Knives and Skin (2019) Movie Script

Carolyn, are you in there?
Are you listening
to your records?
Still doing your homework?
Are you still not talking to me?
Carolyn, open the door!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
We're not going out there.
- Come on.
- No.
Okay, fine.
We can do it here but..
...I wanna put my glasses
in the car.
Just put 'em in your pocket.
No way. They're brand new.
Mom would kill me if they broke.
Keep 'em on.
I don't care.
I do care.
I actually don't wanna see
what's about to happen.
I could be behind you.
I like it from the front.
You're such a nobody.
- Say my name.
- What?
What's my name?
With a C.
Ow! Fuck!
Now I can find you in the dark..
...if we get separated.
- No kissing on the mouth.
- Come on.
You're really good at it.
Better than my girlfriend.
I'm not kissing you
on the mouth.
That's not how you do it.
No, no, no, no, no, don't stop.
- I wanna go home.
- No, we're not finished yet.
- I changed my mind.
- No, you promised.
- I changed my mind.
- Just..
- What is wrong with you?
- I wanna go home!
Find your own way home.
Stupid slut.
- I hate you!
- I hate you too!
I hate you with all my heart
right now!
Don't leave me alone like this.
My glasses.
Mom's gonna be so mad at me.
Help me!
Help me.
Help me!
Where are you?
Her mom called my house last
night looking for her.
Yeah, mine too.
You know, if she doesn't
show up soon
we're gonna need a new drummer.
And a new name.
I like Beaver Fever
or Bride of Blackness.
Come on. She'll show up.
Nobody ever leaves this place.
Besides, she never really cared
about the band anyway.
She almost never comes
to practice.
Speaking of practice, I can't
get together tonight.
Told Mrs. Kitzmiller I'd help
her with an alteration.
Sewing more pretty
pink dresses?
You might need a pretty pink
dress one day, and when you do
don't ask me to make it.
Joanna, a woman called for you
last night
after you went to bed.
What woman?
She was looking
for her daughter
uh, a friend of yours.
Cory, Kelly?
We aren't really friends
Honey, what happened
to your face?
You should see the other guy.
Hey, you can talk to me
about anything.
- I love that shirt.
- I hate this shirt.
I gave you that shirt.
It glows in the dark.
No, it doesn't.
- You've tried it.
- No.
- Plus the tag is itchy.
- Then cut the tag out.
I would never cut the tag out.
That would ruin it.
Hey, Doug, will you pick up
some glue
the good glue on your way home?
Store closes at 5:00
and I won't be done at the
restaurant until 11:00.
Sia switched shifts with Winnie
'cause her ex-husband
keeps coming in for early bird.
He just sits at the end
of the counter
tears streaming down his face
which makes Winnie
start crying too.
He always orders the same thing,
an orange pop with extra ice
and a Denver omelet.
I'll pick up your glue.
The good glue.
Oh, honey, aren't you gonna eat?
Of course not.
Well, more for us,
right, Baby Kevin?
Baby Skylar?
Thought it was Doug Jr.
or Shelby.
Tell it you love it.
You love it.
I thought your dad lost his job.
He did.
- Colleen.
- Here.
- Joanna.
- Here.
- Jason.
- Here.
- April.
- Here.
- Afra.
- Here.
So, Ms. Laughton had her baby?
Uh, I'm not sure. I guess there
were some complications.
The office just asked me
to fill in
for a few weeks
while she's gone.
Do we have a test?
Mrs. Laughton thought
that you all might need
a couple extra days
to prepare considering recent
events with that girl.
So, no.
It says here no test today.
When I was in high school,
a girl went missing too.
Nobody knew where she was for,
like, a week.
And then all of a sudden,
her body washed up
on the bank of the river
during our senior picnic.
What was her name?
I don't remember.
What's the name
of your missing girl?
Please don't stop.
Finish the song.
We did.
It's over.
- Okay, that's enough.
- Five more seconds.
One send in the clowns,
two send in the clowns
three send in the clowns,
four send in the clowns
five send in the clowns.
What is your problem?
I don't like it
when you do that.
- Do what?
- Touch me.
- Well, how about you touch me?
- Why can't we just talk?
I don't wanna talk to you.
And don't fuck up my jacket.
My dad said we should keep
our eyes peeled
look for anything unusual.
Like what?
I don't know
but I... I'm gonna keep my eyes
straight ahead.
You can look around
but if you see something
come back for it later, okay?
