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You're having a slumber party? I thought you gave those up|in junior high. It is not a slumber party.|It's an evening of female bonding. - Right, Mom?|- Sounds good to me, honey. - Hi, kids.|- Morning. - Hi, honey.|- Can you fix me a mug to go? You're setting a wonderful example. I gotta be at a staff meeting|in about five minutes. Don't forget about tonight, Dad.|You're going to stay upstairs, right? Oh, right, the slumber party. Didn't you give those things up|in junior high? - Wanna sign off on this, chief?|- Sure. - We beat Beverly High in tennis?|- Yeah, not that you'd care. I care. So what are you up to tonight? I've got a women's conference|I'm attending. At your house. Wait a minute, Brenda's slumber party? It is not a slumber party. Are you sure that this thing|is not a slumber party? I told you, it's a night of female bonding, a chance for us to get together|and talk about what's important. But we're doing it in our PJs. Well, that would make sense, unless|you'd prefer to sleep in your clothes. Well, can't we invite some guys|to come over later? I mean, after we've talked|and bonded and everything? Kelly, I thought what we wanted|was an evening to ourselves, where we don't have to think|about guys, or talk about guys, or worry about what we look like|because some guy is around. I mean, isn't that what we said? - So, what's the problem?|- Nothing. Actually, there is one thing. I kind of made plans|with this other friend of mine, Amanda Peyser.|You don't know her. She's a senior. - But we have been friends forever.|- So bring her. Well, I know this may sound stupid, but I don't want her to think|that this is a slumber party. I mean, it's not a slumber party, right? Guess where we're gonna be tonight? - You're crazy.|- Wild and crazy. She's kicking you|out of your own house? That's bold. I wouldn't stand for that if I were you. Well, I don't wanna be anywhere|that I'm not wanted. Well, what do you say|you and I go out tonight, try to find some girls who are interested in having a slumber party|with other guys? Now there's an idea. Hey, you guys got your nighties all set|for this evening? Well, we're sorry|you have to miss it, Steve. From what I hear, cheap thrills are|about all you're getting these days. Left you in the dust. - Your sister dissed me.|- Yeah, kind of, man, but it was weak. - Hi.|- Hi. Brenda, Kelly and Donna are here|to bond with you. Have fun, ladies. - Hi.|- Hi. Brenda, this is really weird. Kelly, we are going to have fun.|Where's Amanda? Oh, she's coming later. She wanted to bring her own car|in case Something better came along. I think this might be all|a little too down-home for her. Kelly, we're not going on hayrides. Look, why don't you just go upstairs|and change? All right, but I'm warning you.|I don't have a nightgown. - I wear men's silk pajamas.|- Whose? Very funny. How are we gonna|get in this place, man? Would you relax? They never card|as long as you're dressed right. And failing that,|I'll slip the guy 20 bucks. What's wrong with the way I'm dressed? - Nice tie.|- Hey, I bought this tie in Canada. Evening, ladies. So you really think|you can pick up a girl in here? I know I can pick up a girl in there. Wait a minute,|what happens when she asks you where you live, where you work?|What are you gonna say? I tell her I work for my father's|import-export company and go to SC part-time.|What do you do? I'm a professional hockey player|for the Kings. No. Say you took a year off from UCLA|to find yourself. They'll eat that up. Brenda would love this place, man. Yeah, by now that party's probably|crashing and burning. Girls need guys.|They can't have fun without us. Hello! - Hello!|- Amanda, hi! Amanda, this is Brenda, Donna, Andrea,|and Mrs Walsh. - Hi.|- Hello, everyone. I thought you said|this wasn't a slumber party. Excuse me, all. I'm going to bed.|Nice to meet you, Amanda. Amanda, if you need|a nightshirt or something, - I have some extras upstairs.|- How sweet of you, Brenda. Do you mind if I talk to Kelly|for a minute? Kelly, you can't be serious. The Pioneers at USC are having|the most amazing party tonight. We've got to be there. But we planned on being here,|remember? That was before this. Come on, Kelly,|I can't put on a nightgown - and run around like a schoolgirl.