Can't Hardly Wait Page #5

Not even.

All right. This is it.

If is finally time

for Kenny Fisher fo become the man.

Now I done my laps...

and all ten finalisfs

are presenf and accounted for.

Ten lovely ladies, yo.

Each one af my disposal.

Ten willin' and able four guides

into fhe theme park of love.

Buf who will if be?

Which of you gorgeous fen

will be fhe lucky one?

Hey, yo, Corinne, baby.

What's up?

Nine. Which of you gorgeous nine

will be fhe lucky one?

Excuse me. Sorry. My fault.

My fault. Sorry.

Uh, excuse me?

Is this the beer?

What the hell

does it look like, ass wipe?

Yeah. Sorry.

- Do you want one?

- Yes, of course.

It's terrible!

Nobody drink the beer!

The beer has gone bad!

- Tastes like beer to me.

- Yeah, me too.

Mine's great.

Yo, Ashley.

Damn, you look beautiful.

- Thanks.

- Yo, check this.

I was reminiscin' today. I was thinkin'

about that time in seventh grade.

We was all playin' spin the bottle

at Lynn Eckert's house, remember?

- I guess.

- Yeah.

Well, you and me, we never did

get that kiss, right?

But I had this mad flashback

that you were starin' at me all night.

Kind of giggling with your girlfriends.

You remember that?

Oh, I do remember that.

You were eating Chee-tos.

- Yeah.

- And that orange stuff was all stuck...

in your braces and nobody

wanted to tell you.

So you just kept on eatin' 'em.

Oh, my God!

Lynn and I thought

that was the funniest thing.

- Lynn, come over here!

- What?

Oh, my God. I'm tellin' little Kenny how

we used to call him "Chester Chee-tos."

What are you laughin' at?

Cheetah.

- Oh, bye, Chester.

- Good-bye, Chester.

Yo, use me for my body, baby.

Come on, baby. Yeah.

What's up, ladies?

Yo, Jana, you wanna dance?

I'm allergic.

Allergic? To dancin'?

Yeah.

- Hey, I want you to have this.

- Oh, thank you.

I heard that Mike broke up with her

a year ago...

and she has been paying him $50 a month

to act like they're still together.

- Uh, pathetic.

- It's so pathetic.

Preston Meyers?

Dude, what's goin' on, man?

I'm so glad I got a chance to see you.

I know you're leaving tomorrow.

- I'm gonna miss you, man, you know.

- It's okay, man. Don't worry about it.

I was totally remembering the time

we were in the seventh grade...

and we mashed up our food

on our lunch trays...

and you paid me a dollar to eat it,

and I did.

- It was the best!

- Good time.

Hey, how ya been?

Hey, and what about that time

during softball practice...

when Ricky Feldman hit that line drive

and it hit you right in your nuts?

That was the funniest, man.

I just don't know what to say about it.

You remember the time on the field trip

to the meat packing plant...

and you, like, threw up

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