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: Aliens have taken over the fucking school!
: What are we going to do with the police not being an option? Stan
: I could call my dad, he'd know what to do. Casey
: If he's really your dad anymore.
: Come on guys, this is nuts. Delilah
: Then leave, Stan. Why are you hanging around? Go win a Pulitzer. Stan
: Blow me, Delilah, 'cause I'm sick of you're shit. Delilah
: Well, then get the fuck out of here and take your little freak dyke with you. Stokely
: Fuck you, tit bags! Casey
: Will everybody calm down, please?
: Is this usually the point where someone says let's get the fuck outta here? Stan
: Let's get the fuck outta here.
: It must really blow being you. Casey
: You have no idea.
: Is she always this much fun, man? Stan
: Sometimes she can be a real bitch.
: Stan, take it. Stan
: No way, you're takin' it! Casey
: [laughing and obviously high
] You're takin' it!
[Stan picks up gun and points it at Casey
: What the hell is wrong with him? Zeke
: Nothing's wrong with him. He's tweaking you asshole! Let him fucking tweak! Casey
: Tweak! Tweak!
[Stan wants to quit football to study
: You're not good at studying Stan, you're good at football. You should stick to what you're good at. Stan
: Yeah, I've always been good at football, and basketball, and every other sport I've tried. I think maybe it's time I should try something I'm not so good at, something different. Delilah
: And what am I supposed to do while you're on a yellow book quest for a brain? Stan
: What? Delilah
: The accepted social order is that head cheerleaders date star quarterbacks, not academic wannabees. Stan
: Don't be so superficial... Delilah
: Superficial... four syllables, that's really good Stan, you're on your way. Let me know how the cure for cancer goes. Stan
: I was hoping you'd be with me on this...
[Stokley bumps into Stan
: Get a fucking eye dog! Stan
: Well maybe if you didn't paint your fucking eyes shut!
: Walk much? Stan
: You ran into me, beast.
: Open... the door. It is so much better. There's no fear. No pain. It's beautiful. And you will be beautiful. You'll be beautiful. No problems or worries. We want you. I want you. I... want... you... Now open the fucking door!
: [to Delilah
] I'm not an alien, I'm discontent.
: Coach, I've been thinking ahead, and I've decided to quit the team and concentrate on my academics. Coach Willis
: Okay. Stan we'll miss you. Stan
: That's it? Coach Willis
: What do you want me to say? My star quarterback comes to me the day before we play in front of the county in the only team in the district that can kick our ass tells me he doesn't want to play. You seem to be going through some life defining turning point and I'm not going to stand in the way of the human condition. You do what you have to do. Stan
: Thanks for not reading me, Coach. Coach Willis
: What kind of human being would I be if I did that?
: Is this gonna be on the test? Mr. John Tate
: This is the test.
: You think aliens have infested our school? Delilah
: That would explain their weird behavior, wouldn't it? Stan
: Give me a fucking break.
: Mrs Brummel, what the FUCK!