Rayanne: Go, now! Go!

Angela: Um, excuse me...
Rayanne: Could you spare some change, for a phone call? It's an emergency.
Angela: See, okay, see, this guy, like...
Rayanne: ...robbed our bus...tickets and um, you know my sister and I... We're, we're twins --
Angela: No, we're not the kind of twins who look alike. We just finish...
Rayanne: ...each other's...
Angela: ...sentences
Angela: Hey, that was cool.
Angela & Rayanne: How'd we do that?
Angela: Um, hi, could you spare some change?
Rayanne: She's, she's upset, you see, you look a little like her mother who's in a coma. Excuse her, she's hypogylcemic, I've got to get her some chocolate.
AngelaVO: So I started hanging out with Rayanne Graff. Just for fun. Just cause it seemed like if I didn't, I would die or something. Things were getting to me. Just how people are. How they always expect you to be a certain way, even your best friend.

Sharon: So then she admits that she only joined yearbook to be near Scott which is like so low. I mean, it's just, I know, if she doesn't want to be in yearbook, she should, like, quit...
AngelaVO: Like with boys, how they have it so easy. How you have to pretend... you don't notice them... noticing you. Like cheerleaders, can't people just cheer on their own, like, to themselves.
Sharon: ...so typical, of the way she is, I mean, she always does stuff like that. I mean, it's not like _too_ embarassing for me to know this, you know? Who are you looking for?
Angela: Nobody.
AngelaVO: School is a battlefield, for your heart. So when Rayanne Graff told me my hair was holding me back, I had to listen. 'Cause she wasn't just talking about my hair. She was talking about my life.

Patty: So it is you.
Angela: I had my hair dyed.
Patty: Oh, you had it dyed. I thought it had died of natural causes.
Rayanne: Angela, come on, I'm star...starving.
Rickie: You're Angela's mom?
Patty: Yes. I am. That's true.
Rickie: I like your house.
Patty: Thank you. Who are you?
Angela: Um, this is Rayanne, and Rickie.
Patty: You dyed your hair. Okay. Uh, well here is some cheese and there are drinks in the, um...
Rickie: ...fridge?
Patty: Thank you. So. Okay, I'm leaving now. Uh, well not the house, the room. Rickie: She's nice.
Angela: Not really.
Rayanne: She took your hair real calm.
Angela: That's just cause you two are here.
Rayanne: Good cheese.

AngelaVO: I cannot bring myself to eat a well-balanced meal in front of my mother. It just means too much to her. I mean, if you stop to think about, like, chewing -- what it really is? -- how people just do it, like, in public.
Graham: Wait, don't tell me, there's something different.
Danielle: I would never dye my hair red.
Angela: It's not red, its crimson glow.
Graham: Oh... well I can see it now: social world, wild parties...Axel Rose.
AngelaVO: My dad thinks every person in the world is having more fun than him. Which could be true.
Graham: What am I supposed to say?
Patty: Nothing.
Graham: I mean it's her hair.
Patty: Exac...exactly. And we'll always be able to spot you... in a crowd.
AngelaVO: Lately I can't even look at my mother without wanting to stab her. Repeatedly.

Graham: 'ey! Who left all those lights on down there? Oh. I just, uh, okay...
Angela: Danielle's still afraid of the dark. She leaves the lights on. I don't leave the lights on.
Graham: Well, good, okay. I just, uh...
Danielle: I don't leave the lights on.
Graham: Okay!
Danielle: And I'm not afraid of the dark.
AngelaVO: My dad and I used to be pretty tight...
Graham: Um, how's school?
Angela: I'm starting to like Anne Frank.
Graham: Is she a sophomore too?
Angela: No, she's dead.
Graham: Oh, right, yeah.
Angela: Anne Frank, Dad!
Graham: Oh! Right, right, uh, I mean, okay. Don't stay up too late.
AngelaVO: The sad truth is, my breasts have come between us.

