Heathers Page #6

VERONICA:

Pretend you're a missionary saving

a colony of cootie victims.

HEATHER CHANDLER

(giving in)

Whatever. I don't believe this. We're

going to a party at Remington University

tonight and we're brushing up our

conversation skills with the

scum of the school.

MARTHA DUNNSTOCK/DUMPTRUCK'S TABLE

Her sweaty lips moving rapidly, MARTHA anxiously reads the

note.

THE GEEKS' TABLE

The nervous GEEKS fidget and roughhouse each other in an

involuntarily immature reaction to their beautiful

interviewers.

GEEK WITH BRACES

No seriously, I'd probably go to

Egypt. With a girl.

BIG CYNIC:

Taking a hooker to the Pyramids on

the last day of Mankind. You

sentimental old fart.

BRACES:

Geez, forget it.

VERONICA:

What about you Rodney?

RODNEY:

(quietly to the others)

I told you she knew my name.

(beat of contemplation)

I'd change my life. New clothes.

New haircut. New house. New home.

HEATHER CHANDLER

How sad! Blowing all your cash on

two days of trying to be hip.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

VERONICA tugs HEATHER CHANDLER away from the table.

VERONICA:

If you're going to openly be a b*tch....

As HEATHER CHANDLER continues to guffaw, VERONICA again

catches sight of the JAMES DEANESQUE GUY. He wraps his fingers

around an egg and unfolds them back. The egg is gone. He

smiles. VERONICA smiles back.

Her trance is broken by a boisterous HEATHER MCNAMARA and

HEATHER DUKE who careen into the two pollsters.

HEATHER MCNAMARA

God, scan on Martha Dumptruck.

POV ON MARTHA:

MARTHA looks up from the note to the JOCKS' table and KURT

KELLY, then flustered, back down at the note.

HEATHER CHANDLER

This is the part I hate. The waiting.

I'd say we're like twenty minutes from

major humiliation. Come on, Veronica.

HEATHER CHANDLER floats off. A disturbed VERONICA takes a

moment to react.

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