High school is like the training wheels...
for the bicycle of real life.
It is a time when young people can explore...
different fields of interests...
and hopefully learn from their experiences.
In coming to terms with my own personal setback...
I have been able to learn...
that I don't need to rely on drugs and alcohol...
and that I'm very lucky...
that more people besides myself and Kerry...
weren't injured in the accident.
And I have learned...
that to overcome life's obstacles...
you need faith, hope...
and above all, a sense of humor.
No more education
It's time for celebration
'Cause this is the day of our high school graduation
We've stayed for the duration
Achieved matriculation
Now we're the newest members of the general population
God, what a bunch of retards.
God, I know. I thought that chipmunk face...
was never going to shut up.
I know. I liked her so much better...
when she was an alcoholic crack addict.
She gets in one car wreck...
and all of the sudden she's Little Miss Perfect...
and everyone loves her.
Let's see if they gave me the right diploma.
- What? - What?
These assholes are saying I have to go to summer school...
and take some stupid art class.
Why?
God, I didn't think that just because you get an "F"...
you have to take the whole class over again.
Loser.
Wow. This is so bad, it's almost good.
This is so bad, it's gone past good and back to bad again.
At least we'll never have to see...
any of these creepy faces ever again.
Unless they're in your summer school class.
Shut up.
- Don't turn around. - What? Why?
- Don't turn around. - Damn it.
Oh, my God. You guys, I can't believe we made it.
Yeah. We graduated high school.
How totally amazing.
So, what are you guys doing this summer?
Nothing.
Well, I'm going to this actor's workshop...
and I'm hoping to start auditions soon.
Oh, we have to get together this summer.
Yeah. That'll definitely happen.
Well, bye, you guys.
Congratulations!
- Hey, Rebecca. - Oh, hi.
So, we finally--
What about me? Am I not even here?
Hey, Enid.
- So, we finally made it, huh? - Yeah.
So, where are you going to go to college?
We're not.
Really?
Both of you? Why not?
Just because.
Yeah, we made other plans.
I guess I should have figured...
that you two would do something different.
So, Todd, what are you going to be when you grow up?
Well, I'm majoring in Business Administration...
and thinking of minoring in Communications, so--
See, that's exactly the type of thing we're trying to avoid.
Look at this.
Is Stacy Himmler going out with Rod Harbaugh?
Oh, God. How perfect.
He better watch out, or he'll get AIDS when he date-rapes her.
Where is the love
You said you'd give to me
As soon as you were free?
Will it ever be?
God, just think. We'll never see Dennis again.
Good.
No, really. Think about that.
It's actually totally depressing.
Is it crazy for an oil company to care about the environment?
We don't think so.
I already told you I'm not going to college.
I think it's a good idea to keep all your options open.
You can even enroll in the winter quarter.
Actually, you could live here...
and go to the city college part time...
and still get a job if you want.
Look at me. I'm not even listening...
to a word you're saying.
Did I tell you who I ran into at the bagel place?
Who?
- Guess. - How should I know?
Well, someone from the past.
- Who? - You give up?
- Yes. - Maxine.
- Not the Maxine? - Yeah.
Oh, God. How horrifying.
It's very good.
Jesus.
Check out these people behind you.
I'm totally convinced they're Satanists.
So when are we gonna start looking for our apartment?
Soon.
I have to wait and see how this summer class goes first.
God, it's so weird that we're finally out of high school.
We've been waiting for this our whole lives.
It's such a weird feeling.
Yeah. It hasn't really hit me yet.
Well, well, well.
If it isn't Enid and Rebecca--
the little Jewish girl and her Aryan friend.
- You're late, asshole. - Fine, and how are you?
Did you bring the tape?
You never paid me for that tape of the Indian dance routine.
Yes, I did.
You Jews are so clever with money.
Fuck you! You stupid redneck hick.
Oh, my God. Look, the Satanists are leaving.
Hey, we should follow them.
Oh, we totally have to.
Oh, my God!
So, what do you do if you're a Satanist, anyway?
Sacrifice virgins and stuff.
Well, that lets us off the hook.
How the hell did we get so far behind them?
I don't know. That's just great.
- Jesus! - Oh, yay.
Oh, my God. Look at this.
"Wowsville"? Authentic Fifties diner?
Since when were there mini-malls in the 1950s?
Who could forget this great hit from the Fifties, huh?
