Some Kind Of Wonderful Page #6

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Look, I gotta get home.|I really do.

I'm sorry.

No, I understand.|That's fine, that's fine.

I'll see you later.

Can I have a ride?

What happened|to Prince Charming?

Come on.

- It's okay?|- Come on!

- There's no door.|- Get in.

- Are you in?|- Yes.

So, where are we going?

Home.

- Where's that?|- "D" Street.

It's around the corner from...|under the bridge from my house.

Those are nice earrings.

Oh, thank you.|They're not mine.

I borrowed them from Shayne.

They're real.

What?

Amanda, isn't there something|you wanted to say to...

I'm sorry.|What's your name again?

- Keith.|- Oh, yeah, Keith.

You wanna back out of the date?

No... I mean, if you want out,|I'll understand.

I wouldn't have asked you out|if I didn't want to go.

I don't want out.|Do you?

No.

It's the white house on the left.

- Well, thank you.|- My pleasure.

- You okay?|- Yeah.

- Bye.|- Bye.

Thanks.

Well, that was swift.

I gave you a perfect window|to throw him out of, and you went limp.

Look, maybe you can do|something like that, but I can't.

At least not in cold blood.

Then I guess you got yourself|a new boyfriend.

Hi, guys.|Did you come by to see my brother?

Oh, my God.

What? No.

I mean,|we just dropped him home.

He told you we live here?

He is so modest.|He kills me.

I suppose|he didn't mention anything...

about our ancestral estate|in Scotland...

or our apartment in Paris.

So modest.

Hi, ass-face.

- I just saw your girlfriend out front.|- Did she say anything to you?

Well, that's for me to know|and you to find out.

- Mom! Let go!|- Tell me!

Look, how far are you going?

- The nearest gas station.|- Oh. Wonderful.

How far is that?|Russia or something?

Don't worry about it.|You're young.

Not anymore.

Look, you'd better give me|your phone number after this.

- How you doing?|- All right.

- You nervous about something?|- No. No.

- You look nervous. You okay?|- I'm fine.

Do you always|come to school this early?

- No. Do you?|- Never.

So why today?

I wanted to talk to you.

About?

Not about art. Look, I'm|totally cool with the situation.

I was looking for a way out of the thing|with Amanda. You saved me a tough talk.

I'm supposed to|believe this, right?

It's true.

I don't want Amanda hating me.|I don't want anybody hating me.

So I'd appreciate|you doing me a favor.

I don't know your plans for Saturday,|but I'd like you to swing by my place.

I'm having a party.|My parents are in Europe.

You're inviting me|to your house?

Yeah, I invited a lot of people.|Is something wrong?

- Gee, I don't know. You tell me.|- There's nothing wrong on my end.

You got an inferiority complex|or something?

I've known Amanda a long time,|and I'd like to keep it that way.

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