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: Headline: Adam Rove meets the, uh, chief of police.
: Well, nice work, Jane.
[he leaves, Helen looks at Joan
: He calls me Jane sometimes when he forgets that my name is Joan.
: I talk to angels.
: [walking Adam out of his office
] First thing every morning you report to me, got it? Adam
: Uh-huh. Gavin Price
: I may not be able to stop you from getting high away from school, but you are mine between 8 in the morning and 3 in the afternoon. Adam
: OK, Mr. Price. Gavin Price
: If I even suspect that you are under the influence of drugs, what will happen? Adam
: You'll urine-test me. Gavin Price
: For your own good. Adam
: And call the cops. Gavin Price
: Mm-hm. Adam
: Ruin my life. Gavin Price
: All for your own good.
: Uh, I think I got better things to do than watch a bunch of cheerleaders flash their panties at brain-dead jocks. Joan
: Yeah, and, um, me, too. I have a big party I have to go to, so... Adam
: I would go if Jane was going, but...
: Oh, Jane, glad I caught you here. This is for good luck.
[Adam gives her a piece of art that looks like a cheerleader... Well, sort of
: Adam... Well, thank you, but I already tried out. Adam
: I missed it? No way, man. Joan
: Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's okay... Sorry, But thanks for the... Adam
: It's a cheerleader. You know, it's got the little hairy things. Joan
: Pompoms? Cool. Adam
: I can't believe I missed it, though. How'd it go? Joan
: Uh... well, ha ha. I can definitely say I'm not going to be a cheerleader. Adam
: Why not? They didn't like you? Joan
: Wow... I always thought you'd hate me if I was a cheerleader. Adam
: No way. Why? Joan
: 'Cause we're sub-defectives, and that would be like deserting the army or something. Adam
: Oh. No, I don't care if you're a cheerleader or sub-defective or whatever. I just like hanging out with you 'cause you're Jane. Joan
: You're promoting intimacy. Joan Girardi
: They're my parents. Adam
: Well, what about us? Joan Girardi
: What about us? Adam
: What about us? Joan Girardi
: What *about* us? Adam
: What about... Joan Girardi
: Is it just me or is this going nowhere?
: Maybe I'm bad at stuff like this... but we kissed. It's not like I've kissed a lot of girls. Maybe I've only kissed one. Joan Girardi
: Right. Adam
: Well maybe it meant something to me. Joan Girardi
: Maybe it meant something to me, too. Adam
: I don't... I don't know what to do with it now. Joan Girardi
] Me neither. Adam
: Maybe it's like that anti-drug guy said, you know? Romantic love is like a mental illness. It just happens and then what are you gonna do? Joan Girardi
: Maybe we're just not ready. Adam
: Okay. I accept that. Were you ready for that other guy?
[Referencing God, whom Joan was dancing with at the party
] Joan Girardi
: That's different.
[after a long pause
] Joan Girardi
: Hey, wanna dance?
: Rove is against physical violence, but I overrode him. Adam
: Yeah, I guess it's like the UN. Your vote counts for more.
: Iris is a good person... Joan
: I know!... It... eck hem... It's just that her voice, it drives me crazy... Adam
: Its her real voice... It drives me crazy too... Joan
: But you love her. Adam
: I... I like her a lot. Joan
: And you want me to like her too... Adam
: No... But I want you to like me Joan
: Adam... I don't just like you... Adam
: Yeah... yeah me too... Good night, Jane.
: Jane! Joan
: Go away, Adam. Adam
: How did you know it was me? Joan
: You're the only one who calls me "Jane".
: [reading Adam's mom's suicide note
] "Dearest boy, my Adam. I dreamed a dream, you and I facing each other in a tiny yellow boat on green water under a blue sky. Me and my son and a yellow boat. And we laugh, and the boat rocks and the ripples spread from the boat to pond to sea to sky and nothing can stop them, and nothing ever will. When you think of me, Adam, know that in a world of pain, you were, and always will be my joy. Love, Mom." Adam Rove
: Thank you. Joan Girardi
: The ripples were good!
: He just wants to make fun of my stuff. Joan
: No, he seems sincere. Adam
: Rockin' insight, Jane.
[Adam walks off in a huff. Obviously upset
: Did I just miss something? Grace
: Uh, Clay Fisher just flirted with you. Adam Rove is all about you. Dramatic tension ensued. Were you born without a radar?
: And what career would you like to explore, Mr Rove? Adam
: I wanna to do something soulless and corporate, Mr. Price. Gavin Price
: Good choice.