Can't Hardly Wait Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Oh, my God. Matt. Vicki just told me about this huge party tonight.

- No way. Where? - Dude, there's a huge party tonight.

- Cool. We crashin'? - No, man. We're just goin'.

- I heard about this party tonight. - Did you hear about that party, man?

Oh, my God. Did you hear? Mike totally dumped Amanda.

I just heard Mike Dexter and Amanda Beckett broke up.

Just broke up with Amanda. Like, seconds ago.

What? That was totally my idea.

Tell me we'll never break up.

You're there. I'm there.

- Everybody's there. - We're there !

I've had a library book out since the third grade.

I got caught. I'm going to community college.

My gown smells like blue cheese.

- So whose party is it? - The girl from our French class.

- Whose party is it? - That girl in our gym class.

- Oh, the one with the thighs? - No, the one with the weird--

- You joined the army? - Yeah. Serve my country, man.

- You know, they shave your head! - What?

- I just feel so sorry for Amanda. - You are so full of crap.

Hey, dude, did you hear? I'm naked under my gown.

Yeah, I heard that.

How about that party? It's gonna be huge!

Heard that too.

Oh, then I guess you heard about Mike dumpin' Amanda.

- Wait. What did you say? - Where have you been, man?

Mike Dexter broke up with Amanda Beckett.

This is so perfect.

Amanda Beckett is single and on the night of this party--

a party I'll be attending, a party she'll be attending.

It's all falling into place. It's like it's fate.

What? I thought we weren't even going to this party.

Don't you wanna keep your tassel? For $5.00, you can keep your tassel.

Yeah, then I can press it in between my yearbook with my prom corsage.


Nothing. I mean, nice to tell me that you changed your plans.

You're only leaving tomorrow, but, you know, whatever.

Denise, Amanda and I have to finish what we started four years ago.

Do you know what your problem is? It's like you're afraid to move forward.

I mean, Preston, we are so outta here.

Now why do you wanna go to this party tonight and look back?

Don't look back. You should never look back.

Dudes, I actually graduated!

- Unless you're that guy. - I'm all right.

Look, all I'm saying is...

Amanda and I are connected.

We have been, ever since the first day that she came to school.

Oh, God. Here we go.

It was October, freshman year.

First fime in history thaf I'd ever missed the bus.

If I had arrived on time, I never would have seen her.

But as it was, I was the first person at Huntingfon Hills High...

to set eyes on Amanda Becketf.

It was her first day at school.

Then I'm sitting in class, enjoying a late breakfast...

when suddenly, out of all the classrooms in the entire school...

she walks into mine.

And where does the teacher sit her?

Right nexf to me.

Now up until now, one could write this off to coincidence...

but then...

she reached into her bag...

and pulled out a strawberry Pop Tart...

the very same breakfast pastry that I was consuming at that moment.

What was I to do? How was I to proceed?

Who would like to volunteer to give Amanda a tour of the school?

- I will. - Mike Dexter.

That's where I lost her.

I had a clear shot, and I hesitated.

But fate's finally giving me a second chance.

Well, have fun tonight...

and be sure to tell everyone how much I'll miss them.

You're not gonna go? I can't believe you're not gonna go.

Why would I go?

What else are you gonna do tonight?

I can't believe I'm going to this party.

I can't believe he broke up with her.

I can't believe you broke up with her, man.

Well, it's like I always say--

- But Amanda is so hot, man. - So hot, man.

Yeah, I guess, for a high school girl.

Guys, we're gonna be in college soon. You know who's gonna be in college?

Girls that used to be in high school.

Women. College women.

Women with no curfew, women on the pill, and women--

Women, brol We're starin' into the future, here!

And the future is women.

Huh, women.

Maybe we should break up with our girlfriends too.

That would be sweet. We'd have the whole summer to hang out together.

Party and get with every chick in sight, man...

without our lame-ass girlfriends hanging around us.

- Yeah, man. They suck! - That's what I'm sayin'.

- They suck! - That's what I'm sayin'!

You're right, Dex, man.

- Beth, kiss my ass! - Yes, baby! Yesl

This is brilliant, man. Such a good idea.

- Mike Dexter's a god. - Mike Dexter's a role model !

Mike Dexter is an asshole.

For the past decade, he has made a hobby of my pain.

Witness exhibit "A": My eighth grade science project--

a working rain forest...

that Mike threw out a third floor window.

It rains here no more.

Witness exhibit "B": An eye patch I wore for a month...

after Mike beaned me with a raisin in home ec.

My parents took me to a 3-D film festival.

I saw no third dimension.

And of course, how can I forget the pudding incident?

I know no one else has.

Well, gentlemen, tonight Mike Dexter will know humiliation.

Tonight, Mike Dexter will know ridicule.

Tonight is the night we fight back.

Tonight is our independence night.

Hello? Get this off your head.

You're actin' like-- Look, maybe we should go over the plan again.

All right. We will set up...

behind the pool house, right there.

This is me, you are Grand Moff Tarkin...

and you are Boba Fett.

-Wait. How come he gets to be Boba Fett? -Really, it doesn't matter.

All right, fine. You're Boba Fett, you're Grand Moff Tarkin.

- I don't wanna be Grand Moff Tarkin. - All right. You know what? Fine.

You're both Kiss dolls. You set up here.

Now, I will lead Mike and one of his random jock friends...

behind the pool house to here...

and here...

where you two will be waiting.

You jump down on them, rendering them unconscious...

with the chloroform that we mixed in chem lab.

Then we strip off said jocks' clothes...

and take Polaroids of them in a lurid, naked embrace.

Geez, do you think there'll be any girls there?

Are you kidding me? People may even be having sex tonight.

Yo, I gotta have sex tonight.

I mean, peep this. They say in here...