|- You are a schoolgirl, unless you suddenly graduated|and forgot to clue me. Well, then I guess I'm a schoolgirl|that gets invited - to the best frat parties in town.|- Well, have fun. - Don't tell me you're staying.|- All right, I won't. Okay. Okay, I'll stay|for a couple of hours. Maybe by then you'll be bored enough|to come to your senses. - You're gonna have fun.|- Okay, but I'm not going to parade around|in some strange girl's nightgown. Okay. Come on. Okay. Fine. Okay, we have chocolate ice cream,|vanilla ice cream, chocolate syrup - and whipped cream.|- Do you have any other cookies? Yeah. I think they're in the cupboard. I love cookies smushed in ice cream.|The best. Do you ever put popcorn|in your ice cream? Oh, that's disgusting. No, it's really good. Well, we have microwave popcorn|in a bowl over there. - Great.|- Wait. Okay. Amanda, what do you want?|Do you want vanilla or chocolate? Nothing for me, thanks. Oh, come on, Amanda, you're gonna|make us all look like pigs. You said it, I didn't. - Donna, that is so gross.|- I know, but I like it. I don't know why, but I do. Okay? This is something you can never do|with guys. - What?|- Pig out. - Do you eat on dates, Amanda?|- Never. But I always order something expensive. - Why?|- To let them know I'm worth it. Wow. I knew it was over with me and Steve when I started pigging out|every time we went out to eat. He never took you out to eat, Kelly. Okay. Okay, what's it gonna take?|$40? $50? - Come on, Steve.|- Chill, Brandon. Come on. I'm never coming back to this pigsty. It's weak anyway.|We're not missing a thing. - Steve, don't worry about it.|- I can't believe that guy. He wouldn't even take my money.|What's this world coming to? You know, I really hate being underage.|It sucks. - Steve?|- What? Remember those two girls|who were waiting out in front of the club when we were trying to get in? Which ones? One of them was wearing|a pair of biker shorts with garter belts sticking out under it,|little stockings, and the other one's wearing one of those|tops that looks like a bra, - but isn't a bra, but is a bra.|- Yeah, those. They were hot. - They're coming this way.|- Oh, I knew we were gonna get lucky. - Hi.|- Hi. - I'm Trena. This is Shelly.|- I'm Steven. This is Brandon. - Hi.|- God, it was so dead in there tonight. - I don't blame you guys for bailing.|- Yeah, it was kind of beat in there, huh? - God, I love your car. It's so hot.|- Well, it gets me around. I want one of these someday. So, what are you ladies doing|this evening? I don't know. What are we doing? - I'm not squashing you, am I?|- No, no, you're fine. - God, Steve, I love your car.|- Really? Yeah, I love the stick shift.|Is it hard to drive? No, not at all. In fact, in a sports car,|a stick's the only way to go. Puts you at one with the road|and the machine. Kind of zen-like. Very. - You ever driven a stick before?|- No, but I always wanted to. - Can I shift the gears?|- Go for it. - Ready. Just tell me when.|- When I say, push it up to third. Now. I love it. God, Brandon, you have|the most beautiful hair. It's so thick. - It's perfect hair for a convertible.|- Hey, you have very nice hair yourself. - So, you guys want to go to your place?|- I don't know. Why don't we go back to your place? Well, actually, our apartment's being kind of earthquake-proofed, right, Bran? Yeah. They're putting in|structural reinforcements. So we got to stay out all night.|Got any ideas? Actually, I know this really secluded|parking lot. It's behind this|boarded-up elementary school. It's right near here. - We could sort of hang out and talk.|- Sounds good to me. - What do you say, Bran?|- I think Let's do it. I am in sugar shock. I feel like I just gained 10 pounds. - So what do you guys wanna do now?|- Let's rent Pretty Woman. - Donna, you've seen that 300 times.|- It's dependable. You know, sometimes I think about running away and|becoming a *** on Hollywood Boulevard,|just so I can meet Richard Gere. - There's only one problem.|- What? You're not Julia Roberts. Oh, shut up. What? I'm just being honest. I wouldn't want you to go|and ruin your whole life. Look, we are not going to rent a movie. The whole point of us getting together|tonight was so we could talk. - What a concept!