Camp Page #4

but bat my eyes.

Call 'em.

Hey!

Buddy Miller,

sports counselor.

Remember me?

Think fast.

Ow!

"Dear Mr. Flores,

the school has determined that

"due to your refusal

to wear either a tuxedo

"due to your refusal

to wear either a tuxedo

"or an ankle-length

formal gown,

"you failed

to meet the dress code,

"and therefore

appropriate action was taken

in refusing you entrance

to this year's junior prom."

You didn't get in

because of your hemline?

Vlad!

I've been looking

all over for you.

What are you drinking?

Chicken breast.

Chicken breast.

Don't you think

that's a little extreme?

It's her parents' idea,

the pricks.

Ow!

It's like

some Nazi experiment.

They're just

looking out for me.

You're only a few pounds

heavier than Ellen.

Tell me something...

Isn't it a pain in the ass

to put on

all that makeup every day?

I don't mind the extra effort so

people have something nice to look at.

I think she looks wonderful.

We know!

Looking good to attract

the opposite sex

has been a basic human impulse

for almost a thousand years.

Has been a basic human impulse

for almost a thousand years.

What about before that?

However old the world is.

You know, maybe if

you'd soften up a little,

you'd land yourself

a boyfriend

and lose that hostile edge

that's so unattractive.

Drop dead.

That's the one.

I'd be happy to help.

You could be my project.

I'll put you on a diet.

I'll style your hair.

Enough.

I heard about your little

line-learning session.

You got Vlad to put

his arm around you.

That must be like

third base for someone

who's never been touched

by a boy, isn't it?

Who's never been touched

by a boy, isn't it?

Ellen, wait.

Where do you think

you're going?

You know, I think I know

your sister cinderella.

There you are.

You disappeared so fast.

I looked everywhere for you.

Where's your girlfriend?

She's not my girlfriend.

Why'd you come after me?

I don't know.

'Cause you were upset.

She's a b*tch.

So was I.

She's a b*tch.

So was I.

No.

I like you, Ellen.

I like you, too.

I like you, too.

Okay.

Yeah.

What is it that

we're listening to, anyway?

Nothing.

I can't

deal with this anymore.

What?

I like regular music, too.

I like joni Mitchell.

I know every album by heart.

They have this great

new thing called drums.

They have this great

new thing called drums.

You're gonna love it.

What's so special

about this?

Sometimes it's nice

not to be special.

Sometimes it's nice to listen

to what everyone else listens to

just to be normal for once.

Dance with me.

Jump off the roof.

Come on, dance with me.

A**hole!

Just kidding.

Just kidding.

Fiddler on the roof?

This is the last straw.

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