Heathers Page #2

let's take another look at today's lunch.

God, Veronica, drool much?

His name's Jason Dean.

He's in my American History.

Hello, Jason Dean.

Greetings and salutations.

Are you a Heather?

No.

I'm a Veronica. Sawyer.

This may seem like

a really stupid question...

There are no stupid questions.

You inherit $5 million.

The same day aliens land on the earth

and say they're going to blow it up

in two days. What do you do?

That's the stupidest question

I've ever heard.

Who's that guy in the coat

think he is anyways?

Bo Diddley?

Veronica's into his act, no doubt.

I don't know. Probably row out

to the middle of a lake,

bring along a bottle of tequila,

my sax and some Bach.

How very.

Come on, Veronica.

Later.

Definitely.

Let's kick his ass.

Sh*t, Ram, we're seniors, man.

We're too old for kind of that kind of crap.

Let's give him a good scare, though.

You going to eat this?

What did your boyfriend say when you told

him you were moving to Sherwood, Ohio?

Answer him, dick.

Hey, Ram, doesn't this cafeteria

have a "no fags allowed" rule?

They seem to have an open-door policy

for a**holes, though, don't they?

What did you say, d*ckhead?

I'll repeat myself.

They won't expel him, they'll just

suspend him for a week or something.

He used a real gun.

They should throw his ass in jail.

No way. He used blanks.

All JD really did was ruin two pairs of pants.

Maybe not even that.

Can you bleach out urine stains?

You seem pretty amused. I thought

you had given up on high school guys.

Never say never.

What are you going to do, Heather?

Take the two shots or send me out?

Did you have a brain tumour for breakfast?

First you ask if you can be red,

knowing that I'm always red.

Sh*t.

It's your turn, Heather.

Easy shot, Heather.

No way, no day.

Give it up, girl.

- Holy sh*t.

- Incredible!

Whoo!

So tonight's the night. Are you two excited?

I'm giving Veronica her shot,

her first Remington party.

You blow it tonight, girl,

and it's keggers with kids all next year.

Why?

Why not?

Heather, your mother's here.

Come on, whoever wants a ride.

- Bye. Thank you.

- Bye-bye, girls.

Hey, take a break, Veronica. Sit down.

So what was the first week

of spring vacation withdrawal like?

I don't know. It was OK, I guess.

Hey, kid, isn't the prom coming up?

I guess.

Any contestants worth mentioning?

Maybe.

There's kind of

a dark horse in the running.

God, will somebody tell me

why I read these spy novels?

Because you're an idiot.

Oh, yeah, that's it.

You two...

Great pt, but I gotta motor

if I want to be ready for that party tonight.

Corn nuts!

BQ or plain?

BQ!

You're going to pull a super-chug with that?

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