|- It's turning into a boring concept. All right, I am going to take these things|into the kitchen. Kelly, don't panic.|Do you want anything? No, really. Thanks. I'm full. Kelly, let's get out of here. If we leave now,|we'll get there fashionably late. I don't know. I promised Brenda. Come on, I would never|put you through this kind of torture. - Can't you just relax and have fun?|- No. This is completely seventh grade,|and you know it. Come on, Kel,|I hate to go to these things alone. Think how cool it will be.|Look at the option. - Hey, look what Andrea brought.|- What is it? - It's a Ouija board.|- Oh, my God, I love these things. - They are so cool.|- What do you do with it? Well, you ask it questions.|Contact spirits. Sorry. Do you think that we could really|do that? If the energy is right. Give me a break!|That thing's a bunch of crap. I wouldn't say that if I were you.|It's a pretty powerful thing. - I'm so scared.|- Well, why don't you try it? Okay, I will. - I'm gonna go turn off the lights.|- Okay. Great. Let us all join hands. We are gathered here tonight as friends to open the door to the spirit world. If there are any spirits|who would like to pass through, this room is a safe haven for you. Right? - Yes.|- Yeah. Give me a break. Does anybody have anyone|they would like to contact? Brenda? - I don't know anybody that's dead.|- Okay. Why don't we try to contact|my grandma? Fine. Okay. Everybody take two fingers|and place them near the magic window in the middle of the board. Now concentrate. Oh, my God. "I", "M", "H", "E", "R", "E". I'm here. It spelled, "I'm here. " Grandma? - What is that?|- She's here. I'm scared. You guys, I'm really scared. - I think they're gonna kill us.|- But what a way to go. What is it? There's some creep outside|taking photos of us. Oh, my God. It's David Silver. Give me that, you little pervert. You know, you better get out of here|before I call the police. - Geek.|- Loser. That was my mom's camera. Can you believe those guys? I can't believe such immature people|go to our high school. Neither can I. What's wrong?|Are the spirits no longer cooperating? No, this is This is too powerful.|I don't think that we're ready for this. - Damn it.|- What? - It's after midnight.|- So what? - Do frat boys turn into pumpkins?|- No. They turn into drunken slobs. - You sure made my night.|- Amanda, you didn't have to come. What, and miss all the fun?|The party games? - Well, why don't you just leave?|- No. I don't want to. Besides, everyone's ruined my night. - It's my turn to ruin theirs.|- What are you talking about? Okay, everyone.|I've got a game if you're up for it. - What?|- Skeletons in the closet. What is it? Well, everyone sits in a circle,|and the person in the middle has to answer all our questions,|as honestly as possible. What kinds of questions? Well, it's up to you.|Whatever you feel like asking. Of course, the better the questions,|the better the game. I I don't know. - Why? You got so much to hide?|- No. Look, you guys,|this game can get pretty intense. - The more intense the better.|- Okay. Let's do it. Who wants to go first? I will. - Well, it sure is dark.|- And private. I like private. - Hi.|- Hi. - I wanna drive it.|- What? - Your car. I want to drive it.|- Sure, anytime. I wanna drive it now. - Now?|- Yeah. - It would really make me crazy.|- It would? Everybody out of the car.|Trena wants to drive it. - Now?|- Only for a minute. I wanna drive around the parking lot. Okay. Okay, remember what I told you? It's like an "H." First. Second. Third. And fourth. And fifth and sixth,|but don't worry about those. Okay, got my foot on the clutch.|I'm ready to go. - Okay, just let up on the clutch slowly.|- Okay. Easy. She's stripping my gears. - Had enough yet?|- No. Come on! What are you doing? Where are you going? What's going on? Steve, I don't think they're coming back. Brandon, shut up. They're coming back, and we're gonna|wait right here until they do. Steve, we've been waiting here|over an hour, buddy. - Maybe it's time|- Brandon, if you want to leave, leave. But I'm staying here.|I know they're coming back. So, what do you think they're doing|out there in your car? I could think of a lot of things.|Like, maybe they went to get us beers. Or maybe Trena left her purse|at the bar, and there's a long line,|and they can't get back in. Brandon, you saw the way|they were coming on to us. - You can't fake that stuff.