92% of honeys at UCLA are sexually active.

92% of women in Los Angeles at UCLA walking around goin'...

"Class or sex? What shall I do?"

92%, yo! You know what that means, don't you?

That means I gots a 92`%` chance of embarrassing myself.

I roll up on that shortie, like, "What's up, yo?"

She be like, "You don't know 20 ways to make me call you Big Papa."

- 'Cause I don't, yo. - Rest in peace.

What's up, man?

- Who be the lucky honey? - Yo, I ain't decided yet, right.

But I figure all the bitches in the class gonna be at this party.

You know, I gots to give 'em all an equal opportunity to Special K.

It took me all day, but I narrowed it down...

to a list of ten very lucky finalists.

- You know what I'm sayin'? - Well, what's up, man?

- You wanna see? Check this out. - Yeah.


The love kit.

Oh, damn, man. Our boy's a fag, yo.

- Who's a fag? - Yo, both of y'all.

That is a fragrance of love-scented candle, bitch. Damn.

Yo, you actually think you're gonna hit this party...

packin' a pleasure chest and some girl's just gonna give it up?

Watch me, G.


I have the letter.

You're not gonna give her the letter.

Why wouldn't I give her the letter?

Preston, because you haven't had the chance to revise it...

for the four billionth time.

All great writers revise. What--

Dear Amanda...

Now that you're finally single...

I can finally give you this sappy love letter...

that I never had the guts to give you during all four years of high school.

- Listen to this. - What?

This is Barry Manilow.

Yeah, I know.

Why do we have a radio station on that plays Barry Manilow?

- Just listen to the words, Denise. - Oh, Mandy

Amanda. Mandy. Aman--

Mandy's short for Amanda.

That's it. That's my sign.

I hate to interrupt this alternate universe you've wandered into here...

but, like, I hear that song's about his dog.

It's not about a dog. It's about a woman named Amanda.

Who the hell names their dog Amanda?

My cousin named her dog Samantha.

Look, shut up about the dog, okay?

- You came and you gave without faking - That's my sign.

That is totally my sign. Consider me ready.

Hi! Oh, my God, you guys. Come on in.

Oh, don't let the dog out. Oh, Susan, you look so cute. Oh, hi, Ray.

Oh, and the drinks are in the back, okay? Oh, Preston.

I'm so glad you came, and you brought a friend.

Hi. No, it's okay.

Just come on in. Just, you know, drink, be happy.

Preston Meyers. Not one step further until you sign my yearbook.

I'm gonna be the first Huntington Hills student...

to get all 522 seniors to sign.

- My, how ambitious of you. - Don't think you're not signing either.

I saved a special space for you to sign in the back.

Why didn't you get your senior portrait taken?

Specifically to avoid moments like this one, actually.

Thanks. You too. Go, Huntington !

I almost fell out of my dress!

Let's go, boys. Time is honey.

Ah, yeah !

Cool, a key party, bro.

You look so pretty. Oh, Christie.

Jessica, thank you for coming. Kenny.

- What's up? - Come on in.

Hi. Wait. You guys, no one can go in the fancy room, okay?

I mean, seriously, my parents are coming home on Sunday.

- Kenny Fisher, sign my yearbook. - No, thanks. No time.

Come on. Where's your school spirit? Go, Hot Dogs!

- Bitch, get a life! - Ah, yeah !

We got a mad town up in this mother.

Yo, shorties gonna be linin' up to get with me.

Yo, check it. Time to get busy.

Hey, yo, you think he's gonna hizzit the skizzins?

Yo, man, that boy ain't got no skills, man.

Watch out, guys. Coming through here.

Hey, yo, white boy. You better check yourself, man.

This is our first show ever. Don't screw it up.

Yeah, look, dude. I heard Carol Brawner invited her cousin tonight.

And the word is, his brother's roommate...

knows a guy who knows a scout in L.A.

- Shut up. - Yeah.

Thank God we got these T-shirts printed, huh? Yeah. Check 'em out.

Okay, we're gonna rendezvous here at 0030 hours, all right?

Wait, William. There's gonna be drinking in there.

- Yeah? So? - So what are you gonna do?

They're gonna kick you out if you don't drink.

Well, I will be drinking.

- But, William, you could get drunk. - You could get addicted.

No. It's okay. Look.

I downloaded this little baby off the net.

I will know exactly how many spirits I may imbibe...

without affecting my judgment or my behavior.

Wow. You've got every angle covered.

You know, William, from this light...

you somewhat resemble David Duchovny.

William, trust no one.

I am a sex machine!

Steve, make him say somethin' else.

Would you like to touch my penis?

Huntington Hills High, kiss my assl

Mike Dexter, you have to sign my yearbook.

Which team has the winning play Hunfington, Hunfington, hey, hey--

There they are.

Come on.

I missed you so much !

I haven't seen my boyfriend in six hours.

How you doin', girls?

Dudes, remember the game plan.

What game plan?

Right. Exactly. Uh--

Look, Beth, we need to talk.

In fact, we all need to talk.

- Right, guys? - Oh, my God. I can't believe she came.


You guys.

There she is.

I think you made a real connection there.

Oh, hey, guys.

- Hi. - How are you?

Are you okay?

- Now look what you've done. - Maybe we should go talk to her.

Totally. She looks destroyed.


All right.

Looks like someone's auditioning for "Soul Train."

- Do you have to rag on everybody? - Oh, come on.

His wardrobe alone leaves him open for public mockery.

I'm not the one that used to spend the night at his house.

That was the fourth grade. Wanna talk about your friends in the fourth grade?

So do you see her? Where'd she go?

She's right there.

- God! - What? She didn't see me.

- I can't believe you pointed at her. - She didn't see me.

- Are you hyperventilating? - No, I'm centering myself.