Graham: Tell her not to walk around in a towel, okay?
Patty: _You_ can tell her.
Graham: No, I can't. If I could tell her, I would tell her. You tell her. Or get her a _bigger_ towel.
Patty: God, Chelsea Clinton. Will you look at this? No freedom, no privacy, constant surveillance, Secret Service men... That's what we need. Graham: Patty, it could be a lot worse.
Patty: I know.
Graham: I mean, she could be cutting class, doing drugs...having sex. Like we did.
Patty: I never cut class, and you never had sex in high school. You know, I know why she did it. She did it to get me to react.
Graham: Maybe she just did it to do it.
Patty: No, no, she did it to get a reaction.
Graham: Well then don't react!
Patty: I'm not. I won't.
Patty: It's just, so hard to look at her. She looks like a stranger.

AngelaVO: I'm in love. His name is Jordan Catalano. He was left back, twice. Once I almost touched his shoulder in the middle of a pop quiz. He's always closing his eyes, like it hurts to look at things.
Rayanne: Angela, get in here a sec.
Rayanne: You wanna have sex with him.
Angela: Who?
Rayanne: Who. Jordan. Catalano. Come on, I'm not gonna tell anyone, just admit it.
Angela: I just like how he's always leaning. Against stuff. He leans great. Well, either sex or a conversation. Ideally both.
Rayanne: Well, you have to come to Tino's tomorrow night.
Angela, Jordan Catala...
Angela: Ssshhh!
Rayanne: Jordan Catalano's going to be there. Ssshhh.
AngelaVO: Rayanne _always_ knows who's going to be there.

Sharon: I can't believe you did that to your hair, without telling me.
Mayhew: Okay. Take your seats please, come on, come on. Please just-- Look people if we can't get through this, the yearbook won't have a theme. I don't really care. It's your yearbook. It's not mine. Now, 'kay, I'm going to read the themes, now raise your hands to vote. We have Graduation, Final Frontier...
AngelaVO: My parents keep asking how school was. It's like saying, 'How was that drive-by shooting?' You don't care how it _was_, you're lucky to get out alive.
Mayhew: ...Apple: Fruit of Knowledge, Year 2000. Who didn't vote?
Angela: Me.
Sharon: Where're you going?
Angela: I don't want to be on yearbook. Sorry.
Mayhew: Do you mind telling us why not?
Angela: No. I mean, yeah. I mean I don't know why.

Patty: Angela, Sharon is here.
Graham: Don't they feed you?
Danielle: There's something wrong with my waffle.
Patty: ...nothing wrong.
Sharon, no, don't eat crust, honey, here take this...
Graham: Hey, I was eating that.
Danielle: ...all these little bumps on it.
Sharon: I left my Anne Frank here.

Danielle: If I find money, can I keep it?
Patty: This room is a disaster.
Sharon: You know you could have told me you were quitting.
Patty: What? What are you quitting?
Angela: We're going to be late.
Patty: I thought you _liked_ yearbook.
Danielle: I found it! Well don't thank me or anything.
Angela: Get out of my room.
Patty: And when were you planning on telling me? Listen to me... `I thought you _liked_ yearbook,' `Your room is a disaster.' Did you think I ever dreamed that I would sound like this? Angela, I am not cleaning this up!

Rayanne: So, Rickie, Angela's in love with Jordan Catalano. We have to help her.
Angela: Rayanne!
Rayanne: Oh c'mon, I can tell Rickie. You gotta come to Tino's tonight. He'll be there.
Angela: He doesn't even know me. Am I making a fool of myself?
Rayanne: I don't know. Rickie, give us the male perspective.
Rickie: Don't you love how he leans?
Rayanne: See, I don't get obsessed with them, so I don't have these problems.
Angela: Oh god, that's the second bell. I mean, I may as well go to Bio... since I'm not all that busy.