I already feel like
I might barf.
What are you guys talking about?
Death? That seems unlikely.
Abducted, maybe.
Run away, probably.
Running away just seems so much
more stressful than staying put.
I mean, what could you
reasonably manage to take
in terms of weight and mass
versus what would be left behind
that had no chance of ruining
your reputation?
When you're gone, people go
through your stuff.
Maybe she's just fed up.
I heard she was hooking up with
one of the football players.
- Which one?
- Who cares?
They're all stupid assholes.
They all can't be stupid
We found this.
She's gonna need a new one.
Mind if I take a look around?
Okay, fine. You can look
but don't touch anything.
Okay, we're not supposed to be
in here.
She can't know
that we were in here.
How am I supposed to find
if I can't touch anything?
I'll touch it for you.
You seeing anybody?
I mean, is there anyone
new around
that she's trying to avoid?
There's no one.
It's just me.
What about her?
Is she seeing anyone?
She's not allowed to date
until she's 16.
Is she seeing anyone?
I think she might be hooking up
with someone.
Or someones.
Do you need anything?
I can have Renee send over
a casserole.
I don't think it's time yet
for casserole.
What do you think
is going on here?
Every moment... since 11:47 p.m.
on Friday when she was not where
she was supposed to be..
...I've thought,
"Where are you?"
It's that thought running over
and over in my head.
"Where are..
Where are you?"
I'm thinking it right now.
Where are you?
Where are you?
My God, where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where are you?
Oh, honey,
can you help me with this?
What is it?
I'm making a flyer
for that missing girl.
I saw the ones her mother's been
putting up and they're hideous.
I'm not done yet
but I'm gonna need you to make
a bunch of copies and just hang
them everywhere.
Dad thinks it might help.
You spelled her name wrong.
Oh. Well, I'm not gonna start
over now.
I worked really hard on this.
Hey, do you think this dress
makes me look fat?
The baby does.
I'm gonna dial star 6-7
and then I'm gonna dial 3-1-1
because this may or may not be
an emergency.
And then I'm gonna hand
the phone to you.
- You owe me.
- What do you want?
- Grass.
- Gr... Gr... Gramma.
It helps me connect
with my body.
I'm modeling again
for art students
at the community college.
- Nude modeling.
- Hm.
3-1-1, how may I help you?
She was alive when I left.
Carolyn Harper.
Does this hurt?
Charlotte's here.
Laurel's coming in
for a fitting today.
You know what to do.
I'll give you a manicure after.
I've got a new color for you.
It's called Bloodbath.
My mom usually starts at the
back by the zipper.
I know what I'm doing.
- Is she sick?
- What do you care?
I love this dress.
- What?
- I said I love this dress.
- Are you going to homecoming?
- No way.
Why not? Did the Swamp Thing ask
someone else?
Yes. You.
I'm in a serious relationship.
How serious?
Like, up the shirt?
Down the pants?
- Have you touched it?
- Of course.
All the time.
Have you touched it?
Duh. Like, constantly.
Don't worry. I won't tell anyone
what you just told me.
Wouldn't want people to think
you're a slut.
- I'm not a slut.
- Oh, so you're a tease.
I'm not a tease.
Well, if you aren't a cunty slut
and you aren't a bitchy tease
then what are you?
Huh? What are you?
I'm neither.
I'm nothing.
I'm nobody.
Yeah, me too.
So, why aren't you going to
I don't have anything to wear.
And homecoming is for dickheads.
I could loan you
something to wear
like a big black garbage bag.
Pink. I wear pink.
My favorite color is pink.
You're lying.
Smells like
fish and jizz in here
That's your vagina.
Get out!
Get out or I'll tell mom.
Yeah? Go! Tell mom.
Don't touch that doll, please.
One of her teeth fell out
earlier today
and I can't find it.
They're real teeth, you know?
How bad is it in here tonight?
Can you feel that?
Maybe it's the TV.
I could turn it off.
Is your father home?
What's he doing?
I don't know.
He's in the garage.
Where's gramma?
She's in Andy's room
watching porn, I think.
Could be home shopping.
No. Off. Off.
Get... get off!
What are you doing in there?
Planning my escape.
What's this?
I found a whole box of 'em
in the garage today
while I was looking for
my top hat.
I'm doing a kid's party
next weekend
and the trick with
the dead rabbit's
not as convincing
without the hat.
I did not find the hat.
But I found these.
And I found all my old
mix tapes.
You want 'em?
