Hi.
- Here you go.
- Thanks.
- You met lona, didn't you?
- Not formally. Hi. Blane.
And that's Duckie Dale over there
behind the glasses.
- Hi, Duckie.
- Philip F. Dale to you, scum wad.
So, where you guys been?
Oh, a friend of mine was having a party.
Oh, how adorable.
Yeah, it was a little intense.
Oh, wait, wait.
You had an intense party?
No, it was a friend of mine's, I said.
Duckie, shut up.
What's the problem?
This is a classic,
classic piece of work here.
- Duckie, please.
- Phil.
Hey, Phil, I think you're making
Andie uncomfortable.
Why don't you just knock it off?
What's the problem?
I devoted my life to the girl,
and this guy,
he comes in one day
and thinks he knows her.
That's funny. You should give
David Letterman a ring sometime.
I'm sure he'd book you in a minute.
Phil, would you like us to leave?
Yes, very perceptive.
Come on.
And look at the manners on this guy.
This was a treat.
Really, thanks a million.
You're a great couple of kids, really.
You know, I can't believe
I actually felt bad for you tonight,
retarded little dwarf!
See you.
Nice meeting you.
See you later.
- Sorry.
- No problem.
- No problem.
- You're an asshole.
Hey, blow me, butt wad. Coming
from you I take that as a compliment.
Andie! Yo!
You've been replaced.
Gee, I'm sorry.
Well, what now?
I gotta get up early.
Why don't we just forget it?
What, home?
- Hey, you wanna go to my house?
- No, thanks.
You wanna eat?
- No.
- What do you wanna do?
Anything.
Why don't you just drop me off at Trax?
- You know, I can...
- Trax?
It's real close to where I live.
Well, it's late. I'll just drop you home.
You wanna go home, I'll drop you home.
No, but I have something
I have to do there.
Now? Come on, it's late.
You wanna go home, I'll drop you home.
It's fine.
- I don't want you to take me home.
- Okay, let's go out.
- No, I don't want...
- We'll go out anywhere you want,
- anything you wanna do.
- I don't wanna go out.
You don't wanna go out.
You don't wanna go home.
- What do you want to do, Andie?
- I don't want you to take me home.
Wait, I'm missing something.
I'm not a jerk here.
I don't understand what you're saying.
Wait a minute!
- Just go.
- Don't walk away. I'm talking to you.
- Don't. Just... Please!
- Why?
- Don't you understand me?
- No, I don't
- at all, obviously.
- Will you listen to me?
- I don't want you to take me home.
- Okay. Why? What is the problem?
Because I don't want you to see
where I live, okay?
- What?
- I'm sorry, forget it.
It's okay.
Jesus Christ.
I'm really sorry for bumming out
the night for you.
You didn't bum out anything.
I had a great time.
- You liar.
- I was with you. I had a great time.
If I was in a Turkish prison,
I'd have a great time with you.
I don't know.
It's just too weird for me, you know.
- Maybe this shouldn't happen.
- What, you and me?
Well, you know,
maybe it doesn't happen all the time,
but it doesn't mean it isn't right. Right?
Doesn't mean you can't try.
Feel any better
if I asked you to the prom?
I mean, I know the prom's kind of lame,
so if you don't wanna go,
it's really no big deal.
Hey. What?
It happened! He asked me.
- And?
- I accepted!
Well, congratulations.
No more moping around the house
waiting for the telephone to ring.
So you in love?
- Yeah, I think I am.
- Well, who is this guy?
His name is Blane and he's a senior.
He's so beautiful.
He's a richie.
- A whatie?
- A richie.
It's kind of stupid.
It's just his family has a lot of money.
Oh, well, is that a problem?
I don't know. It's just weird, you know.
His friends have a lot of money,
and he has a lot of money.
He drives a BMW.
Just, I don't know. I'm not really sure
if they're gonna accept me.
Well, what does that mean?
I mean, you like him. He likes you.
What his friends think
shouldn't make any difference.
Yeah, but it's not just his friends.
It's my friends, too. It's everybody!