rule?
-Well they... seem to have an open-door policy
for assholes, though, don't they?
-What did you say, dickhead?
-Ahh... I'll repeat myself.
-God, they won't expel him.
They'll just suspend him for a week or something.
-He used a real gun.
They should throw his ass in jail.
-No way, he used blanks.
All JD really did was ruin two pairs of pants.
Maybe not even that.
Can you bleach out urine stains?
-You seem pretty amused.
-I thought you had given up on high school guys.
-Never say never.
-So what're you going to do, Heather,
take the two shots or send me out?
-Did you have a brain tumour for breakfast?
First you ask if you can be red,
knowing that I'm always red.
-Oh, shit.
-It's your turn Heather.
-Easy shot Heather.
-No way, no day.
-Give it up, girl.
-Holy shit!
-God, that was incredible.
-Wooh!
-So, tonight's the night. Are you two excited?
-I'm giving Veronica her shot,
her first Remington party.
-You blow it tonight girl,
and it's "keggers with kids" all next year.
-Why?
-Why not?
-Heather, your mother's here.
-Come on, whoever wants a ride.
-Hey, take a break Veronica. Sit down.
So, what was the first week of...
spring vacation withdrawal like?
-I d'know. It was okay I guess.
-Hey kid, isn't the prom coming up?
-I guess.
-Any contestants worth mentioning?
-Maybe... there's kind of a dark horse in the running.
-Goddamn will somebody tell me
why I read these spy novels?
-Cos you're an idiot.
-Oh yeah, that's it.
-You two.
-Great pate, but I gotta motor
if I want to be ready for that party tonight.
-Corn nuts!
-BQ or plain?
-BQ!
-Are you gonna pull a super-chug with that?
-No, but if you're nice,
I'll let you buy me a slushie.
I see you know your convenience-speak pretty well.
-Yeah, well... I've been moved around all my life.
Dallas, Baton, Rouge, Vegas... Sherwood, Ohio.
There's always been a Snappy Snack Shack.
Any town, any time... pop a ham-and-cheese
in the microwave and feast on a turbo dog.
Keeps me sane.
-Really? That thing you pulled in the caf today was pretty severe.
-Yeah well, the extreme always seems to make an impression.
Did you say a cherry or coke slushie?
-I didn't... cherry.
-Great bike.
-Yeah, just a humble perk from my Dad's construction company.
You've seen the commercial, right?
"Bringing every State to a higher state".
-Wait a minute. Jason Dean. Your pop's Big Bud Dean Construction?
Must be rough moving place to place.
-Well everybody's life has got static.
Is your life perfect?
-I'm on my way to a party at Remington University.
No, my life's not perfect. I don't really like my friends.
-I... I don't really like your friends either.
-Well, it's just like they're people I work with,
and our job is being popular and shit.
-Maybe it's time to take a vacation.
-Hello, ladies, throw your coats on the floor.
Ah, Veronica, this is Brad.
-Excellent!
-Did you girls bring your partying slippers, huh?
-Let's party.
-She loves to party.
-Dear Diary.
I want to kill, and you have to believe it's for more than
just selfish reasons, more than just a spoke in my menstrual cycle.
You have to believe me.
-Hey it's so great to be able to talk to a girl
and not have to ask "What's your major?".
I hate that.
So, when you go to college,
what subjects do you think you'll study?
-Come on, David. Shouldn't we get back to the party?
-We will. It's just you're so hot tonight.
I can't control myself.
Oh Christ, I can't explain it, but I'm allowed an understanding
that my parents and these Remington University assholes
have chosen to ignore.
I understand that I must stop Heather.
-How's my little cheerleader, huh?
Oh, I know everyone at your high school isn't so uptight.
Come on...
-Come on, now look, I don't feel so good, okay?
-Hey, *let's do on the coats'll* be excellent, huh?
-You know, I have a little prepared speech I tell  my suitor
when he wants more than I'd like to give him.
Gee, Blank, I had a really