Heathers Page #3

No, but if you're nice,

I'll let you buy me a slushie.

I see you know

your convenience-speak pretty well.

Yeah, well, I've been

moved around all my life.

Dallas, Baton Rouge, Vegas...

Sherwood, Ohio.

There's always been

a Snappy Snack Shack.

Any town, any time, pop a ham and cheese

in the microwave and feast on a turbo-dog.

Keeps me sane.

Really?

That thing you pulled in the caff today

was pretty severe.

Yeah, well, the extreme

always seems to make an impression.

Did you say a cherry or Coke slushie?

I didn't. Cherry.

Great bike.

Yeah. Just a humble perk

from my dad's construction company.

Seen the commercial, right?

"Bringing every state to a higher state."

Wait a minute. Jason Dean.

Your pop's Big Bud Dean Construction?

It must be rough moving place to place.

Everybody's life has got static.

Is your life perfect?

Yeah. I'm going to

a Remington University party.

No, my life's not perfect.

I don't really like my friends.

Yeah, uh, I don't really like

your friends, either.

Well, it's just like they're people I work with

and our job is being popular and sh*t.

Maybe it's time to take a vacation.

Hello, ladies.

Throw your coats on the floor.

Veronica, this is Brad.

Excellent.

Did you girls bring

your partying slippers?

- Let's party.

- She loves to party.

'Dear diary, I want to kill,

'and it's for more than just selfish reasons.

'More than a spoke in my menstrual cycle.

'You have to believe me.'

It's so great to talk to a girl

and not have to ask "what's your major?"

I hate that.

So, when you go to college,

what subjects do you think you'll study?

Come on, David.

Shouldn't we get back to the party?

We will.

It's just you're so hot tonight.

I can't control myself.

'I can't explain it but

I'm allowed an understanding

'that my parents and these

Remington a**holes have chosen to ignore.

'I understand that I must stop Heather.'

How's my little cheerleader, huh?

Oh, I know everyone

at your high school isn't so uptight.

- Come on.

- I don't feel so good, OK?

Let's do it on the coats.

It'll be excellent, huh?

I have a prepared speech I tell my suitor

when he wants more

than I'd like to give him.

Gee, blank, I had a really nice...

Save the speeches for Malcolm X.

I just want to get laid.

You don't deserve my f***ing speech.

'Betty Finn was a true friend

and I sold her out

'for a bunch of Swatchdogs

and Diet Cokeheads.

'Killing Heather would be like offing

the Wicked Witch of the West.

'Wait, East. West!

I sound like a f***ing psycho.'

What's your damage?

Brad says you're being a cooze.

I feel really sick, like I'm gonna throw up.

Can we please jam now?

No. Hell, no.

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