Can't Buy Me Love

##Can't buy me love ##

##Love ##

##Can't buy me love ##

##I'll buy you a diamond ring|my friend ##

##If it makes you|feel all right ##

##I'll get you anything|my friend ##

##If it makes you|feel all right ##

## 'Cause I don't care|too much for money ##

##Money can't buy me love ##

##I'll give you all|I've got to give ##

##If you say|you'll love me too ##

##I may not have a lot to give ##

##But what I got|I'll give to you ##

##I don't care|too much for money ##

##Money can't buy me love ##

##Can't buy me love ##

##Everybody tells me so ##

##Can't buy me love ##

##No, no, no... no ##

##Say you don't need|no diamond rings ##

##And I'll be satisfied ##

Oh, thank you. Thank you.|Thank you so much.

No, no, no.|I'm on a diet. Thank you.

- ##I don't care|too much for money ##

##Money can't buy me love ##

##Owwww ##

My hair is such a mess!

What about my clothes?

Yuck. Girls.

- We're so bad.|- We're so cool.

Mess with us,|you'd be a fool.

- Um, we've got the school...|- No.

We've got the teams.|We've got the class.

- Uh, uh...|- But on the field, we'll kick your ass!

- Hi, girls.|- My mom's gonna freak.

She is.

Hi, guys!

Wait 'til you see this|new dress Cindy bought!

- It is to die for!|- You're gonna love 'em!

- My credit card, please.|- Yeah, yeah.

Here they are.|In my pocket. There.

Cindy, I thought I said|only the Neiman Marcus card.

But, Mother, school|starts on Tuesday.

Cindy, this is what I'm|talking about: responsibility.

Honey, you're a senior now.

Why can't you be more mature|like the Miller boy, huh?

That's okay.

Oh, Mother.|Get serious.

- "Get serious"?|- Wipe out!

Oh!

##No, no, no... no ##

##Say you don't need|no diamond rings ##

##And I'll be satisfied ##

## Tell me that you want|the kind of things ##

## That money just can't buy ##

##I don't care|too much for money ##

##Money can't buy me love ##

- ##Can't buy me love ##|- Chuckie.

- ##Love ####|- Chuckie, Mom told you to stay out of the tree house.

- It's dangerous. Now, get down.|- Oh!

Listen, I think that the girls are gonna|have a little difficulty with that one...

- Well,you know...|- step, because of with the arms up...

I think we should make it a little|harder, so they have a hard time.

My God, you are such|a b*tch sometimes.

No, listen. It doesn't matter if they know|the whole routine. We have to look for rhythm.

That's true. I'll get it!

Hello! Cindy Mancini.

put on Channel Five!|Bobby's on! Thank you.

- Are you serious?|- Oh, my gosh!

- You gotta be a little homesick.|- It is Bobby.

- Let me ask you.|- Great.

What's the one special thing you|miss most about the old hometown?

- Cindy's name on TV!|- Mind if I get a little personal?

- Whoo-oo!|- What I really miss the most...

always made me feel so good|after football practice.

- You're so lucky, Cindy.|- I miss that hydro massage machine...

back in the old|high school gym.

Well, the old high school misses you too,|Bobby Hilton. Good luck with the Hawkeyes.

- Stocky Jones...|- Cindy.

Hey, you guys, it's no felony. Come on.|I mean, he's got a lot on his mind, right?

- Oh, yeah.|- Football and everything.

Yeah. Okay.

- Look, we're late, okay? Let's go.|- Yeah.

Go!

Five, six, seven, eight.

- And one, two, three, four,|five, six, seven, eight.

One, two and four.

Whoo!|- ##I can't take this anymore ##

Hit seven, hit eight.|All right! Ha, ha,!

Okay, good stuff!

Five, six, seven, eight.|And one, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

- Come on,you guys.|Come on!

Arms up. Yes!

Whoo!All right.|Lookin'good.

Keep smilin'. Let's go!Yeah.

One, two, three, four,|five, six, seven...

Hey, Ronald! Thought you were|gonna meet me in the library.

Buy your telescope yet?

You better soon, or|you're gonna miss the sale.

A thousand dollars|is grand larceny as it is.

- What? Are you worried about the capital outlay?|- No, I was just thinking...

about the cool clique?

Why would you be thinking about them?|They're certainly not conscious of us.

That's my point. Wouldn't you|like to hang with them?

You have been hanging on Cindy|Mancini's lawn for what? Five years?

I bet she doesn't|even know your name.

You got a crush on Cindy?

- Huh?|- No.

Well, most living organisms do,|but she's way out of our league.

- She's even out of their league.|- Okay, freeze! Good!

All right.|Looked good, both of you.

- It's fun.|- Oh, good. Look, here comes the sleaze master himself.

Lovely ladies. Miss Mancini.

- Lookin'good.|- Thank you.

Like I knew you would.

- Why don't you take a shower, Quint?|- A cold one.

- Yeah, definitely.|- Ten seconds flat in full pads, yeah.

- All-state this year, no question.|- No question!

Tell 'em about the party.

Uh, hey, guys.|Back-to-school party at my place.

- Cool!|- I'm there.

I'm thrilled.

Check it out, dudes. New recruits.

Being a senior's gonna be|a beautiful thing.

I can taste it now, man. Hold my pad.

This is supposed to be|the biggest year of our lives.

The prom, parties, homecoming.|We're supposed to have memories.

Memories?|We'll have plenty of memories.

Yearbook committee, video parlor,|card games on Saturday nights.

Cards are for retards.

I'm sorry.|I didn't mean it that way.

We do have a lot of great memories.|But be honest.

Wouldn't you like to be popular?

And have to be in a clique? No!

What happened to us?|We were all friends in elementary.

That's because we were all forced|to be in the same room together.

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