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: Transfer to Washington. Transfer to Jefferson. No one at Westerberg is going to let you play their reindeer games.
: You wanted to be a member of the most powerful clique in school. If I wasn't already the head of it, I'd want the same thing.
: Corn Nuts! Veronica Sawyer
: Plain or BQ? Heather Chandler
: You blow it tonight, girl, and it's keggers with kids all next year.
: Grow up Heather, bulimia's so '87.
: Hello, Heather. Heather Chandler
: Veronica. Finally. I got a note of Kurt Kelly's. I need you to forge a hot and horny but realistically low-key note in Kurt's handwriting, and we'll slip it onto Martha Dumptruck's lunch tray. Veronica Sawyer
: Shit, Heather, I don't have anything against Martha Dunnstock. Heather Chandler
: You don't have anything for her either. Come on, it'll be very. The note'll give her shower-nozzle masturbation material for weeks. Veronica Sawyer
: I'll think about it. Heather Chandler
: Don't think.
: [playing croquet
] So what are you gonna do Heather? Take two shots or send me out? Heather Chandler
: Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast? First you ask if you can be red, knowing that I'm always red.
[puts her croquet ball against Heather's and sends it flying
] Heather Duke
: Shit. Heather Chandler
: It's your turn, Heather.
: Is this turnout weak or what? I had at least 70 more people at my funeral. Veronica Sawyer
: Heather? Heather Chandler
: God, Veronica. My afterlife is so boring. I have to sing Kumbaya one more time... Veronica Sawyer
: What are you doing here? Heather Chandler
: I made your favorite. Spaghetti. With lots of oregano. Dinner! Veronica Sawyer
: [wakes up from dream
: It's your turn Heather. Heather Chandler
: No, Heather, it's Heather's turn. Heather? Heather Duke
: Sorry Heather.
: You stupid fuck. Veronica Sawyer
: You goddamn bitch. Heather Chandler
: I brought you to a Remington party and what's my thanks? It's on a hallway carpet. I got paid in puke. Veronica Sawyer
: Lick it up, baby. Lick. It. Up.
: You were nothing before you met me. You were playing Barbies with Betty Finn. You were a Bluebird. You were a Brownie. You were a Girl Scout Cookie.
: They all want me as a friend or a fuck. I'm worshiped at Westerburg and I'm only a junior.
: Veronica, can you come back here a minute? Veronica Sawyer
: A true friend's work is never done. Heather Chandler
: God, they're not gonna expel him. they'll just suspend him for a week or something. Heather Chandler
: He used a real gun, they should throw his ass in jail. Veronica Sawyer
: He used blanks. all he did was ruin 2 pairs of pants, maybe not even that... can you bleach out urine stains?
: Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Teresa?
] Intense... grow up. You think I'll drink it just because you call me chicken...? Just gimmie the cup, jerk.
: God, they won't expel him, they'll just suspend him for a week or something. Heather Chandler
: He used a real gun. They should throw his ass in jail. Veronica Sawyer
: No way. He used blanks. All J. D. really did was ruin two pairs of pants, maybe not even that. Can you bleach out urine stains?
: So, what's the question? Heather Duke
: Yeah, so what's the question, Heather? Heather Chandler
: Goddamn, Heather, you were with me in study hall when I thought of it. Heather Duke
: I forgot. Heather Chandler
: Ugh... such a pillowcase.
: [sticker inside locker
] I shop, therefore I am.