I feel as though I've stepped into a time warp.
Hey, check out the awesome Fifties hairdo on our waiter.
Hi. My name is Allen...
and I'll be your waiter this afternoon.
- Hi, Al. - Can we call you "Weird Al"?
I'd imagine so.
You should check out the personals.
Maybe our future husbands are trying to contact us.
Here we go.
"Windsurfing doctor, Mensan IQ, maverick Sagittarius.
"Let's hit the clubs, make each other laugh."
You can have that one.
Jesus, listen to this one.
"Do you remember me, airport shuttle, June 7?
"You, striking blond with yellow dress...
"pearl necklace, brown shoes.
"I was the bookish fellow in the green cardigan...
"who helped you find your contact lens.
"Am I crazy, or did we have a moment?"
God, that's so pathetic.
I mean, she probably didn't even notice him.
And he's psychotically obsessing over every little detail.
We should call him and pretend to be the blond.
Oh, we totally have to.
It's his machine.
Hi, it's me.
Your striking blond.
Of course I remember you.
Let's get together for lunch sometime.
How about Friday at 1:00?
Meet me at my favorite restaurant-- Wowsville.
It's in the mall on Century Parkway.
See you there, darling.
Oh, yeah, and be sure to wear that sexy green cardigan.
Oh, it's that comedian I was telling you about.
- I still live with my mother. - He's the absolute worst.
So what if she's been dead for fifteen years?
See? That's barely even a joke.
Well, it's like I always say--
take my life...please.
Joey McCobb, the weirdest man in show business.
If he's so weird, how come he's wearing Nikes?
Joey McCobb is our god.
- I want to do him. - I bet.
Actually, he kind of reminds me...
of that one guy you went out with-- Larry.
God, what look was he going for...
a gay tennis player from the Forties?
- Fuck you. - You dated him.
Why do you have this?
I don't know. You lent it to me in, like, tenth grade.
Oh, look at how cute I am.
What a little hose bag.
Look, there's my dad with Maxine.
God, look at her. What a fucking monster.
If he starts dating her again, I'll kill myself.
Listen, lady, you tell me you want to relax your hair.
Sing it a lullaby or use this. It's all I've got.
Hey, what you doing?
You have five minutes left on your shift.
Well, hello there, young employee of the Sidewinder.
Look, I already told you guys, I'm not giving you a ride.
What can you tell me, young man...
about the various flavors of frozen yogurt?
I'll be done in a minute. Can you guys just wait outside?
I don't understand. I simply wish to know--
Josh, what are you doing?
In addition to our favorites, chocolate and vanilla...
this week we are featuring six-gun strawberry...
wild cherry roundup, and ten-gallon tangerine.
I don't believe I care for any of those.
What's up, Josh? Give me two packs of cigarettes today.
Working overtime. Sixteen hours.
And nature's nectar, wake-up Juice.
And give me six of these beef jerkys.
I'm hungry enough to chew the crotch out of a rag doll.
Hey! Hey, you!
How many times I tell you? No shirt, no service.
Get the hell out of my store.
What do you think this is, Club Med?
It's America, dude. Learn the rules.
No, you learn the rules. We Greeks invented democracy.
- You also invented homos. - Fuck you.
You wish. You got to buy me dinner first.
So...
Can we talk about this in a minute?
Seriously, I'm, like, this close to being done.
Son of a bitch.
What do you think you're doing?
Turn off that goddamn noise.
Rock 'n' roll, baby. Freedom of speech.
What do you think this is, Woodstock?
- That guy rules! - Who, Doug?
That guy spends more time in here than I do.
It's my parking lot!
So, Josh, will you please give us a ride?
- Please, Josh? - No.
- Please? It'll be super fun. - Please, Josh?
Look, I don't see why you guys even need a ride.
You could walk there in two minutes.
It's just an excuse for us to spend time with you, Josh.
If this guy freaks out, will you protect us?
This guy has every reason to freak out.
This is a pretty fucked up thing to do to somebody.
I think Josh is becoming too mature for us.
Oh, look, maybe that's him.
No. It's still twenty-five minutes too early.
Aren't there a million places like this?
No. This is the ultimate.
It's, like, the Taj Mahal of fake Fifties diners.
So, where's the Weird AI guy?
There he is back there.
I can see his hair bobbing up and down.
I want to make love to him.
I'm gonna tell him you said that.
So nice to see you again, ladies.