Teacher1: And, what is the purpose of plasma? The purpose of plasma is to... what? Why do we need plasma? Brian.
Brian: Because the league of nations failed.
Teacher2: And why did the leage of nations fail? Brian.
Brian: Because it's written in the first person.
Mayhew: Thank you. Does it say, 'She was forced to go into hiding'? Somebody else besides Brian. Brian?
Brian: No.
Mayhew: No, she says, 'I', 'I was forced to go into hiding.' It's called the first person, okay? This will be on the quiz. So how would you describe Anne Frank?
Angela: Lucky.
Mayhew: Is that supposed to be funny, Angela? How on earth could you make a statement like that? Hmm? Anne Frank perished in a concentration camp. Anne Frank is a tragic figure. How could Anne Frank be lucky?
Angela: I don't know. 'Cause she was trapped in an attic for three years with this guy she really liked?

Mayhew: Excuse my eating, but with all these cutbacks, I don't really get a lunchbreak on Thursdays. Sit down, Angela.
AngelaVO: Seeing a teacher's actual lunch is, like, so depressing. Not to mention, her bra strap.
Mayhew: So, you quit yearbook, hmm? No explanation. Your appearance has altered. I'm really concerned you're getting off on the wrong foot. Is there a problem at home?
Angela: It just seems like, you agree to have a certain personality or something. For no reason. Just to make things easier for everyone. But when you think about it, I mean, how do you know it's even you? And, I mean, this whole thing with yearbook -- it's like, everybody's in this big hurry to make this book, to supposedly remember what happened but it's not even what really happened, it's what everyone thinks was supposed to happen. Because if you made a book of what really happened, it'd be a really upsetting book. You know, in my humble opinion.

AngelaVO: My dad sells printing. It was in my mom's family. My dad was just supposed to do it for a while, then he was supposed to go chef school, but he never did. I'm not sure why.
Angela: You should see what they call chili con carne at school. First of all, it's just beans.
Graham: Well that's not chili con carne.
Angela: I know.
Graham: Con carne. With meat.
Angela: I know.
Graham: I think it's the lack of meat that's destroying America.
AngelaVO: My mom took over the business. She's kind of my dad's boss now, which I guess he tries not to think about.
Graham: Mom won't be home 'til late. You know, I think you give her too hard a time, sometimes. She just wants you to be happy. She wants everyone to be happy.
Angela: No, that's you.
Graham: My point... I mean. Think of all the things that she does, for you.
Angela: Out of no where, she'll get in this mood. And her lips will get all tight. It's just so obvious that she's looking for someone to blame.
Graham: Yeah. But you know that's not the real her. Just try to be nicer to her. Once in a while. As an experiment.
Angela: Okay.
Angela: Dad, there's this thing tonight, at a friend of Rayanne's house. Like, this rehearsal? Um, for this play that we might all do as extra credit. And I know mom says no going out on school nights, but this is like part of school and I won't be home late, and I just really wanna go.

[AnimalBag singing "Everybody"]
Jordan: This doesn't seem like a Friday.
Angela: It's Thursday.
Jordan: Oh. Are you sure?
Angela: Well, yesterday was Wednesday, so...
Jordan: Oh... right.
Angela: So, that's how I know.
Buddy: Jordan, this bites. Let's go over to Grunden's.

Patty: The point is --
Graham: No, I know what the point is.
Patty: The point is... Uh! I can't believe we're having this conversation.
Graham: I know.
Patty: I can't believe it. We need a new conversation.
Graham: The point is I shouldn't have allowed her to--
Patty: Why do I always have to be the mean one? Why can't you be the mean one every once in a while?
Graham: I can be!
Patty: But you never are. Look... I'm calm, okay? But you can't keep letting.. I mean you know she loves you more...
Graham: She doesn't love me more!
Patty: She does. Come on. She loves you more. I accept that. But, that's not enough for you. You have to... (I don't want to fight... Actually...) I'm not even that upset. Where the hell have you been? Oh my god, what happened to you? Are you alright? What happened? Angela: Did you explain it to her?
Patty: Excuse me, _you_ explain it to her.
Graham: Alright...Maybe it isn't her fault!
Patty: Graham, of course it's her fault, she snowed you!
Danielle: I told you she said that --
Graham: Shut up!
Danielle: Wh--What did I do?
Graham: I'm sorry, sweetheart.
Patty: This is what --
Graham: Could we just find out what happened? Could we just find out --
Patty: How do you expect her to have any respect for me?
Angela: I respect you, god!
Angela: Nothing happened. I fell in some mud. I'm alright.
Graham: I think we should all go to bed.
Danielle: What really happened?