- I'm harnessing my chi. - Your what?

I'm harnessing my chi. Don't laugh at me.

- Were you this weird when we went out? - Were you this bitchy when we went out?

I'm trying to think.

Yeah, I was a bitchy eighth grader for that whole week, actually.

- What's up, Pres? - Hey. I'm gonna do this.

I'm gonna go do it right now.

Are you gonna be okay?

Yeah. I'll get a ride home from somebody else.

- You sure? - Yeah.


Seriously, guys. I'm over it. Really.


Nothing. Sorry. It's just--

Well, he is the most dope guy in school.

Yeah, and school's over.

Anyway, I mean, who does he think he is, Brad Pitt?

Seriously, and you're, like, Gwyneth.

Seriously, you know he regrets breaking up with her.

You know what? That's really sweet.

- But I think I'm gonna-- - No, we mean it.

- You are so Gwyneth ! - Totally Gwyneth, but prettier!

Totally prettier, but with bigger boobs.

- Totally bigger boobs. - Way bigger.

You know what? I think I'm gonna go outside and get some fresh air.

But he's no Brad.

He is not even Brad in "Twelve Monkeys"...

when he had that weird eye, and he was all dirty.

Girlfriend, Mike Dexter doesn't even deserve to breathe the same air as Brad.

- No, he doesn't. - Mike Dexter is an asshole.

An asshole!

All right. You know what? I don't really want to talk about this.

Okay, I don't think she's prettier than Gwyneth.

Not even.

All right. This is it.

If is finally time for Kenny Fisher to become the man.

Now I done my laps...

and all ten finalisfs are presenf and accounted for.

Ten lovely ladies, yo. Each one af my disposal.

Ten willin' and able four guides into the theme park of love.

Buf who will if be?

Which of you gorgeous fen will be the lucky one?

Hey, yo, Corinne, baby. What's up?

Nine. Which of you gorgeous nine will be the lucky one?

Excuse me. Sorry. My fault.

My fault. Sorry.

Uh, excuse me?

Is this the beer?

What the hell does it look like, ass wipe?

Yeah. Sorry.

- Do you want one? - Yes, of course.

It's terrible! Nobody drink the beer!

The beer has gone bad!

- Tastes like beer to me. - Yeah, me too.

Mine's great.

Yo, Ashley. Damn, you look beautiful.

- Thanks. - Yo, check this.

I was reminiscin' today. I was thinkin' about that time in seventh grade.

We was all playin' spin the bottle at Lynn Eckert's house, remember?

- I guess. - Yeah.

Well, you and me, we never did get that kiss, right?

But I had this mad flashback that you were starin' at me all night.

Kind of giggling with your girlfriends. You remember that?

Oh, I do remember that. You were eating Chee-tos.

- Yeah. - And that orange stuff was all stuck...

in your braces and nobody wanted to tell you.

So you just kept on eatin' 'em. Oh, my God!

Lynn and I thought that was the funniest thing.

- Lynn, come over here! - What?

Oh, my God. I'm tellin' little Kenny how we used to call him "Chester Chee-tos."

What are you laughin' at?


- Oh, bye, Chester. - Good-bye, Chester.

Yo, use me for my body, baby.

Come on, baby. Yeah.

What's up, ladies?

Yo, Jana, you wanna dance?

I'm allergic.

Allergic? To dancin'?


- Hey, I want you to have this. - Oh, thank you.

I heard that Mike broke up with her a year ago...

and she has been paying him $50 a month to act like they're still together.

- Uh, pathetic. - It's so pathetic.

Preston Meyers? Dude, what's goin' on, man?

I'm so glad I got a chance to see you. I know you're leaving tomorrow.

- I'm gonna miss you, man, you know. - It's okay, man. Don't worry about it.

I was totally remembering the time we were in the seventh grade...

and we mashed up our food on our lunch trays...

and you paid me a dollar to eat it, and I did.

- It was the best! - Good time.

Hey, how ya been?

Hey, and what about that time during softball practice...

when Ricky Feldman hit that line drive and it hit you right in your nuts?

That was the funniest, man. I just don't know what to say about it.

You remember the time on the field trip to the meat packing plant...

and you, like, threw up all in your book bag?

- That wasn't me. - Bull corn! Remember?

Because you tried to leave the bag on the bus so no one would see it.

But then Vice Principal Billard took it around to all the classes...

to see who it was, and I was, like, "Wasn't that your bag?"

And you were, like, "No." And I was, like, "I think it is, dude."

- Hi, Ron. - Hi. Are you okay?

- I just heard you and Mike broke up. - Yeah.


Well, I just can't believe you didn't tell me.

- I mean, after all, we're family. - Second cousins.

You know, exactly. We should be able to talk about these--

I was like, "Dude, you're never gonna get that smell out of there."

Hey, I got one for ya.

Remember that time when I was about to talk to that beautiful girl...

and you started telling me all these asinine stories?

Remember that? Huh?

Gee, that's funny 'cause it just happened!

Yo, man. I'm never gonna forget this.

Hey, man. See if I contact you for the reunion.

It's all about the memories, man. All about the memories.

Hey, who wants to go in the hot tub with us?

- Hey, yo, G. What's up? - Hey, what's up, man?

Yo, shouldn't you be gettin' your freak on by now?

I'm just flossin' while those two 'hos over there scratch it out...

over who gets to knock the boots with me, you know what I'm sayin'?

- Yeah. - What two 'hos, man?

I don't see no 'hos, Kenny.

- Yo, what, you callin' me a liar? - Hey, yo, why you shovin', cracker?

You better recognize, fool.

Why y'all gotta waste my flavor? Damn !

Dude, can I talk to you for a second?

Hey, Mike. What's up, man?