|- We got scammed, all right, Steve? They stole your car|and they scammed us. And I'm not going to sit around here|any longer and listen to you|make excuses for them. - Where are you going?|- I'm going to the police. You coming? No. I can't believe what a moron I am. What's my dad gonna say about this? Just tell him the truth. He might never let me|live this one down. What if people at school find out?|I'm gonna be totally humiliated. You gotta swear. You gotta swear you're not gonna tell|anybody about this. Scout's honor. - What?|- "Scout's honor. " No one's ever said that to me before. Well, that's the problem, Steve. Things like this don't happen|to good Scouts. Is it too late to join? So, who wants to start?|You can ask her anything. Okay. What's your middle name? Marlene. What's your favorite color? Fuchsia. "What's your middle name?|What's your favorite color?" Retch! The game is called|"Skeletons in the closet. " We're just warming up. Kelly. What was your first *** experience? Now that's more like it. Okay. It was with Steve. After we'd been going out|for about a month, he started talking about sex constantly. Neither of us had ever done it,|so naturally we were curious. But he was definitely more curious|than me. It got to the point where|all's we would talk about was sex. How? When? Where? Anyway, after all the talking|and planning, we ended up doing it in his bedroom|one day after school while his mom was downstairs being|interviewed by Entertainment Tonight. They even talked to Steve afterwards, and you should see the tape.|He's got this huge grin across his face the whole time they're talking to him. No. Why don't you tell them|about the real first time you had sex? - That was the first time, Amanda.|- Oh, really? - Whatever happened to Ross Webber?|- Who's Ross Webber? Well, come on, Kel. All right, I'll tell you. Ross Webber was this godly stud|on the football team who I had a hopeless crush on|in the ninth grade. - B.N.J.|- What's that? Before Nose Job. Right. Anyway, I was working the whole year|at getting close to him. I started hanging out|with the JV cheerleaders, going to all the games, just tagging along|wherever he was going to be. And one night, after some game, everybody was getting drunk except me. And a bunch of us|drove up to Mulholland. When we got there, Ross says he wants to take me|to his favorite spot in the woods. And I'm so stupid, I think, "Wow, that would be a neat thing to do. " But of course, when we get there,|all's he wants to do is have sex. He kept saying, "Come on, Kel, I know you want it. "I know you want it, Kelly. " And I did. But not on the ground. He didn't even bring a blanket. And it was over pretty quick.|And after that, he took me home. And never talked to me again. Is that what you had in mind? Okay, fellas. Let me get this straight. - You met these two outside Floodlights.|- Right. What were you doing|outside Floodlights? You gotta be 21 to get in there. - Well, we were just driving by.|- Right. And those girls just came up to the car. And asked you to drive them|to the abandoned elementary school. - Well, yeah.|- That's trespassing, you know. But we'll let that slide. Then what? Well, then she begged me|to let her drive my car. In fact, that's all she talked about - from the second she met me.|- That's right. - So you let her drive your car.|- Well, yeah. And then her friend jumped in,|and she kept on driving - right out of the parking lot.|- But you told her she could. - Well|- She had your consent. - Sort of.|- Sorry, fellas, that's not car stealing. That's car borrowing. - What?|- You can't be serious. Forty-eight hours,|if the car is still missing, then you can report it stolen. But until then,|I'm afraid you don't have a case. Or a car. Go ahead, ask me anything. Why does everybody call you "Andrea"? - Excuse me?|- What, are you British? I mean, Andrea. God. - It is pretty pretentious.|- It's pronounced both ways. But Andrea is Well, it's a little boring and common.|I like to be different. - Good answer.|- Thank you. - So, am I through?|- No, not yet. Have you ever slept with a guy before? - That's really personal.