Rocket Science Page #5

and listen to an old couple

work on their marriage

through some music therapy?

I'm upstairs!

Uh, uh...

uh, no thanks.

Not... not... not today.

I have a request in for binoculars

for my 12th birthday, so...

we'll see about that.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Who, uh...

who is that?

Beats me. Hey, do you know

if she wears a bra?

Wanna see a bra?

Yeah, uh... I should...

I should really...

I should... should...

I should really probably

go home now, Lewis.

Okay.

Uh, Judge Pete?

Judge Pete?

Your Honor?

- Hm?

- Do you...

know any, uh,

do you know any lawyers...

great lawyers who

can't talk very well?

Not... not fluent,

but yet great lawyers

whose clients don't end

up getting the chair?

Uh...

Oh, there's a bailiff with

a prosthetic leg.

What are

you thinking, Laverne?

Hi.

I, uh... I talked

to Ms...

to Mrs...

which is it, anyway?

To... to uh...

to the coach,

and, um,

I'm... I'm... I'm gonna

come inside for debate prep now,

uh, thanks to you.

Someone took something

of mine.

I had a locket. I had

a 24-karat gold deco locket

with two pictures inside.

Is this ringing any bells?

One was of me, the other

was of someone else...

a boy, of sorts.

What's a...

a deco?

My mother believes that one

of her pseudo friends stole it,

because he, or even she,

is secretly a pedophile

and wanted the locket

to stare into or suck on

or utilize for other

specific erotic purposes.

But I told her that

I have this hunch...

I have this

womanly hunch

that it was taken out of my

backpack by someone at P.H.S.

It's like I sensed it leaving

my presence. Just an ounce...

but a burning ounce

as it left my person.

Well, I don't... I don't think

that the pedophile thing could be true.

Not that I, uh, even really

know anything about that.

But, I just don't

believe that anyone

would really think

of you like that.

Like what?

I mean, just, uh,

sexually, I mean.

That's the worst thing

anyone's ever said to me.

- Wait, no!

- I can't believe you said that.

No no, I didn't...

no...

I never should have

asked you to join the team.

God only knows

what I was thinking.

But, I didn't...

no...

Earl.

Thief.

- Yes?

- L...

here, I...

I stole it.

Shouldn't you be

at school?

- You took the locket, you weaselhead!

- Get out!

You left my theft box

a sh*t-faced mess.

Don't ever touch

the stuff I steal!

I mean it!

I steal it, it's mine!

You should put that on

your business card!

I'm gonna tan your hide,

you fake thief!

You God-awful

make-believe thief!

Judge Pete is gonna

lock you up.

Get your own

motherf'ing plan!

If you tell anyone

I stole it,

I'm going to wipe my ass with your

Chapstick,

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