What's goin' on? Did ya do it?

- Come on. - Mike. Look, man. I don't know, man.

You see, Rachel's parents are away, right?

So she was kinda thinkin' that maybe we can spend the night, you know?

What about the game plan, man? You promised.

See, it's just that Rachel's parents, they have mirrors.

Above the bed, dude. I'm gonna be like this. Look.

All right. I get the picture. You know what?

I'm gonna go see what the other guys are doin'. Maybe they got some balls.

Um, weren't you in my language lab?

Yeah, I was.

See, I told you guys she went to our school. Pay up.

Anybody order a love burger, well done?

One, two-- Whoa! What is that?

It's one of our shirts, man. I'm wearin' it for publicity.

Those are for the fans. You don't wear the shirt of the band you're in.

I think it's cool. Throw me one.

- We don't throw him one. - Hey, look.

If they get to wear the shirts, maybe I should wear the hat.

You guys suck!

- What the hell is that? - A hat.

Take off the hat.

- No. - Take it off.

Look, you come in here lookin' like the white artist formerly known as Prince.

- Listen, here, Hootie. - Hootie? You look like LeStat.

Oh, my God!

See? That's why I said no smoking in the house!

Oh, wait. Is that poop?

Someone have poop on their shoe?

Oh, my God.

- Someone has poop on their shoe! - Watch it!

And then I heard...

that he slept with some sophomore.

That pig! What are you gonna do?

Beat him at his own game.

I am gonna hook up with someone at this party...

and hope that Jason finds out.

- Wait. With who? - Who cares?

The next guy who hits on me.

No. Hell, the next guy who talks to me.

Wipe out.

I, uh-- Yo, I must have died and gone to heaven...

'cause I see an angel sittin' right in front of me.

Are you cryin'?

Oh, no, baby, please! You are far too fine to look so sad.

- Yeah, sure. - Come on. Don't be like that.

It breaks my heart to see you this way.

You tell Special K what he can do to make you feel better.

Come to the pool house with me?

Of course I will.

Anything for you, baby.

Could you just wait right here.

I'll be right back. I promise.

He'll do.

All right. Bathroom, pee, underarm check, Breath Assure--

Yo, hold up. Do I put on a jimmy hat now or--

Nah, that ain't gonna work.


Yo, they're out of toilet paper.

- Wait, Jen! Wait for us! - Oh, I gotta go!

- Oh, don't you hate that? - Oh, wait! Don't lock it!

- Let's go pee in the pool. - All right.

What the hell is this?

Is there another bathroom upstairs?

'Cause the line in there is really long, and I gotta go.

No one's allowed upstairs, okay? Who did this?

I think I saw that foreign exchange student...

walkin' around with a black Magic Marker.

- That little foreign guy? - Yeah. So, the ba--

You can go upstairs, but just you.

Thanks. All right.

And don't close the door all the way because it's sort of broken.

Damn! You the man, Kenny!

Here we go.

Yo, this ain't gonna--

Yeah. I can do--

Damn ! She's gonna think I got that premature evacuation. Damn !



These brownies suck!

I don't wanna waste this.

I better double bag it. I don't know where that girl been.

Shut that door!

- No, I mean, get out! - Yeah, I'm trying to!

- Get outl - I can't!

Move, woman !

Look what I got now! I got the--

Look, I am telling you...

that patch of sky right over there above those power lines...

is like a superhighway of U.F.O. activity.

I wonder how William's doin' at the party.

I hope he isn't having any trouble blendin' in.

Wasn't there somethin' I was supposed to do tonight?

I can't feel my legs. I have no legs!

Can I talk to you for a second, man?

Well, did you do it or what?

Man, we will. I promise.

But her dad got us all tickets to see Pearl Jam.

So we're gonna do it after the concert.

I thought Beth can kiss your ass. Come on.

Mike, sometimes we say things we don't mean.

- Well, when's the concert? - August.

You guys suck.

- But they're really good seats. - We're gonna deal with it eventually!

If you ask me, I never really saw you two together in the first place.

Yeah. You and me both.

- What? - Well, I know why I started dating him.

I just don't know why I did it for so long.

It's just-- God, at first, it was all so unbelievable.

And, I mean, at my old junior high school...

I was always just this little, well, nobody.

And then I came to Huntington freshman year...

and Mike Dexter wanted to date me.

And all of the sudden, I was, like, "Little Miss Popular."

I know it sounds lame, but it felt good.

It's the first time I'd ever felt cool in my whole life.

Please. It was the first time I'd ever had a boyfriend.

I don't understand. I mean, what happened?


See, that's the problem because Mike is the same guy now he was then.

You know, mooning the guy at the drive-through window...

giving the underclassmen wedgies.

Yeah. I've heard he does that.

So why didn't you just, you know, break up with him?

'Cause I was, um...

scared of being alone.

Mike and I went out for, like, four years.

You know, that's, like, forever.

And if I'm not Mike's girlfriend, you know, who am I?

Nobody knows me as anything else.

I don't think I know me as anything else.


I don't know about you...

but I really believe...

that there's one person out there...

for everybody.

That's what this is about.

It's not just some sappy love letter telling her...

how my heart stops every time that I see her.

It's in there, but--

It's not just to tell her how I think she's more than the homecoming queen...

or Mike's girlfriend or...

how there's this really amazing person inside of her...

that no one even bothers to see.

It's in there, too, but...

what it's really about...

is how she should just give me a chance.

Just one chance.

Maybe we could find out if there's a reason for all of this--

why she's not with Mike tonight...

and after four years, I'm still here with this letter.

Maybe we could find out what that reason is.

You know...

it's time to find out.

I think I'm ready to do this.


Any words of encouragement?

Would you like to touch my penis?

I am a sex machine.

No one can hear us.

