thought
she was your little sister.
Oh, Rock.
Mother.
Mom? Can I borrow
your suede outfit tonight?
Cindy, I said no.
[WhisPers]
Okay.
I'll take care of big sister.
Oh. Isn't he a hunk?
Good word, Mom.
[Car Door Closes,
Engine Starts]
Oh, yes!
-####[Dance Rock]
-[Chattering]
Hi!
[Boy]
Whoa! Come on.
So, uh, I'm glad
you made the squad.
You know, you girls are
so imPortant to the team.
- I mean, your helP is so
crucial between games too.
- Yeah?
- KeePing our sPirits uP.
- Great!
- What can I do to helP?
- Oh.
[Silverware Clatters]
Ronald?
Not at the table, please.
So have you saved up enough money?
Yeah, fifteen hundred dollars!
Yeah, I mowed 331 miles of grass
this summer.
That's $4.54 Per mile.
Hmm, The Ronald Miller Story:
My Life OnA Mower.
- [Chuckie Sighs]
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