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with our final presentations in poetry.

Who's next in the alphabet?

Let's see here.

You're next, Gary Cooter.

Do I have to, Miss Burnfart?

Read us your poem, Gary.

Or your next year will be

your fourth as a senior.

This is a poem about something

that's pretty important to me

and that I get real confused about a lot.

It's called Chicks.

"Chicks

"Sometimes I feel like

I'm so much above them

"And sometimes

I feel like I'm so much below them"

Oh, God.

"Sometimes, I hate them

"And sometimes, I love them"

Barney.

Barney.

"But if I was a cave man

I think I'd just club them"

All right.

Thank you, Gary.

Barney, what do you think

of Gary's poem?

What's the... What's the problem, Barney?

Are you hiding something?

Shall we continue?

Oh, Barney.

When may I see my orchids?

Anytime, Mr. Coolidge.

Just let me know ahead of time

so I can straighten up.

It's quite messy in there.

All right, I'll do that.

Let's make it soon, shall we?

Hey, Barn, you feeling okay?

- You seem sort of out of it.

- What?

Oh. Yeah, yeah, I'm okay, Peyton.

Jane looks kind of cute today.

Sure does.

Hey, watch this.

All you need is a good opening line.

It all hinges on the first seven seconds.

- It's in the Valley. It's the best...

- Did they card you?

Yes, they did, but I had my fake,

so it was no problem.

They'll probably card you.

Hi, Jane. Can I talk to you a minute?

Sure.

It's kind of private.

Okay.

Who you going to the prom with, Barney?

I don't know yet.

Why don't you go

with one of your mice friends?

So, what's this all about?

Saturday night.

Dinner and a flick. We'll have a blast.

Cut the crap. You know I'm going out

with Robert Wolcott.

He's pre-law at Tee Winkle College.

Why should I go out with you?

Well, I'm pre-rich, pre-famous

and pre-powerful.

You act like pre-school,

and that's a little immature for me.

Wow!

What the hell's going on here?

Nobody touched her, swear to God.

Well, what's she screaming for, punk?

Nothing's going on, Robert.

He didn't touch me.

The wind blew it open. That's all.

Nothing happened, really.

He just wishes.

I catch you near her again,

and I'll break your face.

No problem, Rob.

Let's get out of here, Robert.

What are you, some kind of pervert?

- It must have shrunk.

- Get in the car.

If I ever catch you doing

anything like that again,

except when we're alone, I'll...

I didn't do it.

How do you suppose that happened?

I don't know.

I guess it was the wind.

You know, like she said.

Yeah.

Well, Barn,

you wanna get something to eat?

Oh, no. Not really.

I think I'm gonna go back into the lab.

- Well, I guess I'll see you later then, huh?

- Right. See you.

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