You had friends in Chicago?
You can have friends here.
Most scenes together: Steve & Rachel (4), Steve & Gavin (2), Gavin & Rachel (2)
You had friends in Chicago?
You can have friends here.
Evening, Officer!
What are you doing?
Oh, I'm getting rid of rats! The pink-eyed vermin can't see for spit!
Hello Charles, cycle any anabolic goodies lately?
You're funny, Strick.
Thanks, I'm here all week.
Anyways Rachel, there's a couple of us guys going to the Yogurt Shoppe later if you wanna come by...
The Yogurt Shoppe? Yeah! [to Steve] You wanna make an "active culture" joke here, Stevie Boy, or should I handle this one?
Hello, Lorna. How are you doing today, my dear?
Drop dead.
Contact.
It's a class system here at CB High, Stevie Boy. Check it out. [points to the car enthusiast students] There, you've got your motor heads, car jocks, all the world's a gasket and a lube job and a pack of Lucky's. Music of choice: Posi-traction overdrive, classic rock, Skynyrd, The Allmans, Bruce. Drug of choice: Beer, Miller Genuine Draft. Keggers can't be choosers.
Freaks that fix leaks.
Over here you have your microgeeks... nerds, whiz kids and various other bottom feeders. Music of choice: The sound of an Apple PC booting up. Drug of choice: Stephen Hawking's "A Brief History of Time"... and a cup of jasmine tea on a Saturday night.
Freaks that go squeak.
Over there you have your skaters. Riffin', raging kids and their ramp tramps. Baggy pants, Dickie wools, doing 50-50 grinds... with a gnarly grab finish on a homemade half-pipe in the woods. Music of choice: The whack of a hackysack. Drug of choice: Ecstasy, E-tab, baby; longer lovin' through science.
Freaks in sneaks.
Here's where it gets really... nasty. [points to the Blue Ribbons] Lorna runs with that group over there, the Blue Ribbons.
What's that?
Community group. Good kids. Have car washes and bake sales and kiss a lot of adult sphincter.
Blue Robots.
Hear, hear. Those three guys are Cradle Bay's answer to Manson, McVeigh and O.J.: Trent Whalen, Andy Effkin, Robby Stewart.
Hey, I bet you didn't know that toast came in three flavors.
Music of choice: the hum of perfection, the buzz of ambition. Drug of choice: life, the pursuit of clean living at the expense of all who sniffle at the hem of their gowns.
Freaks so chic.
The you've got kids like me and UV here, those who like their metal heavy, their Marlboro's light. Music of choice...
"Harvester of sorrow, language of the mad."
Drug of choice: what have you got?
Freaks all week!
That's it. Lesson over. Class dismembered. Welcome to Cradle Bay High, Stevie Boy. Welcome to my nightmare.
Look at this place: the Yogurt Shoppe... the Yogurt "Shop-e". What the **** is a "Shop-e"?
Why don't you make like a tree and leave?
Clever girl.
Mr. Newberry here has got the full-on Boo Radley, village idiot, Quasimoto thing going, don't you Mr. Newb?
What?
And he's currently involved in a war against the rodent population of Cradle Bay.
No, it is not bullshit, and it wasn't steroids!
What?
Gavin thinks some sinister force has taken over the Cradle Bay meatheads.
No, you know what it is! You know!
A sinister force?
You know, evil. Nowhere to turn, no one to trust, altogether ooky.
Rachel, this is Stevie Boy-good man. Stevie Boy, this is Rachel-Cooks Ridge trash.
Just tell me you have a really razor plan?
I am making this shit up as I go.
What happened?
We're the only ones left.
So what do we do now?
We go home.
Where's that?
Wherever. Wherever we are.
It's over, you son of a bitch. It's finished.
"Finished"? There'll always be other towns. Other troubled teens. Other troubled parents. Science is God!
Tell me, Shannon, do you get yelled at when you talk about your dead grandfather?
Steve...
'Cause around here, people go crazy if you talk about a dead brother.
What're you doing?
We can't very well let these shitbirds go off and graduate into the world, can we?
Maybe they can be helped!
No, they can't... And neither can I! [shows the gunshot wound to his stomach] Do good things, lunch boy.
Steven, you are home. Cradle Bay is where you belong, here with your family.
We want what's best for you.
Steven, do you really like the way you feel?
Oh, shut the **** up! [to his parents] You sold me out.
No, we didn't! We just want you back!
Steven, please...