Drive Me Crazy Page #5

She's not home.

Okay, bye.

# yeah, yeah, yeah #

# Ooh, when I wake up #

# And open my eyes #

# I try my best #

- # To make the time... #

- Moron.

One eyebrow.

Taking Georgia Ann Warner.

Failed health.

Taking Sue.

Taking Dee Vine.

# Sweet memory #

# In a picture of you,

all my memories #

# Someday a story... #

Refers to himself

as the de-virginator.

# In a picture of you #

# And a picture of me #

# Ooh-ooh, yeah #

# I try, but I still see your face #

# Hammering on the screen... #

(ringing)

Chase:

Give it up, bonehead.

Princess Leia ain't coming.

Take me to centennial, Chase.

Nicole?

- How'd you get this number?

- I remembered it.

Take me?

- You're drunk.

- I'm desperate.

Oh, well,

when you put it that way.

(scoffs) you're not offended,

so don't pretend to be.

My guess... you're intrigued.

- I am?

- Word's out, Dulcie dropped you.

- Yeah, well...

- Well, you have a tiny idea how I feel.

Look, I know you probably

don't give a damn

about the centennial or me,

and that's fine,

but starting Monday,

I'm gonna be treated like

the biggest loser ever at Time Zone.

The same girls dishing out

fake sympathy

will be laughing behind my back.

Some of them will try

to set me up out of pity,

but I'll know every time I walk

in a room and it gets suddenly quiet,

they were just talking about

my monumental failure.

We can save each other

from disgrace.

Each other?

What's in it for me?

If you have to ask,

you're not as smart

as you think you are.

you need to sleep on it,

get back to me.

(beeps)

- (thuds)

- (cat yowls, hisses)

(sighs)

(over phone)

Hey, it's Dulcie.

If you want me to get back to you,

leave three ways that high school sucks.

(beeps)

There's the rampant homophobia,

no pep rallies for the debate team,

which leads to the greater issue,

I'm sure,

of the highly fascist nature

of pep rallies in general,

speeches, saluting banners.

I think you see

where I'm going with this.

And finally, it sucks

because when you break up

with someone,

you can't escape them,

and it kills you

to see them every day.

Dulcie, call me tonight.

- I don't care what time...

- (beeps)

(sighs)

(birds chirping)

Let's agree on an easy-out clause.

Obviously.

We can't do this halfway.

you know, if we expect

people to buy it,

it's gotta feel real

through and through.

That makes sense.

If you really wanna get Dulcie back,

it's gonna require

some severe measures.

Define "severe."

To start, you can't wear

anything you own.

Probably not.

Not and...

we need to clean you up.

How up are we talking about?

Listen, Chase,

to make an impact,

you have to go to extremes.

Let's do it.

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