(ESTABLISHING SHOT – Middleton High, the next day. SYD and JILL stand by a
door.)
JILL: What's up with your fingers?
SYD: Huh?
JILL: The whole 'metal manicure' thing.
SYD: (looks) OH GOD!
JILL: Man, I'm starting to think Middleton's cooler than Jersey. Sure, we have gang fights every night, but we don't have people with metal claws!
SYD: 'Gang fights'?
JILL: Oh, sure. Guns, knives, tear gas....napalm.
SYD: Napalm?!
JILL: Heck yeah. You haven't LIVED until you've heard a caliber being shot and the screams of napalm victims....
SYD: You're....weirding me out....
JILL: Y'know, you COULD lace those claws with it.
SYD: NO!
JILL: Just the tips?
SYD: No!
(SYD walks off. JILL follows)
JILL: One little cuticle!
SYD: (OC) No!
JILL: (OC) Just one little bit of napalm!
SYD: (OC) Leave. Me. Alone!
JILL: (OC) Hey, can't you get expelled for weaponry?
SYD: (OC) Like you care.
JILL: (OC) You didn't realize where this was going. We get a BONNIE mask...
SYD: (OC) I'm lovin' it.
JILL: (OC) Quote that commercial again and I'll hurt you.
SYD: (OC) What commercial?
(Later, SYD is humming "Get Up On Ya Feet" while getting her lunch. She walks through the hall to her locker. A blonde GIRL bumps into SYD)
GIRL: Oh, sorry.
SYD: 'Salright. (Gets up) I'm SYD.
GIRL: Name's SAM. SAM PERFECT.
SYD: What's up?
SAM: Nothin' much.
SYD: Same here.
SAM: So, you new?
SYD: Just moved a couple of weeks ago.
SAM: Oh. Cool.
JILL: (OC) OK, SYD, what about hydrochloric acid?
SYD: (calling to OC) Give it up, SLOANE!
JILL: (OC) Mace?
SYD: (To SAM) Excuse me.
(SYD rolls her sleeves up and walks OC)
JILL: (OC) Hey! You little....YOU BROKE MY HOCKEY STICK! OH, LIPSKY, YOU'RE GOING TO PAY BIG!
SYD: (runs back to SAM) HIDE ME!
(SAM sidesteps, letting JILL smack SYD a few times with the broken hockey stick)
SYD: Ow! Ow! JILL! Stop!
JILL: (whacks SYD again)
(Later, SYD is laying on the couch, eating Krispy Kreme donuts. Five empty KK boxes sit at her feet. JESSIE passes her)
JESSIE: For God's sake, SYD. Five boxes of Krispy Kreme donuts?
SYD: BRITTANY helped.
JESSIE: Who's BRITTANY?
(As JESSIE says her line, a small dog (A Lhasa Apso) wiggles its' way out from under the boxes)
JESSIE: .....A dog?! You can't keep a dog! You can't keep an ANT alive!
SYD: I can keep a dog alive!
JESSIE: (beat) Fine...I'll give you a two-day trial.
SYD: YES! Thank you, AUNT JESSIE!
(Later. SYD is walking with BRITTANY when the Sydstem goes off)
WADE: SYD! DES was kidnapped!
SYD: (Gasps)
JILL: What's up with your fingers?
SYD: Huh?
JILL: The whole 'metal manicure' thing.
SYD: (looks) OH GOD!
JILL: Man, I'm starting to think Middleton's cooler than Jersey. Sure, we have gang fights every night, but we don't have people with metal claws!
SYD: 'Gang fights'?
JILL: Oh, sure. Guns, knives, tear gas....napalm.
SYD: Napalm?!
JILL: Heck yeah. You haven't LIVED until you've heard a caliber being shot and the screams of napalm victims....
SYD: You're....weirding me out....
JILL: Y'know, you COULD lace those claws with it.
SYD: NO!
JILL: Just the tips?
SYD: No!
(SYD walks off. JILL follows)
JILL: One little cuticle!
SYD: (OC) No!
JILL: (OC) Just one little bit of napalm!
SYD: (OC) Leave. Me. Alone!
JILL: (OC) Hey, can't you get expelled for weaponry?
SYD: (OC) Like you care.
JILL: (OC) You didn't realize where this was going. We get a BONNIE mask...
SYD: (OC) I'm lovin' it.
JILL: (OC) Quote that commercial again and I'll hurt you.
SYD: (OC) What commercial?
(Later, SYD is humming "Get Up On Ya Feet" while getting her lunch. She walks through the hall to her locker. A blonde GIRL bumps into SYD)
GIRL: Oh, sorry.
SYD: 'Salright. (Gets up) I'm SYD.
GIRL: Name's SAM. SAM PERFECT.
SYD: What's up?
SAM: Nothin' much.
SYD: Same here.
SAM: So, you new?
SYD: Just moved a couple of weeks ago.
SAM: Oh. Cool.
JILL: (OC) OK, SYD, what about hydrochloric acid?
SYD: (calling to OC) Give it up, SLOANE!
JILL: (OC) Mace?
SYD: (To SAM) Excuse me.
(SYD rolls her sleeves up and walks OC)
JILL: (OC) Hey! You little....YOU BROKE MY HOCKEY STICK! OH, LIPSKY, YOU'RE GOING TO PAY BIG!
SYD: (runs back to SAM) HIDE ME!
(SAM sidesteps, letting JILL smack SYD a few times with the broken hockey stick)
SYD: Ow! Ow! JILL! Stop!
JILL: (whacks SYD again)
(Later, SYD is laying on the couch, eating Krispy Kreme donuts. Five empty KK boxes sit at her feet. JESSIE passes her)
JESSIE: For God's sake, SYD. Five boxes of Krispy Kreme donuts?
SYD: BRITTANY helped.
JESSIE: Who's BRITTANY?
(As JESSIE says her line, a small dog (A Lhasa Apso) wiggles its' way out from under the boxes)
JESSIE: .....A dog?! You can't keep a dog! You can't keep an ANT alive!
SYD: I can keep a dog alive!
JESSIE: (beat) Fine...I'll give you a two-day trial.
SYD: YES! Thank you, AUNT JESSIE!
(Later. SYD is walking with BRITTANY when the Sydstem goes off)
WADE: SYD! DES was kidnapped!
SYD: (Gasps)