Hi, Weird Al. My friend here has--
Shut up!
- She says she wants to-- - Shut up!
Oh, my God.
God, that is obviously him.
Oh, my God. He just ordered a giant glass of milk.
That's a vanilla milkshake.
Oh, God, this is totally unbearable.
Fucking asshole! What's wrong with you?
Oh, my God. It's him.
- Can anybody drive? - He's insane.
- We should follow him home. - Forget it.
Come on, Josh. Don't you want to see where this guy lives?
God, he lives right in our neighborhood.
He doesn't even look all that bummed out really.
I know.
Wouldn't he be, like, totally pissed off?
This type of thing must happen to him all the time.
Mirror, father, mirror.
That piece is entitled "Mirror, Father, Mirror."
I like to show it...
to people that I'm meeting for the first time...
because I think it says so much about who I am...
and what it feels like to inhabit my specific skin.
And this is exactly what I'm hoping to get...
from each of you over the course of this summer--
a picture of your own self-exploration.
Now, my own background is in video and performance art...
but I'm hoping that doesn't influence you too much...
and you'll find your own ways of externalizing the internal.
And at the end of the summer, this class has been invited...
to participate in a show of high school art...
at the neighborhood activity center.
The title of the show will be...
"Brotherhood and Community: Art as Dialogue."
Are there any questions so far?
Great!
This is really creepy.
We just need to find out what apartment he's in...
and we'll stalk him from a distance.
I'm afraid if I see him, I'll feel really bad again.
This is girl mail.
This is computer catalogs and stuff.
"The W.C. Fields Fan Club Newsletter"?
Oh, my God. The National Psoriasis Foundation?
- Bingo. - Did you hear something?
Come on.
What if he recognizes us?
Eww, look at this.
Eww. Gross.
Kinda cute.
It looks like a gross rat.
That's a mongoose.
How much is it?
That's not officially for sale.
I might have to hang on to that for the time being.
So, you looking for anything in particular?
Do you have any other old records besides these?
Seymour does.
Who does?
Oh, him. Seymour.
He's the man with the records.
Do you have any old Indian records?
Indian records?
Yeah. You know, like, old Indian 1960s rock 'n' roll music.
I may have one Hindu 78...
in my collection from the Twenties...
but it's not really for sale.
I don't really collect foreign.
Those are all 78s. You play 78s?
Maybe not 78s, but I can play regular records.
Well, there's some good stuff in here.
- You like old music? - Yeah, it's good.
There's some choice LPs in here...
that reissue some really great old blues stuff.
How about this one? Is it any good?
No, that one's not so great.
Excuse me.
This is the one I'd recommend.
It's...
This track alone by Memphis Minnie...
is worth about $500 if you own the original 78.
I know the guy who owns the original...
and lent it for use on this reissue.
Wow.
- How much is it? - $1.75.
If you don't like it, you can bring it back for a refund.
We're here every Saturday.
I'm sure it's OK.
Enjoy.
It was so cute how he had his own little bags.
I thought I was going to start crying.
Yeah, he should totally just kill himself.
Oh, here's one.
But you have to share with a...
"nonsmoking feminist and her two cats".
I don't know. I kind of like him.
He's the exact opposite of everything I really hate.
In a way, he's such a clueless dork...
he's almost kind of cool.
That guy is many things, but he's definitely not cool.
This would be good, but there's no kitchen.
Yeah, but... you know what I mean.
Not really.
Forget it. I can't explain it.
Oh, my God. What are you guys doing here?
What are you doing here, Melorra?
My acting workshop is across the street from here.
I'm just on my break.
Well, we won't keep you.
I love this place.
It's so, I don't know... You know, funky.
So, what are you guys up to?
We're looking for apartments.
God, how cool. Where are you moving?
We don't know yet. That's why we're looking.
Somewhere downtown.
God, that's so exciting.
Oops, I should go.
Bye, you guys. Call me. Bye.
Funky.
What, is she black now?
So, I was thinking that when we look for our apartment...
we have to convince these people that we're totally rich yuppies.
What are you talking about?
That's who people want to rent to.
So all we have to do is buy semi-expensive outfits...
and I think it's no big deal.
It'll be really fun.
Honey, have you seen my blue spatula?
What, are you making pancakes?
Not if I can't find that goddamn spatula.
That's just great. When did you do that?
God, how long have you been standing there?
Hey, look. There's the pants.