I don't have a tape player.
this is your mother's.
It was a present from me
many years ago.
She loved that thing.
Now there's no telling
what she loves.
I don't like messing
with her stuff.
No, no, no, no. Take it.
I won't tell her.
I used to tell her everything.
When are you gonna tell her
you lost your job?
- Shh.
- What do you do all day anyway?
Where do you go all dressed up
for work?
The quarry.
- Gross.
- No, it's... it's huge.
It's quiet.
I feel invisible, which is
basically how I felt at work
so it's, transition's been
pretty seamless.
Why? Where would you go?
I would go get another job.
I have another job.
- Show me something.
- Like what?
Make something move..
...that's not supposed to move
on its own.
Oh, I've never done that before.
Just try.
It's complicated.
- Dad.
- Alright.
Okay. Um..
Alright. Let me try again.
I guarantee you none of them
gave a shit about her
until she went missing.
- We didn't either.
- That's not true.
She and I were friends
in seventh grade.
We shoplifted matching
angora sweaters.
Black with read hearts
and a teddy bear.
I started my period
at her house.
Laurel and Charlotte were there
that night too.
I bled all over her Beauty
and the Beast comforter.
Laurel hadn't started
her period yet
and she just sat there
staring at the stain
until Mrs. Harper took
the whole thing outside
and hung it on the clothesline.
It stayed there for,
like, a week
until she just threw it out.
Menstrual blood really gets
in there.
No telling how many underwear
I've lost over the years.
My dog used to dig them
out of the trash.
Well, that was seventh grade.
Okay, well, you rode
the band bus with her
to away games all last year.
Yeah, but I ignored her
just like everyone else.
But why?
She wasn't an asshole.
she could be pretty mean.
So can you.
That's all we've got.
Settle down.
Settle down now.
As most of you know
Carolyn Harper's been missing
since Friday night and the
sheriff here would like
any information that
you might have.
Uh, if you know anything
or hear anything
let us know immediately.
As you can imagine,
her mother
Ms. Harper here is
very worried.
I'm gonna need another job
just to pay for these.
I'm not qualified to do
very much so..
I put more of these up
every day.
Nice ones.
Everywhere I go.
That's not cheap.
I don't want them to get hidden
among the lost cats and dogs
and ads for prescription
weight loss
and... some shitty
entertainment center
for sale type of thing.
She's missed three marching band
practices in a row.
She's gonna get kicked out.
I'm gonna, um..
I'm gonna get her an ice cream
cake for her birthday.
One of those expensive.. that.., plays a song.
Hi, Mrs. Harper.
How are you?
I'm a solid zero if not
less than.
How are you?
What's the smell?
I don't smell anything.
Roll up the window.
Oh, God. It's her.
She's here.
- I can smell her in here.
- Who?
My daughter Carolyn.
Where is she?
Where is she?
I don't know.
Take off your shirt.
Take off your shirt.
Where is she?
I don't know.
What do ya got?
Pastrami on rye with extra
mustard, macaroni salad
and a pickle.
I'd prefer a three-bean salad
and a small pop with no ice.
Do you want it or not?
Let me see.
Did you wash these?
Of course not.
Next time, no pale pink.
I hate a pale pink.
It's not really a pale pink.
- It's more of a dusty rose.
- Same thing.
I hate it. And I don't like
an underwire.
So do I give you a check
or a gas card?
Cash only.
You were warned!
All around, there is a sense
of death.
Let my voice
be a precaution forward.
I will rise..
...if only to hold you down.
Okay, that concludes the last
of the book reports.
Your next assignment
is to write a sonnet.
14 lines, iambic pentameter.
You must write about
some aspect of love
This is wrong.
This is wrong. Number 11.
I don't get it.
It's like you ace
all the really hard ones
and make small dumb mistakes
with all the others.
It's almost like
you're messing up on purpose.
Okay, the correct answer to
number 11
is blackbody radiation.
The correct answer to number 11.
It's blackbody radiation. Duh.
Would you pay attention.
This isn't fun for me.
I don't wanna be here
any more than you.
I kinda look forward to it,
Ah, that's a good color on you.
It's called rotting corpse.
- Hi.
- Hi.
What are you working on?
Oh, a story problem.
It's kind of complicated.
A... a set of double Xs and...
Let me see.
You touched her.
She touched you.
All the way?
How was that?
It was okay.
Do you want to see it?
Do you wanna touch it?
She's a good kisser.
You kissed her?