Rayanne: So there's this rave tonight, okay, at that club, Let's Bolt. Tino can get us in. Guaranteed, Jordan Catalano will be there.
Angela: Rayanne.
Rayanne: What? It's perfect, and you don't even hafto think of anything to say to him because no one can hear anybody. I think lard's my favorite food group.
AngelaVO: The cafeteria is the embarrassment capital of the world. It's like a prison movie.
Rickie: So, where do you wanna sit?
Angela: I don't have anything to wear to a place like that.
Rayanne: Well I'll lend you something.
Rayanne: You have to look tough. Somebody once set fire to my hair at Let's Bolt.

Girl #1: Wait, so what's fat-free?
Girl #2: When something's, like, free. Of fat.
Girl #1: Well, what's the difference between fat-free, and like, nonfat?
Girl #3: Good question.

Angela: I'd have to think of a lie.
Rayanne: Simple. You're staying over at my place. And it's a perfect lie, because you can stay over. My mom won't even be there. Well I've gotta go find Tino. Think about it.
Angela: Um, is there any soap in there?
Sharon: There's never soap.
Angela: Hi
Sharon: Um, so I... I just think you should know what poeple are saying about you.
Angela: What?
Sharon: That.. that you think you're so above everyone. And that, um, and that Rayanne Graff is like God to you now and you just do whatever she says. And by the way, she's just using you like she did with Jody Barsh. I just thought you should know. Angela: What'd she do to Jody Barsh?
Sharon: Oh please. That's like so known. So, um, so tell me what I did, Angela. I mean, I mean, I would really like to know.
Angela: Nothing. It's not something that you--
Sharon: So you just drop your oldest friend for no reason? I mean, just tell me what I did.
Angela: I can't. It's not like one thing, it's not like that.
Sharon: Okay, great. So, just, never speak to me again. Real mature, Angela.
Angela: No, I _want_ to speak to you. I never wanted --
Sharon: No, forget it! God, you--your hair. Did Patty, like, hemorrhage first time she saw it?
Angela: In a sense.
Sharon: Well, I have to say... I hate it.

Patty: Hey! You know what I think? I think that we should all go ice skating. I mean it. All of us. Ice skating. Hot chocolate. Sprained ankles. I'm in the mood.
Danielle: So, there's this movie on tonight, I really wanna watch. It's about this girl. She gets these obscene phone calls. It's like her job.
Patty: Really?
Graham: I told Neil that I'd shoot pool with him tonight.
Patty: You're seeing your brother twice in one week?
Graham: Well he broke up with her again. I feel sorry for him.
Danielle: And then somebody, like, tries to kill her, like, over the phone.
Patty: Well, I guess it's just us girls tonight, which --
Angela: So I'm grounded, just because of last night?
Patty: I never said that you were grounded. What I said --
Danielle: So, Mom, I'm allowed to right?
Angela: 'Cause, um, Rayanne invited me to sleep over at her house tonight.
Danielle: I am allowed to watch that, right?
Patty: That girl from the other day? That rude girl?
Angela: She wasn't rude.
Patty: She finished my cheese. I had this brand new brick of cheese. She devoured it.
Angela: Dad!
Danielle: I'm allowed to. Right?
Patty: You know, I have met this Rayanne exactly once. I do not know her. I do not know her parents.
Graham: What? You never spent a night at a friend's house?
Patty: My parents knew my friends.
Danielle: Mom, right?
Patty: Yes, yes, you may watch the movie.
Angela: Mom, you offered the cheese.
Graham: All 900...They knew all 900 of your friends personally?
Patty: Okay, we've all heard this before.
AngelaVO: My parents went to the same high school, but they never knew each other, then.
Graham: Did you know that they had to change the date of the prom because your mother was getting her appendix out?
Patty: I never asked them to change the date. You think I enjoyed myself -- Graham: Meanwhile, I couldn't get a girl to look at me.
Angela: You know, you don't even have to drive me because Rickie's cousin said he would.
Patty: Oh-ho-ho! Rickie's cousin! Well, why didn't you say so? _That_ eases my mind.
Patty: Angela!
Graham: Patty. Patty.
Patty: We haven't met this Rickie.
Angela: Stop calling him 'this Rickie.'
Danielle: I did parallel bars today--Ms. Siten said my dismount was perfect. Patty: I find Rickie a little confusing.
Angela: Okay, so maybe he's bi. Who cares? His cousin can still drive.
Patty: What? He's what? Do you hear these terms she's throwing around? Bi?
Danielle: It means bisexual.
Graham: He's bisexual?
Patty: How can he be bi-anything? He's a child, he's obviously very confused.
Angela: No, he's not confused.
Patty: He wears eyeliner.
Graham: He does? He wears eyeliner?
Angela: I thought you were on my side.
Graham: I'm not on anyone's side.
Patty: Graham. Grow up. Choose a side.
Graham: Is this girl's mother going to be there?
Angela: No. No, Rayanne lives by her wits. In an alley. Yes, obviously. I mean, she's her mother. They live in the same place. Obviously her mother's going to be there.
Danielle: Dad! You wanna see my headstand?
Patty: Fine, go. Spend the night at some total stranger's house. I don't care.
Angela: Yeah, like you really mean that.
Patty: No, go. And you, go shoot pool with your brother or wherever the hell you're going.
Angela: Oh sure, so you can have it as a grudge and never forgive me. Augh!
Danielle: Dad, are you looking? Dad, are you looking?

