Girl, Interrupted Page #3

They'll space them out more|after you've been here a while.

That girl. Polly.

How did she get all...

When she was ten...

her mother told her that|she had to give away her puppy...

'cause he was giving her a rash.

And so Polly went...

and found her father's gas can...

and she poured it all over|where she was getting the rash.

And then...

she lit a match.

Oh, my God.

What about you?|Why are you here?

Pseudologia fantastica.

What's that?

I'm a pathological liar.

- What are your plans this fall?|- What?

What are your plans this fall?

I don't have any.

I'm going to be|an ethonobotanist.

Full scholarship to M.I.T.

I'm gonna join the Krishnas.

Hare Krishna?|That's interesting, actually.

I was kidding.

You're Susanna, right?

I'm Toby.|Andrea Jacobs' brother.

I was at graduation.

You're...

You're pretty when you sleep.

Checks.

It's 7:
00.

I mean, everybody thinks about it|at some point.

How would you do it?

I don't know.

I guess I haven't|really thought about it.

Once it's in your head, though...

you become this...

strange, new breed.

A life-form that loves|to fantasize about its own demise.

Make a stupid remark,|kill yourself.

If you like the movie,|you live.

- You miss the train, kill yourself.|- Susanna.

What?

Let's not talk about this|anymore, okay?

Why?

Because it's...

stupid.

What?

What are you doing?

What? 'Cause I don't want to kill|myself? That's not cool to you?

I don't want to die.|I was just talking.

Look, the world is f***ed up,|okay?

It's so f***ed up|that if some draft zombie...

pulls my birthday out of a barrel,|I'm gonna die.

When's your birthday?

December 30.

I'll pray for you.

Checks.

You asked for this?

Are you going to watch?

Afraid so.

That's why there's so many|fuzzy-legged women around here.

Has anybody ever watched you|shave your legs?

I got two kids and one bathroom.|What do you think?

I think you should lock the door.

September 14.

Bingo.

- Bingo, bingo.|- "December 30."

Oh, my God.

A guy I know was just drafted.

What's his name?

Toby.

He's dead now.

Get out, Lisa!

I'm not in your room, Daisy.|I'm right f***ing here.

- Do you want some of my nail polish?|- Get out!

- You're looking better, Lisa.|- Thanks, Margie.

- How's the engagement going?|- Well, you know.

No, I don't. I've been away.

Joe wants me to...|Before the wedding.

F*** his brains out.|Use a rubber.

Gosh, hell, no.

Can I bum one?

Go ahead.

So, have you had|your first Melvin yet?

Who's that?

Bald guy with a little pecker|and a fat wife.

Your "ther-rapist,"|sweet pea.

Unless...

they're giving you shocks.

Or, God forbid,|letting you out.

Then you get to see|the great, wonderful Dr. Dyke.

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