- Are you satisfied? - Woman, this is all your fault.

Bargin' in here like a freakin' moose, all--

Really? Well, if I'd known you were gonna be in here...

half-naked, pleasuring yourself or whatever--

-Don't touch that. -I definitely would have gone elsewhere.

- I was gettin' my shit ready. - Your "shit."

Yeah, 'cause for your information...

there is a supermad honey downstairs just waitin'.

She is dyin' to have sex with me.

Oh, Jason, I never should have believed those rumors.

- Let's never fight again. - Oh, never, baby.

- Hey, Carl. - Hey, Preston. What's up, man?

- How are ya? - All right.

- Have you seen Amanda Beckett? - Yeah. I just saw her in there.

Hey. Did you hear Mike Dexter broke up with her?

I'm thinkin' about askin' her out. It's time to get freaky!

Thanks for listening. God, I got to be prom queen...

and now I want people to feel sorry for me too?

- I should just shut up. - No. It's okay.

I mean, you know, you need someone to listen.


Amanda, I feel really close to you now.

- What are you doing? - Oh, well, I care about you.

Oh, will you get off?

- Come on. It's okay, baby! - That is disgusting!

Come on. You were practically begging me for it.

That is not what I was saying.

And you're my cousin !

- Through marriage. - Whatever! You're sick!

Shit. You're not gonna tell my parents about this, are you?

- You see the salt on this pretzel? - Yes.

Look at the stars.

Now some people, they say the stars are...

billions and billions of tons of hot gas.

But I think maybe it's just God's salt.

And God's just waitin' to eat us.

Have I got some news for you.

Really? What's that?

That I recently became single.


Well, I just remember Jeff Gurner sayin' a little somethin' about...

you girls thinkin' I was the hottest senior in school.


And I remember Jeff Gurner saying that...

you told him we were "skanky."

He told you that?

Okay. See you later.

Hey, isn't this the weekend...

that you're supposed to meet your girlfriend from the internet?

Yeah, but she has some photo shoot in Fiji...

for a catalog or something.

- Oh, man. That sucks. - Yeah.

I guess that's just the price you pay for dating Christie Turlington.

This song goes ouf to Hope from her boyfriend Ken.

If's about love.

Love hurfs

Love scars

Love wounds

Maybe somebody threw it out. You don't throw away a yearbook!

You're supposed to cherish it forever.

Oh, thank God. Look at you.

Trisha, sign my yearbook!

- Oh, I stepped in guml - Come on. We're already late.


Cuts to the left, decks the crap out of the wing and boom!

Open net! Scores!


Does that feel good?

Damn, woman. Why you gotta be such a ragin' bitch?

Oh, please. Listen to you. Look. There's a mirror right there.

Why don't you take a look, okay? You're white!

What's that supposed to mean?

- I don't always talk like that. - Oh, I guess you're okay, then.

What about you, huh? What about you, Miss Antisocial?

Miss Walkin' Around, Just, I Think I'm So Much Better Than Everybody Else.

I do not think I am better than anybody.

Anyway, what do you care what I think about you, okay?

You pretty much haven't spoken to me since sixth grade.

Hey, you stopped speakin' to me.

- Okay. Whatever. - Damn, you got no--

You have no idea what you're talkin' about.

You don't even know me anymore.

Yes, I do. I know exactly who you are.

You're Kenny Fisher who used to play--

We used to play "Miami Vice" in my basement.

You used to sleep over my house. You had to leave the hall light on every night.

You're Kenny Fisher who used to buy me a card every Valentine's Day...

and a bag of those little hearts with the words on 'em.


You're Kenny Fisher who got too cool to hang out with me in junior high...

'cause I was in all the smart classes...

and 'cause my parents didn't make a lot of money...

and 'cause you desperately needed to sit at the trendy table in the cafeteria.

What the hell happened?

She's not supposed to be with somebody else. She's supposed to be with me.

I mean, there was even that song on the radio.

Wasn't that a sign?

Unless Denise was right. Maybe that song was about a dog.

Well, what was I supposed to do then, go ouf and buy a dog?

No. If had to be a sign.

It's not like you hear the song "Mandy' on the radio every day.

I haven't heard that song in, like, ten years.

And since today is Barry Manilow's birthday...

we'll be playing "Mandy" every hour on the hour here at Mellow 103.

- Thank you very, very much. - And as a special treaf for you...

we'll have the Man-ilow himself fo answer your quesfions...

Iive on the phone from his sold-ouf concerf in Tokyo.

So if you've got a question for the man who "wrifes the songs"...

get to the phone and call in now.

Excuse me.

Are you gonna be long? I just need to make one call.

Oh. There's two other phones.

Yeah. They're broken.

- I just put my money in. - It's sort of an emergency.

- Look. It won't take long. - My car broke down and I need to call--

- Shh! Wait. - A cab.

- Hello? Yeah, Mellow 103? - Hello, 103.

- You're on the air. - Finally. Listen...

I have a really important question for Barry Manilow.

- Barry's listening. - In that song "Mandy"--


Why did you do that?

Wait a second. Lady, I was--

I was talking to somebody!

No! You don't just hang up!

- Rapid Cabs. - Hi. I need a cab, please.

- I'm at Johnny's on the boulevard. - Who are you? I was--

- I'm an angel. - I had so--

Okay, I'm done now.

You don't just hang up on somebody's call like that.

I think my emergency was just a little bit larger than yours, junior.

How the hell do you know?

You have no idea how long--

This is great. This is just, just great.

This is officially the worst night of my entire life. Thank you very much.

Try having 40 drunk men grabbing your ass...

one groom-to-be throwin' up all over you...

and then have your car break down at 2:00 a.m....

and then you can talk to me about havin' a bad night, okay?