|- That's the point of the game. If you can't take it,|maybe you should go home. No. No, I have never slept with a guy before. I mean, yet. Well, if you could sleep with any guy|in school, who would it be? - Come on, you guys. I can't answer that.|- Yeah, you can. I don't know, I I guess I guess - I guess it would have to be|- Brandon. - No.|- No? No. Not Brandon. No. You know, it would have to be|Hans Fleischman, he is this incredibly gorgeous lifeguard|who pulled me out of the water when I was stung by a jellyfish|at Zuma beach last summer. Sure, Andrea. We believe you. What is this? I told you, Brandon is just a friend.|I do not want to sleep with him. Wait a second. Is this the same guy you're always|walking around the halls with, batting your big cow eyes at every day? What are you talking about? Get a life, Andrea.|The whole school knows. Not that they care. It's true. Okay. Okay. So it is Brandon. So who do we call?|Your mom or my mom? Definitely your mom.|At least she won't hit me. Hey, kid. - Your license number I8A 4RE?|- Yeah. Why? We just picked up two girls|breaking 100, no ID, driving a charcoal Corvette,|vanity plates, "I ate a Ferrari. " You're kidding. Where are they? We should have them here|in a few minutes. Yeah! Justice is served. Yeah. Come on, Donna,|you got to have some secrets. I don't. I tell you guys everything. If you could go out|with any guy in school, who would it be? Greg Houseman. You know that.|She never stops talking about him. Well, he's cute. What is the most dishonest thing|you have ever done? Nothing. Didn't anybody in your family go insane|or something? Anything? No. We're all really normal. You know what your problem is, Donna? What? Your life is totally boring. Anybody who can't dredge up|one secret about themselves is either lying or a total zero. That is not true. Why? What are you hiding, Brenda? - Nothing, Amanda.|- Really? That's not what I hear. Those are the girls that stole my car. - Steve.|- Brandon. What happened to you guys?|We came back and you weren't there. What are you talking about?|We waited an hour for you. An hour?|Do you think we were gone that long? No, it doesn't seem like it was that long. Oh, come on, you guys scammed us.|You stole his car. Brandon! - What are you talking about?|- We were just fooling around. We went for a little ride, but I took|a weird turn, and we just got lost. It was so scary. We were driving as fast as we could|to get out of there, and I just kept worrying about you guys, wondering if I was ever|going to find you again. Oh, spare me. Do you really think|we believe that story? So, are you gonna make this up to me? Definitely. - Okay, you can let them go.|- I can't let her go. She's got a warrant out for her arrest|on a prior speeding ticket. She's got to pay $150 bail. And I'm broke. Steve. Do you take Visa? Brenda, what is the most completely|outrageous thing you've ever done? I went with a bunch of my friends|last summer down to the lake. And a few of the guys decided|to go skinny-dipping. - Did you?|- No. They were just trying|to get us to take off our bathing suits. So instead, we took theirs. - How outrageous.|- Why don't you just shut up? - Did I hit a nerve?|- No. It's just that you've been acting|like a total *** - since the minute you got here.|- Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. So, is that it? No shameless secrets from your past? - Actually, maybe there is one.|- I knew it. Back in Minneapolis,|my best friend was Marjorie Miller. And she was going out|with Jim Townsend, who I thought was really, really cute. So, once we were at this party, and Jim and I were alone,|we were outside or something, and somehow we started kissing. Of course, I liked it. And when Marjorie heard about it|that night, she called me really late. It woke up the whole house,|and she was crying, she was hysterical. She kept saying, "How could you do that to me, Brenda? "How could you do that?" And the part I hate to think about is that I know why I did it. I did it to break them up. Wow. Did you guys|ever become friends again? Not like we were. Brenda, I have a confession|to make to you. What? After you started going out with Dylan,|I tried to get a date with him. - What?|- Brenda, I have always liked him. And he was flirting with me all last year|before you moved here. - Did you ever go out with him?