nice thing to say.
I'm sorry.
ButJake Ryan?
He's a senior, and he's
taken. I mean, really taken.
I know. It was
supposed to be my ideal.
He's ideal, for sure,
but forget it.
God, I hope whoever got the note
doesn't know it was me who wrote it.
I'd shit twice and die.
Do you know
Samantha Baker?
Sophomore, right?
Yeah. What do
you think of her?
I don't.
Would you ever
go out with her?
Depends on how much
you paid me.
She's not ugly.
There's nothin'
there, man.
It's not ugly.
It's just... void.
You know what I mean?
There's somethin' about her.
I do independent study with her.
I catch her lookin' at me a lot.
It's kinda cool, the way
she's always lookin' at me.
Maybe she's retarded.
I'm bein' serious, okay?
She looks at me like
she's in love with me.
Jake,
she's a child.
So? So what're you gonna do with her?
She's obviously too
young to party serious.
Maybe I'm interested
in more than a party.
Come on, Jake. You talk
like you're hard up.
You got Caroline.
Now she's a woman.
It's unbelievable.
I swear to God, Caroline Mulford
had to flunk about nine grades.
Truly makes me ill.
She's perfect.
Practically impossible to cut
up. She's supposedly real sweet.
Brother's deaf, and everybody
in the world worships her.
And she's going with Jake.
Oh, I'm gonna kill myself.
My man.
Dd
I loathe the bus.
There has to be a more
dignified mode of transportation.
I hope you get a car for
your birthday, and a license.
Let's not hold our breath.
Score... a direct hit.
On second thought.
Dd
Dd
DHey dd
Move it.!
Call me, okay? You call me first.
Tell me what happened at home.
I can tell you
right now. Nothing.
Will you quit feeling sorry for
yourself? It's bad for your complexion!
Dd
How's it goin'?
How's what going?
You know, things,
life, whatnot.
Life is not whatnot,
and it's none of your business.
Hmm. So you goin' to the new
faces dance tonight, or...
That's also none
of your business.
Are you inhibited
about dancing in public?
I mean,
you don't have to dance.
Maybe you could just stand there with
me and my dudes and just be you, and... -
Sounds major.
So, I mean, what's the story?
I mean, you got a guy, or...
Yes, three big ones,
and they lust wimp blood.
So quit bugging me, or I'll sic
them all over your weenie ass.
You know, I'm getting input here that
I'm reading as relatively hostile.
I mean, it's just...
Go to hell.
Very hostile.
Come on, what's the problem
here? I'm a boy, you're a girl.
Is there anything wrong with me tryin' to put
together some kind of relationship between us?
Look, I know you have to go.
Just answer one question.
Yes, you're
a total fag.
That's not the question.
Am I turning you on?
It's encouraging.
Very encouraging.
Yeah, uh-huh.
You know, a girl with a hat
is just so... Whew.
So vogue.
Uh, y-yeah.
Dd
Where are my blue socks,
Dorothy?
You mean you didn't pack them?
Oh, not again, Howard.
Can't I trust you
to do anything?
Do you expect me to do
all the packing?
Well, at least
I brought this for you. It...
Sam.!
Samantha.
Look.
Oh, look.
- Hi!
- Hi!
Oh, God.
Oh, sweetheart!
My goodness, are you
a sight for sore eyes.
Oh, good!
Just look. How are you,
my little lamb chop? Hello!
I'm fine, Grandpa.
- How are you guys?
- Oh, pretty good. Of course, I get lower back pain.
Oh, my corns are killing me. My arthritis
in my fingers bothers me quite a bit...
So are you, uh...
You're sleeping up here?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Your grandfather Fred jumped our claim
on Sara's room. So here we are up here.
Well, I haven't seen you in a while.
Do I look any older today?
Oh, no, no. I wouldn't
say so. Do you think so?
No. Oh, I hope
it isn't cold tomorrow.
You know Ginny.
It's not gonna be cold. She'll refuse
to wear a coat over