this your latest creation?
- This is it.
My God, what did that cost you?
About $15 for the shoes, second-hand,
and I made the rest.
Unbelievable.
I was thinking maybe that
you could do something with this.
- Maybe put some ruffles here...
- Come on, get up!
Really, I mean it.
This means a lot to me.
I am perfectly happy
with what I'm doing.
Perfectly happy with part-time work?
- No. That's why I'm getting up.
- OK. I'll make you some breakfast.
I'm up.
- Hi, Blane.
- Hi, Kate. How you doin'?
- Fine. How are you?
- Good.
Morning! Welcome to another day
of higher education.
- Hi, Duckie. How are you?
- Not bad, considering I'm in this dump.
This is a really volcanic
ensemble you're wearing.
- Volcanic?
- You know, hot, dangerous...
- Are you going to class today?
- I don't know if I'm emotionally ready.
Go for it. It's virtually painless.
- I gotta go. I'll see you at lunch.
- OK.
I'll call the cafeteria and make
a reservation - two by the window.
Sure.
No, you don't like to sit in the sun.
OK, something else.
Listen, may I admire you again today?
Ladies. I may be able
to work out a deal
where either one or the both of you
could be pregnant by the holidays.
Some argue that the New Deal
saved the capitalist system.
There's evidence that
the Roosevelt administration
was trying to avoid
excessive governmental power,
rather than implant socialism.
In his first act as president,
Mr Roosevelt enacted
the Emergency Banking Act,
and he refused
to consider nationalisation.
Where'd you get your clothes?
Five-and-dime store? Attractive!
Is there a problem, ladies?
- No.
- No.
Andie, is there something going on
between you and these ladies?
No, not that I'm aware of.
I'd like to apologise on behalf
of Miss Strombley and Miss Henson.
They will be thinking of you tonight
as they write a summary of the
chapters that we've just covered.
Great!
- Excuse me.
- Yeah?
There's nothing wrong with me. I'm fine.
Can you just forget about the chapter?
- Yes?
- We'll take the chapter.
Fine. Let's go on.
The Emergency Banking Act.
I'll see you guys later.
Andie, you look ravishing.
So we graduate in a month.
When are you and I gonna
get together and do something?
Try never.
- I'm talking about more than sex here.
- No, you're not.
I've liked you for four years
and you treat me like shit.
I don't understand that.
What's your problem?
Can you get off of my car?
I've been out with a lot
of girls at this school.
- What makes you so different?
- I have some taste.
You're a bitch.
You oughta see a doctor. That condition
of yours could get a lot worse.
Applause, applause, applause.
This is beautiful. It's so...
modern.
I mean, is this fab or what?
It's great.
- I'm very, very good at this.
- I know.
It's such a waste that I own
a lowly little retail outfit.
- No, not if you're good at it.
- I'm good in bed. Should I be a whore?
It's great.
- Did you say you went to your prom?
- Yeah, sure.
- Was it terrible?
- It was the worst.
But it's supposed to be.
But you have to go, right?
You don't have to.
I mean, it's not a requirement.
A girlfriend of mine didn't go to hers.
Once in a while she gets a terrible
feeling, like something is missing.
She checks her purse and her keys,
she counts her kids, she goes crazy.
And then she realises that...
nothing is missing.
She decided it was side effects
from skipping the prom.
I don't know. Part of me says
just go and get it over with,
and this other part says it's a stupid
tradition and what's the point?
Well, you know...
You could say that life itself
is a stupid tradition.
Don't analyse it. Just go.
Put that back!
- You missed my eye by an inch!
- Half an inch.
This ain't the public library, lightfingers!
I'll get it!
Trax. What do you want?
Tyrone, you blow.
Yeah, I'm workin'. Leave me alone.
That's thrilling!
I cook for you, I do your laundry,
I sleep with you,
now you want a