Brian: Hey Chase.
Angela: Get out of here, Krakow.
Brian: Um, you're breaking like 14 different laws. You looked better before.
Angela: Like I'm devastated.
Brian: Like I am.
Brian: Oh, look at me, I'm way cool. I'm off with my way cool friends to sniff floor wax.
Brian: That's right, cover that zit.
Angela: Want me to do yours?
Brian: Oh, that hurt.
Brian: Who you waiting for? Catalano? Maybe you're not going anywhere. I mean, maybe you're just a what-do-you-call-it, an exhibitionist.
Angela: I'm going to Let's Bolt.
Brian: Like they're really going to let you into Let's Bolt.
Angela: Quit it!
Brian: You're not stupid, don't act like it. It's a stupid act.
Angela: Everybody's an act. Including you.
Brian: So have a really amazing night, okay? I'm gonna throw up now. Have a wonderful time.
Angela: My clueless neighbor.
Rayanne: You look so tough--this is going to be one amazing night.

Rickie: Where is Tino?
Rayanne: Haven't you ever waiting for anything?
Rickie: Yeah, for my life to start.
Rayanne: I mean, Tino's coming. It's way early. Look around, nobody's here yet.

Angela: Look how thin yours are.
Rickie: Tino, where are you?
Rayanne: But yours are really little.
Angela: But they're fat, they're like fatter.
Rayanne: Rickie loves cuter feet!
Rickie: Me?
Rayanne: Let's trade shoes.