On the mouth?
Mrs. Harper.
Don't talk.
I need to tell you
something else.
Don't talk.
I really hate it
when you take so long.
It's really hard
on my carpel tunnel
not to mention my TMJ.
I get distracted by your ring.
I'm careful
not to let it stack.
No, no, no, no.
It's not that.
It's, it makes me
think about your husband.
Sometimes I think
about him too.
What do you think
about him?
What do you think about him?
I don't know.
I wonder what he's doing.
If he's thinking of you
or he's worried about you
he wonders where you are.
What do you think about?
I think about, you know,
being with him.
- Sex?
- Yeah.
- Jesus.
- I can't help it.
It's just I..
It's been a while.
You love him, don't you?
Yeah. Always.
Does he love you?
I don't know.
You need new clothes.
I like it like this.
If you need some extra money,
you could probably sell my meds
to your friends at school.
I'm making good money
on my own.
I sell underwear.
Fancy stuff?
- Do you wash 'em?
- No.
Nobody wants to buy
clean underwear.
Who buys dirty underwear?
Builders, bankers
lawyers, doctors
dads, my history teacher.
- Disgusting.
- I try not to judge.
Your fingernails are disgusting.
Let me do them.
They're gross.
So trashy.
I should've been a manicurist.
They hold hands for a living.
I used to be really good
at holding hands.
I wouldn't want that job.
I'm not much of a
hand-holding kind of person.
What kind of
person are you?
I'm a good liar.
How much did
you make tonight?
Enough for half
of an illegal abortion
or early admit deadline
to Sarah Lawrence.
Well, what's your plan?
I can't tell ya.
It's a surprise.
You'll have to see it
to believe it.
What do you got?
Drunk tampons.
Vodka with a splash
of cranberry for drama.
Give me one.
I'm starving.
- You don't eat it.
- I know that.
I'm gonna trade it for
a hamburger at the snack bar.
It's not a freebie.
Ladies and gentlemen,
do not forget
to take advantage...
I have a very old condom,
I was saving it for the new kid
but there isn't a new kid.
You can try on my costume.
I'm very particular
about that.
I got it.
What about..
Where did you get this?
My mom gave it to me.
Get ready, folks.
The second half
is about to start
as the Big River Beavers
take the field.
Let's go Beavers!
Let's go Beavers!
Sammy Barber
of the Prairie Bulldogs
completes the pass to Jim
at the 25 yard line
second down.
Let's go Beavers!
Let's go Beavers!
Let's go Beavers!
The Beavers started
their own 40.
First attempt.
Beaver's quarterback
Danny Luston
completes a pass to Sid Turner
for a first down.
Probably there won't be a later
seein' as nobody passes
in this game.
I was supposed to
sing the song tonight.
She smells like this.
What have you done with her?
Please don't be mad at me.
You tell me where she is!
Beavers touchdown!
Can I try that on?
- Help me.
- What?
Help me. Help me. Help me!
Okay. Okay.
If you find something,
stay with it
and yell, "Something"
as loudly as you can.
If you find Carolyn,
stay with her.
If she's okay, yell,
"I need the knife!"
as loudly as you can.
If she's not okay,
yell, "Give me some skin!"
as loudly as you can.
If you get lost or separated
or just feel like
you need some help
yell, "Girls just wanna
have fun!"
- Carolyn!
- Carolyn!
- Carolyn!
- Carolyn!
- Carolyn!
- Carolyn!
Wait, wait, wait.
Stay here with me.
I'm not wearing
the right shoes for this.
You need to pull it together.
Do I?
You know where
your children are.
- What are you doing here?
- Carolyn!
- Carolyn!
- Carolyn!
It's Carolyn's dress.
I'm wearing her bra too.
I must look ridiculous.
It's just a little fancy
for the occasion.
- Carolyn!
- Carolyn!
- Carolyn!
- Carolyn!
- Carolyn!
- Carolyn!
- Carolyn!
- Carolyn!
- Carolyn!
- Carolyn!
- Carolyn!
- Carolyn!
- Carolyn!
- Carolyn!
- Ah!
- Oh!
Do you have it?
Do you?
It's worse than it looks.
I love you..
...Kevin or Skylar,
whoever you are.
Daddy loves you very much.
"For if the darkness
and corruption
"leave a vestige of
the thoughts that once I had
"better by far
that you should forget and smile
than you should remember
and be sad."
Okay, have a good day, guys.