|- No. Well, obviously he wasn't interested. Okay, Brenda. I get the picture. I was just trying to be honest. But I You know, I thought after what you said,|you'd understand. What? Understand that you were putting|the moves on my boyfriend? Look, just forget it, all right? You know, ever since you started|going out with Dylan, you have developed|this side to your personality that's completely unbearable. Donna, is that true? Well, you have become a little stuck-up. Me? You and Kelly|are two of the most stuck-up people - I've ever met in my life.|- Fine. I cannot believe you guys. I came here tonight because I thought|I was gonna make good friends. You guys are so gossipy. Thanks for the memories.|I'm out of here. - So am I.|- Me, too. Told you|we should have gone to the frat party. Hey. We haven't put Amanda in the circle. That's right, Amanda. It's your game. Oh, forget it.|You guys are all a bunch of dupes. I would never tell you anything private|about myself. - Wished I hadn't.|- Me, either. Kelly, no. I'm glad you did. What happened to you|was a terrible thing. And I'm glad you told us. And I guess it's nice to know|that you're really not so perfect after all. What would ever make you think|I was perfect? Brenda, I'm sorry. I would never try|and steal Dylan from you. I lost one best friend|because of some stupid guy. - I'm not going to lose two.|- Thanks. And I'm sorry I called you pretentious. - And I'm sorry I called you gossipy.|- It's okay. Sometimes I am. Well, I'm sorry|for not having more problems. But I plan to. And when I do, I'm going to need|your shoulders to cry on. Come here. - Hey, where did Amanda go?|- She left. Good riddance. - She left her purse.|- Good. Let's throw it out the window. Oh, my God. What are all these pills? Let me see. These are diet pills. Take too many of these,|and PMS starts to look like a vacation. - And after seeing Amanda tonight|- Hello? Hello, I forgot my Give me that. I can't believe|you guys went through my purse. Amanda, when's the last time you ate? - What?|- My mom used to pop these like candy. They kill your appetite|and *** your personality. - Just give me my stuff.|- Why are you doing this to yourself? Look, I'm just not lucky enough|to be born as beautiful as you. - I've got to work at it, all right?|- You are beautiful, Amanda. Remember me in eighth grade?|Was I beautiful then? - Yes, you were pretty.|- I was fat, Kelly. And then you went on a diet|and you lost all that weight. That's right. And I swore that no matter what,|I would never be that way again. No matter what. Even if it's turned you into a total ***? So, what do you want me to do?|Blimp out? God, guys don't go for fat chicks.|Everybody knows that. I'm not saying you have to be fat. But why don't you just relax|and be whoever you're gonna be - without all these pills?|- God, I wish I could do that. I really wish I could. Would it help to talk about it? Oh, sure. Guess you guys got me.|My skeleton's out. I used to be fat, and now I'm thin.|And I'm a ***. - Bye.|- Amanda, please don't go. - Why? Don't you want me to go?|- No. I want you to stay here|with the rest of us. Are you sure? Definitely. Absolutely. Okay. Okay, I'll stay. Good. Brenda, do you have any more of those|chocolate-covered cookies in the refrigerator? - Yeah, I think there's a whole box left.|- Great. - Hey, Donna?|- Yeah? - Will you bring me a couple?|- Sure. On second thought,|why don't you bring the whole box? Got it. Call me anytime. - I really appreciate this, Steve.|- Well, how about tomorrow night? Tomorrow's fine. - Bye.|- Bye. Yeah. "This certificate good for one|deluxe manicure at Trena's Nails. " Hey, this isn't what I had in mind|about making it up to me. What happened tonight, Brandon? I thought we had it wired|with those girls. Steve, we got scammed.|But you know what? I had a blast, man. Sure beats the hell out|of a slumber party. - Sure does.|- Maybe Brenda could use this. Thanks. "Oh, I'm broke. " Brandon. Most guys would die to be in this room. Where have you been? - Out with Steve.|- Doing what? Oh, you know, guy stuff. What'd you guys do? Oh, you know, girl stuff. Meaning what? Meaning you tell me, I'll tell you. Forget it. I don't even want to know|what "girl stuff" is. Good. I wouldn't have told you anyway. - Good night, Brenda.|- Good night, Brandon. Good night, John-Boy.