- You're a stripper? - I'm a dancer.

An angel stripper.

Oh, I'm the weirdo.

You're the one calling Barry Manilow from a phone booth at 2:00 a.m.

You're right.

I'm a total loser.

No, wait. I'm sorry.

Great. Like I could feel any worse.

That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen!

What is wrong with you people?

Do you know who Preston Meyers is?

Duh. He only sat right next to you in freshman English.

But I guess you wouldn't remember that.

Why would Amanda Beckett pay attention to a unique spirit like Preston...

or even a unique spirit like me, for instance?

Maybe it's because she's just a little too busy...

ordering around her little conformist flock of sheep.


You are all sheep.

Hey, Luke doesn't push Vader.

Well, he should've. I mean, the guy cut his hand off.

Those were our only flashlights.

Oh, yeah.


- It's kinda dark up here. - Yeah.

You know what?

This is just like that Scott Baio thing.

When I was 16, I had the biggest thing for Scott Baio.

You don't have to sit here and go through-- Scott Baio?

I said I was 16.

I mean, this went back to the "Happy Days" years...

not to mention "J oanie Loves Chachi."

God, I hated her.


See, I always knew that somehow...

I'd meet him.

Like if I wanted it bad enough, I could make it happen.

And it did...

right after his first season of "Charles ln Charge."

He was doing this mall tour, and he came here to our mall.

It was like everything was finally falling into place.

- You know, like it was-- - Fate.


So I went, you know.

And he had this red bandanna...

'cause, you know, Chachi always wore that red bandanna.

And I waited there outside.

And I was the first person when he pulled up.

He got out of that car--

He was so beautiful.

And he looked right at me.

I didn't know what to do.

I couldn't say anything. I couldn't move.

I never even talked to him, and he was right there.

I still have that red bandanna.

The thing is, you never know.

Like, had I at least maybe said something.

You never know.

But anyway, the point is, I totally realized...

you know, fate.

There is fate, but it only takes you so far...

because once you're there, it's up to you to make it happen.

You are so definitely right.

I know.

So look.

Don't make the same mistake I did.

If you really want to be with him, get back on that phone...

and call Barry Manilow and tell him how you feel.

I didn't want him.

It's okay. I don't think it's weird.

I mean, come on. Scott Baio.

We all have our things.

And I'm ready to fake

A chance again

Ready to put my love on the line

With you

You are a no-talent, posturing little smurf!

Really? That's not what your girlfriend said last night in your van.

You guys are such amateurs. I quit!

Way to go. Why don't you just take off the T-shirt?

- Me? - You!

We were fine until you pulled out that stupid hat.

This hat is not stupid!

This hat is cool.

- Way to go, man. - What the hell did I do?

Get outta here!

I'll be the band, dudes.

Hey, I know this song.

I know this song.

The guy I tutored in math used to make me listen to it.

Wild Bill ! Rock and roll!

Take me down to the paradise city

Where the grass is green and the girls are preffy

Oh, won't yoi please take me home

Get offl

Far away

So far away

Caf in the cenfer has been forn apart

- He is so cute! - I know.

Tear me a rug Take me back to the start

I'll scream loose in my mind Are you blind

Oh, my God!

Oh, yeah!

Dale! Sign my yearbook!

You know what?

My retainer kind of looks like a Klingon warship.

Fire photons.

This is the greatest night of my lifel

- Get up. - What?

- I got to pee. - You are not peeing in here.

- It's a bathroom. - I'm aware of that by now.

Are you gonna move? 'Cause I'm gonna go.

You are disgusting.

I cannot listen to this.

So were you saving up all that stuff to tell me?

You really want to talk about this while you're doing that?

Geez, it could've been on your mind the last six years.

You might've mentioned something.

When? When you were ignoring me in the halls?

When you were writing "Denise Fleming's a tampon" on my locker freshman year?

I did not write "Denise Fleming is a tampon."

Just like you didn't destroy my Cabbage Patch Kid in second grade.

Second grade?

Besides, I admitted that right away.

No, you didn't. When I picked her up, her head fell off, you started to cry.

That kind of tipped me off.

I did not cry.


Fine. I told John Keiserman to write "Denise Fleming is a tampon."

I felt really bad afterwards.

It's all right. I told...

Diana Yellin you were a dendrophiliac.

What is that?

It's someone who has sex with trees.

That's not funny.

- Oh, Bill! - He's with me.

He asked me to hold his laser pointer.

Now, ladies, ladies, please.

Both of you can hold my laser pointer anytime.

Come on.

Did those two girls just go in the make-out room with...

William Lichter?

- Yeah. - They're so lucky.

Hey, man. You want a beer?

Trip McNealy.

No way, man.


You were a sexual icon.

You know, girls at Huntington still talk about you.

Really? Which ones?

You must be rackin' up at college. College.

I wish. I can't even get digits as a freshman.

Shut up. Come on. You can tell me.

Seriously, man.

I thought college was gonna be a 24-7 orgy.

That's even why I broke up with Janeen before I left.

So what happened?

College chicks are totally different, bro.

They're all serious and shit.

They all talk about world issues and "ecolomological" crap.

They all wanna date older guys.

Yeah, but not all of 'em, right?

Way it goes.

Hell, I even tried crawling back to Janeen.

She was all cozy with some senior.

He's a premed.

They all are.

Guys like us, we are a dime a dozen.

Speaking of which...

you still with that Amanda chick?

She was a prize piece if I ever saw one.


Me and Amanda, definitely.


You're lucky, bro.

- Sure am. - Stay with her.

That's the best advice I can give you.

Oh, that and...

bring rubber flip-flops to the shower.

I got warts all over my feet.

Take it easy, Trip.

All right.


Have you seen Amanda Beckett?


Preston? I don't know.