Sonnets can be about
anything you love except
for your phone.
Hey, how's your sonnet
coming along?
I don't know.
It's okay, I guess.
I'm having a hard time
writing about love.
Haven't you ever been in love?
Been in like?
Well, yeah, but nobody wants to
read a poem about like.
I would.
Like can be very powerful.
Say you like someone
just a little bit at first.
You're drawn
to something small about them
the way they stare at you
in class maybe
and you start to get curious.
You wonder what it would be
like to be alone with her.
You can't smoke in here.
You gonna tell on me?
Hey, Charlotte, wait.
Look, I'm really sorry about
what happened in the hallway.
Hey, I'm sorry.
But I need to ask you something.
You're a stupid asshole.
You look great.
I like your hat.
Can I get you a beer?
I like your place.
Wow, you have a lot of books
and records.
How long have you been here?
About a year.
I used to live
with my girlfriend
but it didn't work out.
Oh, what happened?
I met someone else.
Are you gonna be okay?
What's this about?
This is shit.
We are shit.
I mean, you pay attention to me.
You say my name.
You, you touch me.
Nobody else does that.
But this is a shit move
and I have to stop making
shit moves.
I'm the shittiest
part of your life.
It's not personal.
You can't leave me.
Renee, I care about you.
I... I do, but... but I'm not
Not that dumb.
This is your problem.
It's not mine.
But you are that dumb.
You're so fucking dumb.
Please get out of my car.
I want all my stuff back.
I don't have any of your stuff.
Please just get out.
I hear your
band needs a drummer.
There is no band.
Wait. You were right.
About what?
I was messing up on purpose.
I know that number 11 was
blackbody radiation.
So you were wasting my time.
No. I mean, I hope
I'm not a waste of your time.
Not a total waste.
Well, in that case,
I have to ask you something.
Would you go to
homecoming dance with me?
- No.
- W... why not?
Homecoming is for dickheads.
No, no, not this year.
You see, last year
was for the dickheads.
This year
is for the stupid assholes.
Are you calling me
a stupid asshole?
- No.
- Like, is this a joke?
I just can't.
Why not?
I don't like to dance.
Well, there's usually a fair
amount of slow dancing
which is mostly like
standing around.
And you're excellent
at standing around.
I don't have anything to wear.
Can I go to a party tonight?
- Whose party?
- Just some guy from school.
- Do you have a ride?
- Yeah.
What do I get if I say yes?
What do you want?
I want my underwear back.
I can't do that.
Uh, you could give me
a manicure.
Right now?
It's not really
that kind of a party.
Sit on the bed, actually.
That, that chair's broken.
So what's that?
Do you like it?
Not really.
Do you want a beer?
Uh, no, thank you.
No books?
No. What'd you tell your mom
and dad you were doing tonight?
I told my mom
I was going to a party.
Do you live here alone?
Does your girlfriend
live here too?
No, it's just me
and my parents.
Why are you
so tough with her?
I told her she
could go to the party.
That's not what I meant.
I know.
Look, your path is your path
however, you've got nothing
but sharp turns ahead.
There's just no telling
what's coming along next
and very little can ever be
truly undone.
You have purpose
and your might is measured
by what you do now.
So... what do I do now?
You gotta wise up then rise up.
Push through this bullshit
with everything you've got.
You must fuckin'
get over it all.
The pink ones make my mom sick
to her stomach
so I'm pretty sure
those are for pain.
The big white ones
are muscle relaxers.
The blue ones are her
and the beige ones
are for weight loss.
Not that you need those exactly.
I'm not sure about the dosage.
How much?
First one's on me.
First one's on you.
Get off. Get off!
Open the door.
Open the door!
You just have to push it in
first and then pull it out.
What happened back there?
It was nothing.
Sex or drugs?
Got any?
That's what your mother needs
instead of all that other junk.
She wasn't always like this,
you know?
I know.
You're a scrappy little bitch.
You remind me of myself.
I know that sounds cliche
and I hate cliches
more than I hate
a selfish lover, for instance.
One should not underestimate
You will not die from this.
It will almost kill you.
But you'll survive.
You're gonna be okay. Okay?
Look at me. Joanna.
You're gonna be okay.
What time is
your mom picking you up?
Like, ten minutes ago.
Hey, mom.
You have to drive.
Mom, I don't even have
my permit yet.
Drive the car!
Hey, where are you going?
I'm going home.
Get back in the car.
Mom, stop that.
- Stop!
- Come on.
