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thermals upstairs.
Ok, let's start by putting the bomb down
on the ground.
I knew that.
I knew that.
OK, put your hands on your head.
You didn't say "Simon says".
Let's go!
Let's go, Rottweilers, let's go!
Let's go, Rottweilers, let's go!
W- E-S!
- T-E-R!
- T-E-R!
- B-U-R!
- B-U-R!
- G!
- G!
- What does it spell?
- Westerburg!
- Again!
- Westerburg!
Westerburg!
Lean to the left, lean to the right!
Stand up, sit down, fight, fight, fight!
Stop!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
You think because
you started this you can end it?
I'll kill, I'll fucking kill you, I swear to God.
How do I turn off the bomb, asshole?
Fuck you!
Shit!
It's all over, JD. Help me stop it.
You want to clean the slate as much as I do.
All right, so maybe I am
killing everyone in the school...
because nobody loves me.
Let's face it, all right?
The only place different social types
can genuinely get along
with each other is in heaven.
Which button do I press to turn it off?
Try the red one, all right?
People are going to look at
the ashes of Westerburg and say,
"Now, there is a school that self-destructed,
"not because society didn't care
but because the school was society!"
It's pretty deep, huh?
Which red button?
Press the middle one to turn it off...
if that's what you really want.
You know what I want, babe?
What?
Cool guys like you out of my life.
Colour me impressed.
You, uh, you really fucked me up
pretty bad, Veronica.
You, um...
you got power.
Power I didn't think you had.
The slate is clean.
Pretend I did blow up the school...
all the schools.
Now that you're dead,
what are you going to do with your life?
Veronica... you look like hell.
Yeah? I just got back.
Veronica, what are you doing?
Heather, my love,
there's a new sheriff in town.
Hey, Martha!
My date for the prom
kind of flaked out on me.
If you aren't doing anything that night,
maybe we can rent some new releases,
pop some popcorn.
I'd like that.
Yeah. So would I.
# When I was just a little girl
# I asked my mother, what will I be?
# Will I be pretty?
# Will I be rich?
# Here's what she said to me
# Que ser, ser
# Whatever will be
# Will be
# Will be
# The future's not ours to see
# Well, well, well, well, ohh
# Que ser, que ser
# Que ser
# When I grew up and fell in love
# I asked my lover, what will I be?
# Will I be rich day after day?
# Here's how my lover said
# Que ser, ser
# Yeah
# Whatever will be
# Will be
# Will be
# Que ser, ser
# Whatever will be
# Whatever
# Will be
# Will be
# Will be
# The future's not ours to see
# Que ser
# Que ser
# Will be
# Que ser
# Y'all get down ## When I was just a little girl
# I asked my mother, what will I be?
# Will I be pretty?
# Will I be rich?
# Here's what she said to me
# Que sera, sera
# Whatever will be, will be
# The future's not ours to see
# Que sera, sera
# What will be, will be
# When I was just a child in school
# I asked my teacher, what should I try?
# Should I paint pictures?
# Should I sing songs?
# This was her wise reply
# Que sera, sera
# Whatever will be, will be
# The future's not ours to see
# Que sera, sera
# What will be, will be... #
Damn.
It's your turn, Heather.
No, Heather. It's Heather's turn.
Heather.
Sorry, Heather.
# Que sera, sera
# Whatever will be, will be
# The future's not ours to see
# Que sera, sera
# What will be, will be
# Que sera, sera #
Dear diary...
'Heather told me
she teaches people real life.
'She said real life sucks losers dry.
'If you want to fuck with the eagles,
you have to learn to fly.
'I said, "So, you teach people
to spread their wings and fly?"
'She said, "Yes."
'I said, "You're beautiful..."'
God, come on, Veronica.
What is your damage, Heather?
Don't blame me, blame Heather.
She told me to haul your ass
into the caff pronto.
Back me up, Heather.
She really wants to talk to you, Veronica.
OK, I'm

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