Where are we going?
Let's go hassle Josh.
Hassle?
- Oh, look, there he is. - As always.
Waiting for the bus that never comes.
I wonder if he's just totally insane...
or he really thinks the bus is coming?
Why don't you just ask him?
Hi. What's your name?
Norman.
- Are you waiting for a bus? - Yes.
I hate to tell you this...
but they canceled this bus line two years ago.
There are no more buses on this street.
You don't know what you're talking about.
Josh!
I bet he's in there jerking off.
I'll bet he never jerks off.
Yeah, he's beyond human stuff like that.
Should we leave a note?
- Yeah. You got a pen? - Yeah.
"Dear Josh, we came by to fuck you...
"but you were not home. Therefore, you are gay.
"Signed Tiffany and Amber."
- You're going to leave that? - Why not?
Why do we have to go in here? I hate this place.
Don't worry. It'll only take a second.
Whoever told you that bullshit about boiling...
is out of his mind.
Carpet beetles are the only way to get flesh off a corpse.
I'm just telling you what he said.
Don't you creeps ever talk about anything nice?
Don't you ever talk about fluffy kittens or the Easter Bunny?
Look who's talking, Little Miss Badass.
Yeah, nice outfit.
Who are you supposed to be, Cyndi Lauper?
Blow me, doofus.
Oh, my God. Didn't they tell you?
- Tell me what? - Punk rock is over.
I know it's over, asshole.
Want to fuck up the system? Go to business school.
That's what I'm going to do.
Get a job at some big corporation...
and, like, fuck things up from the inside.
- You know, I'm not even trying-- - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, do you have my money?
Oh, how punk.
You know that tape sucked, by the way?
- So sorry if it offended Jew. - Go die, asshole.
- Get a job. - God, fuck you.
Can we go now?
You know, it's not like I'm some modern punk, dickhead.
It's obviously a 1977 original punk rock look.
Johnny Fuckface over there is too stupid to realize it.
I didn't really get it, either.
Everyone's too stupid.
It took me a while before I got a chance to actually play it...
but once I heard that song, it was like--
You liked it, huh?
There's some really rare performances.
What about-- Did you like the Memphis Minnie?
That was good, too. The whole record was good...
but that one song, "Devil Got My Woman..."
I mostly just keep playing that over and over.
Do you have any other records like that?
There are no other records like that.
Actually, I have the original 78 in my collection.
It's one of maybe five known copies.
Wow.
Yeah. Do you want to see it?
I can run upstairs and get it.
Sure, yeah.
Watch my stuff.
Here we go. It's...
It's only about a B-minus.
It's got an incipient lam crack...
but it plays decent as I recall.
- Oops, I dropped it! - Jeez!
I was only kidding.
Jesus, Seymour, are you all right?
Yeah, it's just...
it's very valuable.
Now, last week, I asked you...
to try to create a piece of artwork...
that responds to something you have strong feelings about.
I merely want to help you find...
the best way to look within yourselves...
the best key to your particular lock.
And it looks like we have some really interesting work up here.
Thanks.
What can you tell us about your piece...
Phillip?
It's about The Mutilator.
My goodness.
It's a really great video game...
about a guy who kills people with a big hammer.
Oh. I thought maybe this was supposed to be your father.
What can you tell us about this piece..
- Enid. - Enid.
Well, it's kind of a diary, I guess.
Colorful.
I think that Phillip and Enid can help us to see that...
there are many different ways we can express ourselves.
We can do things like these cartoons that are amusing...
as a sort of a light entertainment...
or we can do work that is more serious...
in scope, in feeling, and that deals with issues--
emotional, spiritual, political...
of great importance.
Who is responsible for this?
I am.
Talk to us about it.
It's my response to the issue of a woman's right to choose.
It's something I feel super strongly about.
Isn't this a wonderful piece, class?
This definitely falls into that higher category of art...
I was speaking of earlier.
In a world where nothing is what it seems...
in a time of uncertainty...
the future is about to be placed...
Hello. Welcome to Masterpiece Video.
How may I help you this afternoon, sir?
I'm looking for a copy of "8 1/2".
Is that a new release, sir?
No. It's the classic Italian film.
Yes, sir.
I'll just check that on the computer for you, sir.
Hello! How are you young ladies this afternoon?
May I help you find a particular Masterpiece movie?
No.
Yes, here it is.
