Better Luck Tomorrow

God damn, it's hot.

Are you done yet?

Early admissions?

Ivy Leaguers love it.

Gets 'em all wet.

All that studying finally pays off,

and you get to leave this hellhole a year early.

Damn, what is it, like 95 degrees?

Can't wait to go to college, man.

It's like natural selection.

Every hot chick you meet's got a brain.

Not mine.

Not mine.

You never forget the sight of a dead body

but then again, I was experiencing

a lot of things for the first time.

I guess it's just part of growing up.

How many calories in each stick?

550.

How many grams of fat?

32 grams, but we do cook it in vegetable oil.

I'll take two then.

Could I have mine extra crispy?

Sure. No problem.

It's not as hard as it looks.

All it takes is the extra five minutes

reading the manual after you get hired.

The way I saw it, as long as it made it

on my college application, it was all worth it.

You just can't count on good grades

to get into a decent school anymore.

Virgil and I have been friends since the fourth grade,

when he moved to my school.

He was the other smart kid.

Let's go, you perv.

Dude, did you see the fucking rack on that?

Man, middle-aged hos are the finest.

This is Han, Virgil's cousin.

He's everything Virgil's not.

You ladies ready?

I shoot 215 free throws a day.

My goal is to beat Calvin Murphy's record

of 95.8 percent.

That's 207 baskets.

Punctilious.

"Marked by or concerned about precise, exact accordance

with the details of codes or conventions."

To get a perfect score on my next SAT

I needed to improve my verbal score by 60 points.

I picked a new word every day

and repeated it over and over again.

They say if you repeat something enough times,

it becomes part of you.

Punctilious. Adjective.

"Marked by or concerned about precise, exact accordance

with the details of codes or conventions."

* Oh, we could rock

* Or we could bomb

* Or we could try

* Like super hard

* Or we could come

* Or we could lose

* Or we could totally totally, totally freak you *

* I wanna spread my dementia

* I wanna knock it off the line *

* Give me attention

* Every day and every night

* Whoo-hoo...

* Whoo-hoo...

Stephanie Vandergosh.

It's girls like her

that make you realize that life's not fair.

I swear, I saw her in a porn.

What are you babbling about?

Daric Loo, academic all-star.

But don't let the letterman jacket fool you--

it's for tennis.

Hey, so we're using your credit card, right?

If we get caught,

I'm saying you stole it from me.

Nigga, please.

The amoeba

is a primitive and simple organism,

which absorbs its prey

and incorporates it into itself.

Miss Vandergosh

and Miss Nabham,

is there something you would like

to share with the class?

I thought as much.

Uh, Mr. Farmer, please switch seats with Miss Vandergosh.

Now that I have your complete attention,

today we will see a movie.

It is entitled, The Amoeba.

Lunch time was club time.

This was where everyone loaded up on their extracurricular

activities for their college app.

And, of course, Daric was the president of every club.

...but, being part of an ecology club, it's important that we do.

Unfortunately, all the really worthwhile things

about high school were few and far between.

She is right down the hall

Well, what I'm most concerned about

are the abrasions on her arms and her back.

It was my fault-- I fell down some stairs,

but I feel fine now.

Don't get me wrong. I mean, I think there's some

pretty fine-looking bitches in high school.

It's just that they're all

so fucking stingy about giving it up.

Dude, you're a fucking virgin.

Dude, I can get laid whenever I want to.

Any time, anywhere, any place.

Yeah, by who, your middle-aged aunt?

No, but your mom's been

looking mighty fine lately.

Hey, shut the fuck up.

Especially with those... what was that thing

she bought the other day?

Okay, it comes to $482.82.

Is your brother Carl?

Yeah.

I thought you looked familiar.

I-I'm Virgil. I was in, uh, Cub Scouts

with your brother.

Oh, this is my friend, Ben.

Hi. Hey.

So, uh, what are you doing these days?

I just got out of college.

Oh, what was your major?

Theater.

Theater. That's, that's...

I love the theater, you know.

It's a... Sign here.

That makes you, like, a thespian, right?

You know, you-you have that, like, kind of an "X" factor,

that charisma thing.

You definitely got it going, really.

Thanks.

Well, it was nice seeing you again.

Yeah. So... plays.

Let me know if you're ever in one or...

Hey, Virg... So.

Okay. Yeah. Yeah, cool.

Yeah, di...?

What the fuck was that? What?

You're gonna get us caught!

Watch it!

Like she's gonna go for you.

At least I try.

That's enough, girls.

We were always pissed at Virgil,

but we always let it slide.

We had to-- he's like the little puppy

that keeps shitting on the carpet.

Hey, Virg.

What color is the sticker today, man?

Wake up!

Orange.

Give 'em up.

Let's go.

Fuck you.

Hi.

Hi.

It's my little brother, and he came home

with all this computer stuff

he can't afford.

So my mom...

Yeah. Do you have a receipt?

It started with a pack of baseball cards,

and then it snowballed.

I guess it just felt good to do things

that I couldn't put on my college application.

Besides, it was suburbia...

we had nothing better to do.

Our straight A's were our alibis,

our passports to freedom. Going to a study group

would get us out of the house until 4:00 in the morning.

As long as our grades were there, we were trusted.

We had it all.

Well, almost.

"Uncap the needle."

"Swab the finger with the rubbing alcohol."

"Prick the finger."

Come on, Ben.

On three.

One...

See, that wasn't so bad.