Fast Times at Ridgemont High Page #2

SPICOLI:

Something happened to them, mon.

BRAD:

Come on, Spicoli. Why don't you

just put your shirts back on? See

the sign?

ANGLE ON HANDWRITTEN SIGN IN WINDOW

that reads:
"No Shirts, No Shoes, No Dice"

INT. CARL'S JR.

A store manager, Dennis Taylor, bustles up to Brad.

DENNIS:

Any problems?

BRAD:

No, just a couple of surfers with

no shirts on. I took care of it,

Dennis.

ANGLE ON SURFERS

grumbling, putting shirts back on. It pains them.

Dennis heads back to his office when he sees

something in the trash bin.

DENNIS:

Did you throw away those fries,

Hamilton?

BRAD:

They were left over from the last

shift.

DENNIS:

Those were perfectly good fries,

Hamilton.

(glares at Brad)

Perfectly good.

BRAD:

But they weren't mine.

Brad laughs, goes back to work.

INT. MALL - LATE NIGHT

It is closed and only a few janitors remain. Stacy

and Linda walk through the large empty mall.

STACY:

He gave me his card.

(lovingly)

'Ron Johnson, Audio Consultant.'

LINDA:

(amused)

Should we buy a frame for that?

STACY:

Come on, Linda, I haven't had a

boyfriend all summer. You promised

when I started working at the mall

that my life would change... Do you

think he'll call this week?

LINDA:

Listen, Stace, you want to know

about guys? I'll tell you. They're

mostly chicken. Before I met Doug I

chased after every guy I thought

was cute. I thought if I gave out a

vibe they'd get the message and

call me up. Well, guess what? They

don't call.

STACY:

So what did you do?

LINDA:

I called them. If I was sitting

next to a guy and I wanted to sit

closer, I'd sit closer. If I wanted

to kiss him, I'd just do it. You

want Ron Johnson? Grab him.

STACY:

I can't do that.

They pass a janitor cleaning graffiti that says:

LINCOLN SURF NAZIS and MAGGOT LUST FOR THE DUST.

LINDA:

Face it. With some guys you have to

make the first move. A lot of guys

are just... wussies.

STACY:

Really?

LINDA:

Stacy, what are you waiting for?

You're fifteen. I did it when I was

thirteen. It's no huge thing. It's

just sex. If you don't, one of the

other girls will.

STACY:

(cute)

He was hot, wasn't he?

LINDA:

If I didn't have a fiance in

Chicago, I'd go for it.

A young Girl runs and catches up with Linda and

Stacy.

GIRL:

(breathless)

Are you Linda Barrett?

LINDA:

Yes.

GIRL:

I'm Carrie Frazier from Toys 'R Us.

Judy Hinton from May Company told

me I could ask you something.

Linda nods.

GIRL (CONT'D)

I have this situation with my

boyfriend, and I wanted to...

(looks at Stacy, then

whispers in Linda's ear)

Linda listens thoughtfully, then clicks into her

"sex expert" mode.

LINDA:

Okay, are you over sixteen?

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