"9 1/2 Weeks" with Mickey Rourke.
That would be in the erotic drama section.
No, not "9 1/2", "8 1/2". The Fellini film.
How about this one?
Forget it. I'm sure it sucks.
All these movies suck.
America's top critics agree--
"The Flower That Drank The Moon..."
Let's get out of here. This place makes me sick.
We have to do something fun tonight.
It's my last weekend of freedom before I start my stupid job.
I know a party we could go to later.
Really? Where?
It's a surprise.
Some records I will pay serious money for...
provided that they're a sincere V-plus.
Other than that, I just prefer to have them on CD.
But CDs will never have the presence of an original 78.
Wrong. A digital transfer, adequately mastered...
will sound identical to the original.
Do you have a decent equalizer?
- I have a Klipsch 2B3. - Obviously the problem.
You expect a ten-band equalizer...
to impart state-of-the-art sound?
Dream a little dream. It's never gonna happen.
I totally, totally hate you.
Come on. This is a fun party.
Erskine Hawkins and his orchestra, do you have that?
That's nice, but no.
- "Golden Wedding"? - Oh, I know that.
That's excellent.
What's the story with the two cheerleaders over there?
They're Seymour's.
Seymour? No. You got to be kidding me.
Don't worry about it. I've lived with the guy for five years.
He's not getting any. Neither are you.
Hey, you know what? Listen to me, Joe, all right?
Let me tell you something, Joe, OK?
You can't score a home run without swinging the bat.
All right? Physically impossible.
Watch and learn, padre.
How's it going, Adam?
There's a seat right there.
- Mind if I sit down? - Yes.
Oh, man. That was cold.
You're all right.
You're pretty sharp.
You're wearing a green dress. What are you, Irish?
I bet you're Irish. What's your name?
- Melorra. - Ah, Melorra.
So listen to me, Melorra.
Let me tell you something.
You seem like an interesting chick.
What are you doing hanging here with all these losers?
What do you say you and me go hit some night spots?
Well, Melorra, I'll be right back.
I'm gonna get a beer.
No, Enid, wait.
Hey, that's all right.
It has a large center hole and a hair crack.
But the crack is so tight, it's completely inaudible.
But a tight hair crack is just that-- a crack.
I don't collect cracked records.
I only pay premium on mint records.
Seymour, you know that. Please.
So, what was all that about enlarged holes and tight cracks?
I didn't think you would have any interest...
in this get-together.
If you would have told me you were coming...
I would have warned you it's not like a real party or anything.
You're right about that.
So, is this your record collection?
God, no. This is just junk I have for sale.
- The record room is off limits. - Really?
Here.
Are all these records?
I've got about 1,500 78s at this point.
I've tried to pare down my collection...
to just the essential.
Look at this room.
This is, like, my dream room.
Look at all this stuff.
You are, like, the luckiest guy in the world.
I would kill to have stuff like this.
Please. Go ahead and kill me.
Oh, come on. What are you talking about?
You think it's healthy to obsessively collect things?
You can't connect with other people...
so you fill your life with stuff.
I'm just like all the rest of these pathetic collector losers.
No, you're not. You're a cool guy, Seymour.
Then how come I haven't had a girlfriend in four years?
I can't even remember the last time a girl talked to me.
I'm talking to you.
You know, I bet there are tons of women...
who'd go out with you in a minute.
I know I could get you a date in, like, two seconds.
Good luck.
I mean it. You leave everything to me...
I'm going to be your own personal dating service.
Yeah, well, we should get back.
By the end of this summer...
you're going to be up to your neck in pussy.
Jesus.
What about her? Would you go out with her?
What kind of a question is that?
It's totally irrelevant, because a girl like that...
would never be caught dead with me.
Yeah, but put that aside for now.
Would you go out with her?
I really didn't get a good look at her.
Yes, you did. Whoa.
What about her? Are you into girls with big tits?
Jesus.
I mean, as long as she's not a complete imbecile...
and she's even remotely attractive...
Hey, look, there's Norman. Hi, Norman.
We need to find a place where you can go...
to meet women who share your interests.
Maybe I don't want to meet someone who shares my interests.
I hate my interests.
List your five main interests in order of importance.
I'd have to put traditional jazz, blues...
and then ragtime at the top of the list.
Right, so let's just say music.
That way, we only use up one.
All right.
Can we go in here for a second? Just for a second.
Just stopping by to say hi.
