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It's a lung cancer issue |
Her favorite uncle |
Dead at fortyone. |
He's pretty! |
Okay! I wasn't sure |
Assail your ears for one night. |
It's her favorite band. |
You told me that part already. |
Hell, I've just been going over the whole thing in my head and |
Extremely unfortunate maneuver. |
The hell is that? What kind of 'guy just picks up a girl and carries her away while you're talking to her? |
Buttholus extremus. But hey, you're making progress. |
No, I ' m not. |
You humiliated the woman! Sacrifice yourself on the altar of dignity and even the score. |
Best case scenario, you're back on the payroll for awhile. |
Always a pleasure, Brucie. |
Didn't have you pegged for a Gigglepuss fan. Aren't they a little too preteen bellybutton ring for you? |
Fan of a fan. You see a couple of minors come in? |
Never |
Padua girls. One tall, decent body. The other one kinda short and undersexed? |
Just sent 'em through. |
Now don't get upset. Daddy, but there's this boy... and I think he might ask... |
No! You're not dating until your sister starts dating. End of discussion. |
What if she never starts dating? |
Then neither will you. And I'll get to sleep at night. |
But it's not fair she's a mutant, Daddy! |
But she doesn't want to date. |
Exactly my point |
Daddy, I |
And where're you going? |
If you must know, we were attempting to go to a small study group of friends. |
Otherwise known as an orgy? |
It's just a party. Daddy, but I knew you'd forbid me to go since "Gloria Steinem" over there isn't going |
Daddy, people expect me to be there! |
If Kat's not going, you're not going. |
Oh, God. It's starting. |
It's just a party. Daddy. |
Wear the belly before you go. |
Daddy, no! |
Just for a minute |
Promise me you won't talk to any boys unless your sister is present. |
Why? |
Because she'll scare them away. |
Daddy, I want to discuss the prom with you. It's tomorrow night |
The prom? Kat has a date? |
No, but |
It's that hot rod Joey, right? That ' s who you want me to bend my rules for? |
He's not a "hot rod". Whatever that is. |
You're not going unless your sister goes. End of story. |
Fine. I see that I'm a prisoner in my own house. I'm not a daughter. I'm a possession! |
I'm missing something. |
I have a date, Daddy. And he ' s not a captain of oppression like some men we know. |
Where've you been? |
Nowhere... Hi, Daddy. |
I have the potential to smack the crap out of you if you don't get out of my way. |
Can you at least start wearing a bra? |
Oh my God, does this mean you're becoming normal? |
It means that Gigglepuss is playing at Club Skunk and we're going. |
Oh, I thought you might have a date I don't know why I'm bothering to ask, but are you going to Bogey Lowenstein's party Saturday night? |
What do you think? |
I think you're a freak. I think you do this to torture me. And I think you suck. |
You're ruining my life' Because you won't be normal, I can't be normal. |
What's normal? |
Bogey Lowenstein's party is normal, but you're too busy listening to Bitches Who Need Prozac to know that. |
Can't you forget for just one night that you're completely wretched? |
At least I'm not a clouted fen sucked hedgepig. |
Like I'm supposed to know what that even means. |
It's Shakespeare. Maybe you've heard of him? |
Yeah, he's your freak friend Mandella's boyfriend. I guess since I'm not allowed to go out, I should obsess over a dead guy, too. |
You are so completely unbalanced. |
Can we go now? |
Bianca, I need to talk to you I need to tell you |
I really don't think I need any social advice from you right now. |
I don't get you. You act like you're too good for any of this, and then you go totally apeshit when you get here. |
You're welcome. |
Listen, I know you hate having to sit home because I'm not Susie High School. |
Like you care. |
I do care. But I'm a firm believer in doing something for your own reasons, not someone else ' s . |
I wish I had that luxury. I'm the only sophomore that got asked to the prom and I can't go, because you won ' t. |
Joey never told you we went out, did he? |
What? |
In 9th. For a month |
Why? |
He was, like, a total babe |
But you hate Joey |
Now I do. Back then, was a different story. |
As in... |
He said everyone was doing it. So I did it. |
You did what? |
Just once. Afterwards, I told him I didn't want to anymore. I wasn't ready. He got pissed. Then he broke up with me. |
But |
After that, I swore I'd never do anything just because "everyone else" was doing it. And I haven't since. Except for Bogey's party, and my stunning gastrointestinal display |
Why didn't you tell me? |
I wanted to let you make up your own mind about him. |
No. you didn't! If you really thought I could make my own decisions, you would've let me go out with him instead of helping Daddy hold me hostage. |
That's not |
I'm not stupid enough to repeat your mistakes. |
I guess I thought I was protecting you. |
God, you're just like him! Just keep me locked away in the dark, so I can't experience anything for myself |
Not all experiences are good, Bianca. You can't always trust the people you want to. |