Well, his hair's kinda, I don't know, brown.

No, it's not really brown. Oh, he's tall.

Yeah. He's kinda tall, sorta tall.

And he's like always wearin', like, T-shirts.


- So he's sort of tall? - Kind of.

- With hair? - Yeah.

And he wears T-shirts sometimes?

- Yeah. - Yes.

- That's it? - Well--

I mean, he's Preston.

He's Preston, you know?

I like that guy.

You know who else I like who never got much play...

is Velma from "Scooby Doo."

Right. She was also a cool--

- She was a hip lady. - Hip chick.

- Watch it! - Amandal

Oh, God. Mike, get off.

Can't I hug my girl if I want?

I am not your girl, and you're obviously drunk.

- So-- - Wait.

We need to talk.

- About what? - Us.

There is no us.

No, but there is, see, 'cause...

I've been doing a lot of thinking...

and I think--

I think--

I think we should get back together.


- What? - Why?

Give me one good reason why--

No. You know what? Screw that.

No, Mike. My answer is no.

You mean you don't want me to take you back?

'Cause I'm serious about this. You should really think about this.

Think about what? That you're a childish, self-centered asshole?

Take me back? Please.

Look. You're drunk, and we're over.

Why don't you just walk away now and save yourself the embarrassment?

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, well, you're the one...

Amanda, who's gonna be embarrassed.

Who's gonna want you now?



More like...


Gosh, Mike, you really got me there.


Shut up!


I'll kick everyone's ass in this room!

Now that Mike is completely out of the picture...

I was thinking maybe you'd like to come to my van...

and I could turn that frown upside down.

Amanda, hey, I just saw what happened, and I--

Oh, God, you're a hottie!

Can I see you naked?

Remember that time you danced with me at the sock hop?

I never told you, but I had the hugest boner.

- Maybe we could work things out. - Let me get you out of that skirt.

You're lookin' good.

Hey, Amanda, do you want some watermelon?

Amanda, I love you !

Listen. I know that must sound really strange, but--

Excuse me. I've always felt there was this unspoken connection between us...

ever since the first time I saw you when you were holding my favorite Pop Tart.

And the truth is, I'm leaving tomorrow. If we could go someplace--

Oh, you know what? That is enough !

God, I haven't even been single for like five minutes...

and already you think...

that I am just gonna strip off my clothes and do you right here...

because, I don't know, I don't know...

you imagined that we shared some intimate moment that you...

have probably been drooling over for the past four years!

How sick and deluded are you?

You know, why don't you just go off and get yourself...

a goddamn life, asshole?

Thanks, man.

That was the funniest thing I've seen all night.

Oh, man. I hope you guys are okay.

Don't stick that probe there, Daddy!

Hey, buddy! Hey.

You have to come outside with me, man, 'cause we are--

There is--

There's this chick out there-- There's two chicks out there--

They're triplets, man. Huh?

You're not gonna believe what they're doin', not 'cause I made it up...

but because it is so...

unbelievable, man.

Come on out to the pool house with me 'cause they told me...

that they want you to watch 'em.

They want you to watch 'em. So we're goin' out.

Come on. To the pool house.

Come on.

I'm a loser.

I broke up with the hottest girl in school.

My friends all sold me out.

Someone in there called me a fag.


I'll make love to you

Like you want me to

And I'll hold you fight

The right stuff

You loved the New Kids.

The acid-washed jeans.

With the built-in rips. You were a fashion victim from the womb.

Thank you. I've gotten better since then.

Yeah, if you need to fit a family of five in your pants.

Shut up. These are cool.

All right. But the goggles.

Everybody's wearing these.

All right.

Okay, my turn.

- What? - The shoes.

What is wrong with my shoes? What? What?

Do they serve an orthopedic function?

No. Fine. What about your shoes?

- What's wrong with my shoes? - Is there a mission to the moon later?


- Your feet smell. - They do not.

I'm the king of beer!

You still didn't sign my yearbook.

Actually, I'm trying to get everybody to sign by their own picture.

Oh, my God.

Oh, shit.

What is wrong with everybody?

These are memories frozen in time, people!

A love-struck Romeo

Sings a sfreetsuss serenade

Layin' everybody low

With a love song that he made

Finds a sfreetlight

Steps ouf of the shade says something like

You and me, babe How about if

Juliet says Hey, if's Romeo

You nearly gave me a heart aftack

He's underneath the window

She's singing Hey, my boyfriend's back

Shouldn't come around here singing up af people like that

Who needs her?

You know what they say about women and trolley cars, right?

There's plenty of 'em in the sea. Am I right?

You are correct.

You're 110 percent right.

- Let me ask you something. Wait. - What?

You remember the time...

that you had to make that really stupid speech...

and I kinda sorta tripped you...

and everybody started laughing at you in school?

Okay, yeah. Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Oh, man. Hey, don't worry about it, man.

Hey, it's ancient history, right?

It's ancient history.

- When was that anyway? - That was this morning at graduation.

Oh, yeah.

You think I could get a shirt?

You know, for nostalgia?


What would you think about a reunion?

Nothing big.

A few new songs. Mostly old stuff.

I could be into that.

Sure. Why not?

When we were in love you used to cry

Said I love you like the sfars above

- I love you, man ! - I love you too.

How's my boys?

Yo, what's up with my niggas, man?

- Cold floor! Cold floor. - I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Have you ever done this before?

Yeah. Yeah.

No. Why, have you?

Yeah, once.

It was this guy--

I don't want to know.

You're right. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Are they gone? Are they still here? - I think they're gone, man.

If they were still here, I'd break 'em like Kato!

Cops! Let's bail!

This is it. I knew we could do it.

One, two, three!

Everybody freeze!

The cops!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Bill, you never signed my yearbook.

