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You were right. She's still pissed. |
Sweet love, renew thy force! |
Man don't say shit like that to me. People can hear you. |
Hey there. Tired of breathing? |
Hi. |
Cool pictures. You a fan? |
Yeah. I guess. |
You think? |
Oh yeah. |
Macbeth, right? |
Right. |
Kat a fan, too? |
Yeah... |
Katarina Stratford. My, my. You've been terrorizing Ms. Blaise again. |
Expressing my opinion is not a terrorist action. |
Well, yes, compared to your other choices of expression this year, today's events are quite mild. By the way, Bobby Rictor's gonad retrieval operation went quite well, in case you're interested. |
I still maintain that he kicked himself in the balls. I was merely a spectator. |
The point is Kat people perceive you as somewhat ... |
Tempestuous? |
No ... I believe "heinous bitch" is the term used most often. |
Am I supposed to feel better? Like, right now? Or do I have some time to think about it? |
Just smack her now. |
I know. |
I thought we decided you were going to school here. At U of 0. |
You decided. |
This from someone whose diary is devoted to favorite grooming tips? |
Enough! |
My insurance does not cover PMS |
Then tell them I had a seizure. |
Is this about Sarah Lawrence? You punishing me? |
I thought you were punishing me. |
Why can't we agree on this? |
Because you're making decisions for me. |
As a parent, that's my right |
So what I want doesn't matter? |
You're eighteen. You don't know what you want. You won't know until you're fortyfive and you don't have it. |
I want to go to an East Coast school! I want you to trust me to make my own choices. I want |
Was that your sister? |
Yeah. She left with some bikers Big ones. Full of sperm. |
Funny. |
I don't understand the allure of dehydrated food. Is this something I should be hip to? |
No, Daddy. |
So tell me about this dance. Was it fun? |
Parts of it. |
Which parts? |
The part where Bianca beat the hell out of some guy. |
Bianca did what? |
What's the matter? Upset that I rubbed off on her? |
No impressed. |
You know, fathers don't like to admit that their daughters are capable of running their own lives. It means we've become spectators. Bianca still lets me play a few innings. You've had me on the bleachers for years. When you go to Sarah Lawrence, I won't even be able to watch the game. |
When I go? |
Oh, Christ. Don't tell me you've changed your mind. I already sent 'em a check. |
I mean Woman. How ya doin'? |
Sweating like a pig, actually. And yourself? |
There's a way to get a guy's attention. |
My mission in life. |
Pick you up Friday, then |
Oh, right. Friday. |
The night I take you to places you've never been before. And back. |
Like where? The 7Eleven on Burnside? Do you even know my name, screwboy? |
I know a lot more than that |
You hate me don't you? |
I don't really think you warrant that strong an emotion. |
Then say you'll spend Dollar Night at the track with me. |
And why would I do that? |
Come on the ponies, the flat beer, you with money in your eyes, me with my hand on your ass... |
You covered in my vomit. |
Seventhirty? |
Are you following me? |
I was in the laundromat. I saw your car. Thought I'd say hi. |
Hi |
You're not a big talker, are you? |
Depends on the topic. My fenders don't really whip me into a verbal frenzy. |
hey. Great show, huh? |
KAT +++$+++ |
Excuse me? |
That's what you want, isn't it? |
Do you mind? You're sort of ruining it for me. |
You know, these guys are no Bikini Kill or The Raincoats, but they're right up there. |
You know who The Raincoats are? |
Why, don't you? |
What's this? |
"I'm getting trashed, man." Isn't that what you're supposed to do at a party? |
I say, do what you wanna do. |
Funny, you're the only one |
Okay? |
I'm fine. I'm |
You're not okay. |
I just need to lie down for awhile |
Uh, uh. You lie down and you'll go to sleep |
I know, just let me sleep |
What if you have a concussion? My dog went to sleep with a concussion and woke up a vegetable. Not that I could tell the difference... |
This is so patronizing. |
Leave it to you to use big words when you're shitfaced. |
Why 're you doing this? |
I told you |
You don't care if I die |
Sure, I do |
Why? |
Because then I'd have to start taking out girls who like me. |
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