Haunting Of Winchester House Page #2

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Man, I think this is bullshit!

Makes two of us.

Do you wanna buy some raffle tickets?

I'm trying to raise money|to buy Jefferson new computers.

No.

So I saw you in there with Luis.

And I know it can be difficult...

...but maybe you should back|into it from somewhere else.

Are you gonna go visit Clay Gephardt?

That would be a no.

They moved him from the hospital|to a rehab place.

Is this your idea of small talk?

If so, your social skills need work.|No one made him jump.

-It's called peer pressure.|-How do you know?

You read it in your precious book?

Please don't pretend|like you know me, okay?

But I do. I do.

We have all the same classes|since kindergarten.

Why, you're Jamie Sullivan.|You sit at lunch table seven.

It's not the reject table, but it's|definitely self-exile territory.

You have exactly one sweater.|You look at your feet when you walk.

And for fun, you tutor on weekends...

...and hang out|with the Stars and Planets kids.

How's that sound?

Fairly predictable.|Nothing I haven't heard before.

-You don't care what people think?|-No.

I don't know what your problem is.|Miss Garber has nice hooters.

This is bullshit. Thanks.

I can't wait to see you in stage|makeup. That's gonna be cool.

-Be back in an hour.|-Tell them to do West Side Story.

Get that nice big-booty girl|from Selena. Maria! Maria!

This year's spring musical is about|fiery passion and blazing Tommy guns.

Written by our own Eddie Zimmerhoff.|Words and music by Jamie Sullivan.

It tells the story of Tommy "The Gun"|Thornton in Prohibition-era New York.

Eddie, perhaps--

Mr. Carter, better late than never.|Please join us.

Sure.

Now then, let's see....

Jamie will be our Alicia,|a mysterious club singer.

-Sally will be playing Caroline.|-Congratulations.

And Landon will read Tommy Thornton.

No. No. See, I didn't plan|on acting or anything.

When did you know, Tommy?

lKnow what?

That we were in love.

Love?

Baby, you don't want to fall|in love with a guy like me.

It's too late. I'm crazy about you.

I'm breathing it, drinking it all in.|Aren't you?

I don't know what I'm drinking,|dollface, but if this is love...

...pour me another glass.

Are you trying to be bad at this?

No, just comes naturally.

All right, everybody,|let's go to the end.

Don't even pretend you won't be great.

-Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.|-All right. See you.

Bye.

-So would it kill you to try?|-Yep, and I'm too young to die.

You don't care about classes,|but you like school...

...because you're popular|and you'll never be on top again.

-That's thoroughly predictable.|-Your act only works on an audience.

Feeling Christian?

Seat belt?

-I forfeit.|-Thank you.

Forty-two.

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