- Let go!
- Ah!
Give me some skin.
Give me some skin!
Ah. Ah..
Ah, uh..
She's barely recognizable
except for the teeth.
I know those teeth.
We're pretty certain
it was an accident
combined with heart failure.
She's young for a heart
condition, of course
but life can gut a person.
Can I stay in here tonight?
I don't want her to be alone.
I have to check on that.
Can I have her phone?
I'd like to have her phone.
We can't release that yet.
What about her glasses?
We didn't find any glasses.
Oh, okay.
Oh, my God.
You owe us an apology.
Was that even dad's fake baby?
Of course.
Say something.
What are you thinking?
You look like you're thinking
about something.
What is this about?
"Star Wars."
The movie?
The part where hologram
Princess Leia ask for help.
Come in.
My mom made this.
It's a lasagna and garlic bread.
Beef stew with biscuits.
I'm not at all sure
what this is.
You guys doin' okay?
- Yes.
- Yes.
Are you lying?
- Yes.
- Yes.
Sometimes I can still feel her
moving inside of me
like before her birth
which was unremarkable
aside from the mess.
I didn't even wanna touch her
when she first came out.
And now all I wanna do
is be able to hold her again.
People keep asking me
how I'm doing.
It's really annoying.
But I know eventually,
they'll stop asking
so I'm trying
not to be an asshole about it.
I don't know
what the fuck I'm doing.
What if I stop being able
to remember her accurately?
Like her crooked little toe
her terrible handwriting
her smell.
You girls, you should take
something of hers
so that you don't forget.
Take whatever you want.
I used to worry about her
so much when she wasn't with me.
It's the most crippling kind
of worry.
I suppose there'll be less
of that worry now.
There's so much regret.
I never asked her
what kind of funeral she wanted.
I never asked.
And so now what?
I'm useless.
Mrs. Harper, that's not true.
You taught us how to sing.
You can sing?
What is going on with you?
I've called you.
I've left messages.
Leave me alone.
- Seriously?
- Seriously.
Leave me alone.
You can't break up with me.
You treat girls like shit.
I'm Varsity first team
all-district for four years
and I drive a Mustang.
You treat girls like shit.
Why are you being
such a bitch right now?
I'm not a bitch.
I'm not a slut
and I'm not a tease.
You treat girls like shit.
I want my jacket back.
"A sweet delusion
of parted lips
"and for this task
"a blind eclipse of those things
"that once passed for lust.
"Sworn with whispered words
we forge a new weapon idea."
Who's next?
I'll go.
"Hey, Jo, we cool?
"I need some more blue ones.
"Those are the dollar sign
"I thought about you long
and hard after you left.
"Or was it hard and long?
"I hope you don't mind.
"I could not help myself.
"Your mouth looked so hot
when you said, "Get off."
"BTW voulez-vous coucher avec
moi ce soir
is an example of iambic
Okay, that doesn't really fit
the theme of the assignment.
You gonna fail me?
Should I show the picture?
Yo! Jesse's on the roof!
What are you doing up there?
Get down here right now!
Don't jump!
Don't jump!
Mom likes you best!
There's never been
a better Beaver than you!
I don't think you're up there
high enough.
You'll probably just
break both legs
which would really interfere
with cross-country.
Unless you went down
head-first like a swan dive!
Jesse! Please don't jump!
You'll make a mess down here
and it's already
such a fucking mess down here!
I'm not going to jump!
Then what are you doing
up there?
I like the view!
Do not be a smartass.
You are really freaking us out!
I'm being serious!
From up here, I can see
the highway in the distance.
It's really far
but I can see it.
I need to know
there's a way out of this place.
Get down from there right now!
Get down from there
or you're all suspended!
I prefer a three-bean salad
and a small pop with no ice!
Look, Mrs. Kitzmiller
has a strict policy
against returns.
- Take it.
- No.
Take it.
I don't need it but you might.
By the way, homecoming
is still for dickheads.
At least now you'll have
something to wear.
You know all that stuff
I told you?
I lied.
- Up the shirt?
- No.
Down the pants?
Have you ever touched it?
What about you?
I saw one once by accident.
What did it look like?
Why do you wear that shirt
if the tag is so itchy?
It's nice.
Nicer than
any of my other shirts.
Is he gone?
Yeah. He just picked up
the last of the boxes
you put in the driveway.
He left a few things behind.
He fucked up.
But so did I.
It feels good in here today.
It's not too bad.