- We can hide in the pool house. - What the--

Hey, viva la pool house, right?

- Come on ! - Pool house. Pool house. Mike!

My pants!

Back here, Billy.

Mike, wait.

It worked. All right, take off their clothes.

Get the Polaroid.

Look at you, mister. I'm a big football jock.

How do you like me now, buddy?

Look. My flashlight.

Oh, no. It's William.

Oh, God. Let's get outta here.

Jesus cribs!

Let's load these sickos into the wagon.



You know--

It gets better.

- What? - Well...

next time, you know...

you won't be-- It can go for longer.

No, that's not what I meant.

I meant that since we'd never done it before...

together, that--

How do you know it wasn't your fault?

You said yourself you'd only done it one time before.

Does that made you some kind of expert?

I never said I was an expert.

'Cause my shit could've been slammin' with somebody else.


Look, baby.

It ain't your fault you lack the flavor.

You asshole.

- Who the hell is in here? - Don't you even knock?

This is my house!

Yeah? You should fix that door!

- Don't touch me. You make me sick. - Get out!

- Denise! - Get out!

- I'm trying to! - Well, let me help you!

Now, get out!

What is your problem?

My problem? You want to know what my problem is?

I'll tell you what my problem is!

Are you just gonna walk home?

It's not that far.


Just stop, okay?

Look, just slow down a sec, would you?

I want to explain.

- Don't bother. - No, no, no. Come on.

Look, I'm--

I'm sorry.

You know--


I shouldn't have said-- You know.

I'm sorry too.




- William! - What?

Let's go! Time to get up!

Your parents are here to take you home.

Oh, God!

My parents! Have you seen them? Are they really angry?

Have you seen my father? Does he have a weapon?

Afraid not.

Actually, they're more worried about you than anything else.

You know, 'cause it's not your fault that...

"Mike Dexter beat you up and forced you to drink alcohol until you passed out."

He wh-- what?

That's the statement we got from the Dexter kid.

He made you drink, took your clothes off--

Yeah, you know.

It's just funny that he finally...

came clean, you know.

Mike, always pickin' on me, yeah.

Oh, God.

Well, whatever.

It might be a good idea to lay off that alcohol.

Your life's gonna go down the crapper, unless that's what you're goin' for.

- Thank you. - You bet.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- That a boy. - Thank you.

Easy now. All right.

Thank you.

To your right.

Did you like

The flowers I sent

You could've called to thank me

Well, you could've called

And I tried to kiss you

On Brooklyn Avenue

Buf you got in your car

Before I could move

And I've been

Falling like the rain

You've got your imbrella

In my way

Fists and fingers

Tongues and feeth

I wanna see you

Get out.

Are you kidding me?

Kenny Fisher?

- You guys are a couple now? - No.

No. I don't know.

Can I come to your wedding?

I really should've taken this one to the grave.

Off of me, please. On to you. Did you finally? Amanda?

You did? And?

It's okay. I'm okay.

You know, I--

We weren't meant to be, which sucks, but...

I know it's over, it's done.

I don't know.

Maybe there isn't such a thing as fate.

And maybe it's all bullshit.

I feel like--

maybe it was a hero's trial.

Something to make me come out a better person.

I'm trying to make the best of it.


It would've been cool to make out with her, though.

Would you make out with me?

- Call me when you get there. - Definitely.

Take care.

Gimme a hug.

Take care of yourself, okay?

Just so you know.

Just judging from my little experience last night...

I do think there's such a thing as fate.

It just works in really fucked-up ways sometimes.

Especially in your case.

I'm sorry. You gave that to me. I had to take it.

Peace out, G.

Nobody understands the value of a yearbook.

- Memories are all we have. - That's what I've been saying.

All I know is, tonight...

I'm gonna be at some bar with chicks all over me.

And you guys...

are gonna be at home with your lame-ass girlfriends.

- Maybe we should break up with them. - That's what I'm sayin'.

I never got a chance to thank you for covering for me last night.

Thanks for telling the cops all that stuff.

I don't think I'm gonna be drinking like that for a while.

- That stuff you said-- - Yo! Yo!

Who said you could sit with us, geek?

Shouldn't you be home playing with your computer?

Yeah, why don't you go home, watch "Star Trek," Urkel?


That's genius!

When will I see you again

Yo, you want some of this?

Precious moments

Are we in love

Or jusf friends

Or is this the end

The Boston Bullet now boarding at frack 28.

Will passengers with tickefs for the Bosfon Bullef...

please board af track 28.

Excuse me.

I think you dropped this.

What are you doing here?

Well, your dad told me that you'd be here, so I thought that I would--

- That's my letter. - Thought it was my letter.

Yeah, of course it's your letter. I just--

- Did you read it? - Yeah.

Let me just say that I don't know what I put in that letter.

- I wrote it so many times that it-- - Thank you.

Thank you.

I mean, you're welcome.


you're leaving now?



- It's just-- - Really bad timing?


I've got this workshop with Kurt Vonnegut, and--

- He's my hero and-- - Wow!

That's great. That's really great. Congratulations.


Well, you should-- You should probably go, then.

Maybe it's better this way.

Maybe I should just be single for a while or something.


Maybe it's like you said.

You know, all this happened for a reason.

I said that, didn't I?


Preston, good luck.

Yeah, you too.

I'll see ya.

All I needed was the love you gave

All I needed for another day

And all I ever knew

Only you

This is gonna take a long time

And I wonder what's mine

Can't fake no more

You know...

there's probably a later train I could take.

I can't believe we jumped William.

Yeah. I can't believe we didn't go in to the party.

- It probably sucked anyway. - Probably.

Those people are totally boring.

Yeah. This town is so lame.

Tell me about it.

Nothing exciting ever happens here.

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