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!
(Gunshot)
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?
(Beeping)
Cool guys like you out of my life.
(Beeping)
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?
(Beeping)
(Explosion)
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 sera, sera
# Whatever will be
# Will be
# Will be
# The future's not ours to see
# Well, well, well, well, ohh
# Que sera, que sera
# Que sera
# 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 sera, sera
# Yeah
# Whatever will be
# Will be
# Will be
# Mmm, ooooh
# Que sera, sera
# Whatever will be
# Whatever
# Will be
# Will be
# Will be
# Ohh oh
# The future's not ours to see
# Mm-mm-mm-mm-hm
# Que sera
# Que sera
# Will be
# Que sera
# 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 going. Jesus Christ.
Hello, Heather.
Veronica. Finally.
I got a note of Kurt Kelly's.
I need you to forge a hot and horny
but realistic note in Kurt's handwriting.
We'll slip it onto
Martha Dumptruck's lunch tray.
I don't have anything
against Martha Dunnstock.
You don't have anything for her.
Come on. It'll be very.
The note will give her shower nozzle
masturbation material for weeks.
I'll think about it.
Don't think.