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if he wanted

to go steady with me?

- Not a chance.

- But--

Sorry, Dawn, but that's

just the way it is.

- You don't cut it.

- What if I wore something--

Dawn, look in the mirror.

We fingerfucked.

Once, last spring.

That's it.

It's all over now.

- What are you doing in there?

- None of your business!

- Is Mark around?

- No. My mom took him shopping.

Sh*t.

He'll be back real soon,

I'm pretty sure.

If you want, you can

come inside and wait.

- You have anything to eat?

- Yeah. Follow me.

You like Yodels?

Yeah, sure.

What else you got?

Ring Dings, Pop-Tarts,

Hawaiian Punch.

Whatever you want. We've got

some leftovers too, in the fridge.

- Yeah? Like what?

- We've got some fish sticks.

All right.

- I know how to make Jell-O.

- Whatever.

You know,

I really like your music.

I'm pouring you some Hawaiian Punch.

Is that all right?

- Whatever.

- Here I come.

You're not hungry?

You know,

I play the piano.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah,

that's pretty good.

I could have kept going,

but I sprained my finger yesterday.

Yeah, well, you're still better

than Barry any day, that's for sure.

- You think so?

- Oh, yeah.

He ought to be

taking lessons from you.

Yeah, well, I don't think I have time

to give lessons to Barry...

but you want to see

my fingers?

Yeah, I see 'em.

Sh*t.

I gotta get going.

Please wait.

Can I play it for you one more time?

This time with no mistakes.

Please?

- We're home!

- We're home!

Where were you?

Getting groceries

with my mom and sister.

- Do you know what time it is?

- Yeah.

Do you know what time

you told me to be here?

- What?

- I've been waiting a half an hour.

- What about the problems?

- We'll get to them now.

No, we won't.

I've been here--

Hear me.

You will fall in love with me.

You will make love to me.

You will take me away

from this place.

Love's a confusing thing

In my suburban home

I feel so alone

I walk through sterile rooms

There's voices in my head

Or coming from the phone

I got a blow-up doll

and she looks like you

Little girl

Well, the two of us

have made a special world

Little girl

So welcome to the dollhouse

- I got it all set up for you

- I got it all set up for you

Hey, Steve, I think your singing was

a little flat that time.

Barry, why don't you play

an "A" for Steve.

You got that, Steve?

F*** this sh*t.

- What's got into him?

- He can't take criticism.

- Great. There goes the band. Sh*t.

- Wait!

What do you want?

- You can't just go.

- Why not?

- The band needs you.

- Tough, I quit.

And you can tell your shitface brother

that I'd rather fail Computer Science...

than get any more help

from him!

I can't believe

he just quit.

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