Molly Maxwell

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Whoa! Unidentified flying object

And spin up. Woo!

B-girl, you got some sick moves.

Yeah, she could probably do something nuts.

Oh, yeah? Try this.

Everyone knows they've got

bigger fish to fry than breakdancing, okay?

Yeah, I've got, like...

Tunas to fry.

Wow...

I found literally the best dress at Grandma's.

So good, right?

Don't worry, Molly, I brought you a dress.

No need. I'm going for my Gothic Little Bo Peep.

Okay, well, you can't, 'cause that's Alicia's thing.

Though you would look good with some cheek piercings.

No one's doing that right now.

Uh, Molly, a word?

Do you want me to clear out?

No, it's cool, Ben.

We're all stuck on this planet together.

So, alien,

banjo, graphic-novelling and now breakdance.

You were completely devoted to each of these.

I was.

And then I wasn't

Ben, you should hear this girl play banjo.

Clawhammer?

I know, I know.

I'm the next Mclfokie Slaughter.

Come see me Monday with a plan.

If you don't like the electives on offer,

you can pick anything in the entire universe.

A parallel universe, even.

But you'd better do if quickly,

because it's freqkin' March.

Leaf broccoli?

Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts,

unsex me here.

And fill me from the crown to the foe,

top-full of direst cruelty.

A bold interpretation, Alicia.

I can't believe I hooked up with her

during her bi-curious phase.

Molly Maxwell.

Think you can top that?

I have a sore throat.

Come on, Molly, don't do the boring slacker thing with me.

She's not a slacker, okay?

She has a genius IQ, FYI.

Right. I forgot everyone of Phoenix

is a precious snowflake.

Please just be ready for next time.

I have it in my teeth.

Ow. Yeah, you actually drew blood that time,

I promise you.

Well, beauty is pain.

Um... okay, if says to just put it on your tongue.

Okay... one for you.

Say, "Ah!"

Molly, are you okay?

Hello? Genius.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and Tomorrow,

creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

to the lCIS'l' syllable of recorded time;

and all our yesterdays have lighted fools

the way 10 dusty death. Out, out, brief candle.

Life's but a walking shadow,

a poor player, that struts and frets his hour

upon the stage, and then is heard no more.

It is a tale fold by can idiot,

full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

9.4 seconds.

Wow.

Oh, it's you again.

So, what are you on?

Acid, but I'm not a slacker.

Kids still do acid?

I kinda came out here to be alone, so...

All right.

What you need to do is find a safe place

to go and enjoy it.

I know right now it might feel like

you're never gonna be normal again,

that you're gonna spend the rest of your life

trapped in some guest bathroom seeing elves

climbing up the wallpaper, but...

you'll come down eventually.

Hi. I'm Ben Carter.

I'm Molly's English teacher.

Evan Maxwell.

She's not in any trouble, is she?

No, just a little bit too much Red Bull, I think.

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Maxwell.

No sleepover tonight?

Sh*t!

What if we've been permanently altered by this?

I think we should just stay in this fort forever.

Yeah, let's never leave.

What's the big deal, Raymond?

I have a decent average.

True. But the elective program

is what makes Phoenix so special.

Have you ever thought that maybe everyone at this school

is a little too special?

No, I haven't

You know, Molly,

this planet isn't made for every alien,

but I, for one, would be very disappointed

if it turned out that regular school

was a better match for you than Phoenix.

No! I'll just...

I'll figure something out by tomorrow, okay?

- Okay

- Okay

That's my favourite star child.

Okay.

What did Raymond want?

Well, you know,

I'm just getting a Prodigy of the Year award.

You know, Tafiana thinks

I have a real shot at this Fairfax school.

It's almost impossible to get on audition.

Call me later, okay?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hi.

What are you listening to?

Paint Thinners.

You heard of them before?

Yeah.

They're on my dad's label.

Maxwell Music.

Maxwell Music.

That's pretty cool.

Yeah.

So?

You solve the great elective conundrum yet?

No, but Raymond has threatened to kick me out of school

if I don't pick something.

So pick something.

I can't find the right thing.

It's just an elective.

All right, well, I saw you were

taking pictures at the dance

before you had that little meltdown.

Maybe you could do something with that.

They were just stupid pictures of my friends.

Lorry Wallace got famous

taking pictures of his friends.

Is if any worse than painting Unicorns,

or making paper sculptures and setting them on fire?

What was that class called?

Art Therapy.

I like unicorns.

Who doesn't?

That way, next to Crack Whore Alley?

Crock whores are a photographer's dream.

Yeah, okay. See you.

Hey, alien.

This whole elective thing doesn't have

to be some big life crisis, all right?

Just pick something that you don't hate,

and do it, and get Raymond off your back.

But I have to pick something I can be great at.

For Christ's sake, you're 16!

You don't have to have a retrospective at MoMA next year.

It's still just high school, no matter what Phoenix says.

Good night, Molly.

'Night.

Hey

I have to meet Caitlin of the studio,

and your dad has a label thing, with Heidi, so...

can you watch Aiden for me?

I can stay by myself!

At school today, I saw an owl barf up a skeleton.

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