She's All That

Simon ! Simon,

I got your breakfast.

- [ Knocking ]

- Simon, you up ?

Give me a couple of minutes.

[ Pounding ] Simon Boggs,

there are children in Mexico...

who've already been up for three hours

making clothes for corporate America.

- Leave me alone.

- That's it. I'm spitting in your juice.

- [ Hawking ]

- [ Groaning ]

I got a big loogie,

and I'll spit it right in your juice.

[ Hawking ]

[ Sucks Up Saliva ]

Good morning.

Good morning, Laney.

[ Boy On Radio ]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, earthquakes,

spring break is officially over.

Only two months left

at Harrison High till summer vacation.

Till then, here's

a little welcome back music.

Okay, I got a pump replacement

this afternoon...

out in Manhattan Beach.

So I'll try not to be late

picking you guys up.

- Laney ?

- Got it, Dad.

Have a good day, pumpkin-nose.

[ Girls Giggling ]

[ Girl #1 ]

I know.

- [ Girl #2 ] Hey, Zack.

- Hey.

- [ Girl #3 ] Hi.

- Hello.

What's happening, Connie ?

He spoke to me.

- He called you Connie.

- So ?

Your name is Melissa.

- Hey, Jesse.

- Hey, Laney.

See that Dateline on sewage dumpers

last night ? I taped it.

- What happened to dropping

ten pounds before graduation ?

- I'm looking into it.

- Jesse, do not eat that.

- Twinkie Lite, see ?

- Hey, yo !

- Hey, what's up, Siler ?

- What's up, Preston ?

- What's up, bitch ?

How's it going, man ?

Hey, guys, check it.

Guess who jammed

a 30-year-old flight attendant...

at 25,000 feet

en route to Cancun ?

- Bullshit.

- I swear to God.

Come on, man. How was Vail ?

Fine. You know, skiing with

my parents, whatever. It was cool.

Cool ?

Has it occurred to anyone

that we have eight weeks left

in our high school careers ?

Shit. Only like

every five minutes.

Well, it's weird, you know ?

See, I'm driving through the gate

this morning, and it hit me.

Suddenly tomorrow is not just tomorrow.

It's like the future, you know ?

- No.

- Hey, guys, check it.

Then could I please speak to somebody

who doesn't have his head up his ass ?

Well, well, well, check

who's back from spring break...

looking all fine and shit.

Dean, on behalf

of every black person, shut up.

- Scusi ! On the phone here.

- How you doing, baby ?

Yes, I'll hold. Get off me.

Hey, you guys seen Taylor ?

Um, no.

- What ?

- Taylor ? My girlfriend ?

Yeah, come on, you know.

- Tall, kind of yells at everybody.

- No. Why ?

Why ? Uh, I don't know.

Maybe because I haven't spoken to her

since you guys left for Daytona.

Excuse me.

- Hey, party people.

- Hi, Taylor.

Oh, my gosh,

I've got total Diet Coke mouth.

- Does anybody have any gum ?

- [ Girls ] I got it. Me too. Here.

[ Bell Rings ]

Listen, Zack, I've been

doing some thinking.

I'm sorry. This just

isn't working for me anymore.

New tattoo ?

Damn.

So you show up after a week with

a tattoo and suddenly wanna break up ?

What happened in Florida, Taylor ?

Look, if you wanna

torture yourself--

Oh, whatever. Okay.

So we're at this club one night

and Chandler gets totally plowed,

and she starts making out

with this old guy for like

20 minutes on the dance floor.

Well, imagine our surprise

when this old guy turns out

to be Warren G.'s hairdresser.

- Isn't he gay ?

- Whatever.

So he sets us up with passes to

the spring break beach house, so we go.

- [ R&B ]

- [ Deejay ] Hey, hey.

What's up ? How's it going ?

Welcome to spring break, live from

the beach house of Daytona, Florida.

Beautiful weather, slammin' bands...

and, of course, 300 relative

strangers from all around

this great nation of ours,

[ Laughing ]

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