All The Boys Love Mandy Lane

(blade swishes / girl screams)

(bell rings)

# Your heart

is always almost beating

# Along with windy frozen tunes

# But you say you've laughed enough

# Your closet's stuffed

with last year's blues

# But you know by summertime

# Your suicide's just last year's news

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Good to go?

- Hm-hmm.

Mandy Lane.

- Hi.

- Someone got fucking hot this summer!

- Thank you.

- Shut up, faggot.

Hey, Mandy.

- Hey, why don't you come with us?

- Jake, there's no room.

There's plenty of room.

- Where are you guys going?

- (blond boy) My place.

Little pool party.

Sure, we'll go.

Who's "we"?

- Yeah, who's "we"?

- You and me.

Sweet.

# What will we find

inside of your room?

# Notes in the margins

# Records always spinning

# Clues you know you want all to know

# Your little soul grew old too soon

# And surprises lost their thrill

# The cut and pills and...

- (banging on door)

- Open up, man!

(door rattles)

(water splashes)

What, no bathing suit? That sucks.

No big deal.

Just go in your underwear.

You have no idea how hot you are,

do you?

No. This is cute.

- I like this. What is this?

- Stop!

Come on, don't be shy about it.

Strip right here.

Let everyone see what colour

those panties are.

What the f*ck?

(laughter)

Fucking dick!

Dude!

Laugh now, you fucking dick!

Dylan, stop.

(gasps)

Mandy, I was just playing around

with this kid.

Mandy, no... He saved my life, man.

This guy, he's amazing.

He's a winner.

You're fucking amazing, you know that?

- (Mandy) So you're OK?

- I'm fine.

Fine.

(music and chatter)

(Dylan) Hey.

Easy, easy.

I come in peace.

What, she won't talk to you now?

- That figures.

- Look...

Let's just play nice and be friends

and get the f*ck off my roof.

OK?

So how are you gonna do it?

Do what?

Seal the deal.

I mean, look. Look down there.

Every stupid fucking idiot

has the exact same goal.

What makes you any different?

I don't need to be different.

Jesus, are you fucking listening to me?

I know her.

She's not gonna fall for some jock

who tried to drown her best friend.

Face it, man, you're boring.

You're a fucking marshmallow,

like an American Idol...

Get off my fucking roof, Emmet.

(snorts)

- This went well.

- What are you doing?

Whoa, whoa!

- Careful, man.

- Look.

She's looking at us right now.

Waiting to see what you do.

Well?

It's not that far.

You've fucking done this before, right?

She'll love it.

She... I promise.

Whoa! You know what?

F*ck it, you're too drunk.

Don't!

Don't tell me I'm too fucking drunk

in my own fucking house.

I'll do it with you, then.

Come on!

Let's jump for Mandy.

See if she can catch us.

(girl) Dylan, get down from there.

You, too, you fucking loser.

Ready?

One.

Two.

Three.

- Mandy Lane!

- # Today

# It's gonna be

# Such a good day

# Such a good day

# Today is gonna be

- (panicky voices)

- (boy) Somebody get help!

# Such a good day

# To say goodbye

# Today is gonna be such a good day

(girl) Oh, no!

Hey, you stupid f*ck!

Look what you made him do!

(boy) What the hell just happened?

# Eagles, Eagles, we're the best!

Better than all the rest!

# Eagles, Eagles, we're number one!

So let's go have some fun!

# Eagles, Eagles, we're the best!

Better than all the rest!

# Eagles, Eagles, we're number one!

So let's go have some fun!

(whooping)

There she is, boys.

Mandy Lane.

Untouched.

Pure.

Since the dawn of junior year,

men have tried to possess her,

and to date, all have failed.

Some have even died

in their reckless pursuit of this angel.

I've invited her out to my ranch

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