This is my friend Seymour.
OK. Well, we'll see you later, Josh.
Josh, what you goddamn doing?
Clean up that fucking mess! Jesus.
So, was that your boyfriend?
Josh? He's nobody's boyfriend.
He's just this guy that Becky and I like to torture.
But do you... Are you going out--
Oh, my God. We have to go in here. Come on.
Yeah, sure. Very funny.
Come on. Please?
Becky and I have been dying to go in here...
but we can never find any boys to take us.
- I would really rather not. - Come on. Please?
Just for a minute. It'll be a riot.
- I don't think so. - Please. Please.
Oh, my God. Look at all these creeps.
OK. Can we go?
This place is a total riot.
What are you doing?
Oh, my God.
Who would actually have sex with this thing?
"Corporate Slut". Sophisticated.
Come on. Can we go?
Seymour, you have to lend me the money to buy this.
I don't really have a lot of money on me right now.
Come on, Seymour. Please?
I don't want this showing up on a credit card statement.
I'll get put on some weird mailing list.
- It's not that much. - That's not the point.
Gimme all your money, bitch.
Where did you get that?
You'll never believe it. Guess.
Where?
Anthony's.
No way. When?
Just now. I went with Seymour.
You cunt.
Excuse me.
I can't read the trivia question.
"Where on the human body is the Douglas pouch located?"
Oh, God.
Slightly below the uterus on a female.
Wow.
He does that every single day.
I'll have a decaf-mocha to go.
One decaf-mocha.
Can I get you--
No, I do not want a biscotti with that.
God. How can you stand all these assholes?
Some people are OK...
but mostly I just feel like poisoning everybody.
At least the wheelchair guy is entertaining.
He doesn't even need that wheelchair.
He's just totally lazy.
That rules.
No, it really doesn't. You'll see.
You'll get totally sick of all the creeps...
and losers and weirdos.
But those are our people.
Yeah, well.
So, when are you going to get a job?
I'm working on it. Got a few leads.
Don't worry about it. I'll get a job next week.
God, I can't believe you went to Anthony's without me.
Oh, sweetie.
Honey, would you come in here for a minute?
Sweetie, you remember Maxine?
I'm going to go to bed. I'm really tired.
Honey, I made spaghetti. You don't want some?
No. I have to get up early for class tomorrow.
It's really quite something to see you all grown up, Enid.
I'd love to know what you're doing now.
I can't help but feel...
I had some small part in how you turned out.
What are you studying?
You were always such a smart little girl.
I'm taking a remedial high school art class...
for fuck-ups and retards.
Who is this, Enid?
It's supposed to be Don Knotts.
And what was your reason for choosing him as your subject?
I don't know. I just like Don Knotts.
Interesting.
What do we have here, Margaret?
It's a tampon in a teacup.
I can see that.
What can you tell us about it?
First of all, what kind of sculpture is this?
It's a found object.
That's where an artist takes an ordinary object...
and places it in an artistic context...
and thus, it becomes art.
But what can you tell us about it...
in regard to your artistic intent?
Well, I guess I see the teacup as a symbol for womanhood.
Such as tea parties in the olden days...
but instead of tea...
I was trying to kind of confront people with this--
This shocking image of repressed femininity.
Right. Exactly.
Well, I think it's a really wonderful piece...
and it illustrates perfectly what I was saying...
about not being afraid to use controversial imagery.
Oh. Well, this looks like the work of Phillip.
Hey, you see that guy over there?
- Which one? - The blond guy over there.
He gives me, like, a total boner.
He's, like, the biggest idiot of all time.
You guys up for some reggae tonight?
OK, you're right.
Sometimes I think I'm going crazy...
from sexual frustration.
And you haven't heard of the miracle of masturbation?
Heads up.
My band's playing here on Friday night...
and there's going to be a bunch of cool bands playing...
and you don't have to pay...
if you show them this flier at the door.
You should come check it out.
Which band is yours?
It's Alien Autopsy.
Oh. Bitchin'.
Yeah, well...
maybe I'll see you there.
Yeah. Thanks.
God, what a dork.
You're just jealous.
Trust me, at this point, I'm past the fact...
that every single guy likes you better than me.
Oh, face it. You just hate every single guy...
on the face of the earth.
That's not true.
I just hate all these extroverted, obnoxious...
pseudo-bohemian losers.
The Donnie G show. Donnie G!