Rickie: If you were about to do it, okay, what would you want the other person to say, like, right before.
Rayanne: `This won't take long.'
Rickie: No, seriously.
Rayanne: `Don't I know you?'
Rickie: No, for real, like, like, romantic.
Angela: `You're so beautiful, it hurts to look at you.'
Rayanne: `It hurts to look at you?'
Rickie: How'd you think of that?
Rayanne: Where would it hurt?
Rickie: I really like that.
Rayanne: Well I'm gonna tell Jordan.
Angela: Rayanne!
Rayanne: Jordan! Jordan! I'm gonna tell Jordan. Jordan! Jordan, Jordan...
[runs into guy]
Hey. Could you get us in? Our friend's in there, he's got my keys. It's an emergency.
Guy #1: So what, they wouldn't let you in? How old are you guys? You guys wanna go somewhere?
Rayanne: Do you?
Angela: I dunno.
Guy #2: They're really young, isn't that like kidnapping or something?
Rickie: Do you?
Rayanne: Don't you?
Guy #1: No, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, no. Not three. Just you, and you.
Angela: Well I'm not leaving Rickie here.
Rayanne: Rickie don't mind.
Rickie: I don't mind.
Guy #1: You. Come here, I wanna ask you something.
Rayanne: Well ask me from there.
Guy #1: I want to ask you here.
Guy #2: C'mon, too young.
Guy #1: Relax.
Rayanne: I don't take orders, and I'm not stupid.
Guy #1: But you came when I called, didn't you?
AngelaVO: Something was actually happening, but it was too actual.
Guy #1: So where're we going?
Guy #2: C'mon, that's enough.
Rayanne: C'mon.
Angela: Quit it! Let go of her!
Guy #1: What's your problem?
Guy #2: C'mon man. Let's go.
Rayanne: Hey, I take care of myself! Okay?
Guy #1: Oh man, you're dead!
Guy #2: Forget it! Forget it! C'mon, forget it.
Rickie: She won't remember this tomorrow, she blacks out when she drinks.
Guy #2: Hey! Let's just go.
Rickie: I gotta go.
Cop: You know these girls?

Rayanne: Mr. Policeman--Oh, perfect! 'Cause we need a ride.
Cop: Relax. I'm not arresting you.
Rayanne: Could you do the siren? Please, please, please.
Oh my god, Angela! Oh my god! Oh my god.
Jordan: Hey, I know that girl.
Rayanne: Oh my god!
Jordan: Angela!

Rayanne: I knew what I was doing back there, you know.
Angela: Okay.
Rayanne: I'll always watch out for you. 'kay. I'll always be there for you, so, don't worry, 'kay.
Angela: I won't.
Rayanne: And, you know, with your hair like that? It hurts to look at you.
Cop: Come on.
AngelaVO: At Rayanne's house, no one was home.

Cop: Well, I never read the book.
Angela: Oh, the book is really -- See, it's this diary of her life. See, these Nazis were gonna kill her, so whatever she'd been like with her friends or her teachers -- that was just over. She was hiding. But in this other way she wasn't. She, like, stopped hiding. She was free.
Cop: Don't do this again. You got that?
Angela: Could you please not come to my door?
Cop: Hey, you. You a friend of hers?
Brian: Yeah.
Cop: Then act like it. Watch out for her.
Brian: So, what happened? Right, like you're not gonna tell me what happened. Chase? Angela: These guys started hitting on us.
Brian: What? Like, sexual harassment?
Angela: Like guys.
Brian: So they picked a theme, for yearbook.
Angela: Who told you I liked Jordan Catalano?
Brian: Nobody... so do you? Angela...
Everybody Hurts, REM
Angela: These aren't my shoes.
Brian: It's the Year 2000. That's the theme. Just, what it'll be like. Angela...
Angela: I gotta go.
Brian: Okay.
Angela: That's a pathetic theme.
Brian: I know.

Patty: Hi. What happened to spending the night? Well did you at least have fun?
Angela: Sort of.
Patty: How'd you get home?
Angela: Um, Rayanne's mom.
AngelaVO: My mother's adopted. For a while, she was looking for her real parents. I guess that's what everyone's looking for.
Angela: I'm really sorry.
About my hair and everything.
Patty: It's not important, it'll grow out. It actually looks...not that bad, in my humble opinion.
AngelaVO: I fell asleep right there. I must've been really tired.

Jordan: Hi
Angela: Hi
Jordan: Out on bail?
Angela: Uh, yeah. So how was your weekend?
Jordan: It sucked. Gotta go.
HallGirl: Rayanne, you are so full of it!
Rayanne: Oh, please! Ask Rickie, it was wicked. It was--Oh...hey girlfriend!
Rickie: Hey Angela!
Rayanne: Ask Angela, she was there. Angela, tell her...
Rickie: We hung out. And these guys, they tried to pick them up.
Rayanne: It was totally wicked, am I right?
Rickie: And the cops came.
Rayanne: I am telling you, we had a time. Didn't we? Didn't we have a time?
Angela: We did. We had a time.
The End