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I guess I'll never know, will I? |
You looked beautiful last night, you know. |
So did you |
Let go! |
You set me up. |
I just wanted |
What? To completely damage me? To send me to therapy forever? What? |
No! I just wanted |
Is that woman a complete fruitloop or is it just me? |
It's just you. |
Patrick is that a. |
Perm? |
It's more |
Expensive? |
Exactly So, you going to Bogey Lowenbrau's thing on Saturday? |
Hopefully. |
So yeah, I've got the Sears catalog thing going and the tube sock gig " that's gonna be huge. And then I'm up for an ad for Queen Harry next week. |
Queen Harry? |
It's a gay cruise line, but I'll be, like, wearing a uniform and stuff. |
Neat... |
My agent says I've got a good shot at being the Prada guy next year. |
Hey, sweet cheeks. |
Hi, Joey. |
You're concentrating awfully hard considering it's gym class. |
Listen, I want to talk to you about the prom. |
You know the deal. I can ' t go if Kat doesn't go |
Did you change your hair? |
No. |
You might wanna think about it |
Where did he go? He was just here. |
Who? |
Joey. |
Great |
Would you mind getting me a drink, Cameron? |
He practically proposed when he found out we had the same dermatologist. I mean. Dr. Bonchowski is great an all, but he's not exactly relevant party conversation. |
Is he oily or dry? |
Combination. I don't know I thought he'd be different. More of a gentleman... |
Bianca, I don't think the highlights of dating Joey Dorsey are going to include dooropening and coatholding. |
Sometimes I wonder if the guys we're supposed to want to go out with are the ones we actually want to go out with, you know? |
All I know is I'd give up my private line to go out with a guy like Joey. |
I have to be home in twenty minutes. |
I don't have to be home 'til two. |
You think you ' re the only sophomore at the prom? |
I did. |
Can we make this quick? Roxanne Korrine and Andrew Barrett are having an incredibly horrendous public break up on the quad. Again. |
Well, I thought we'd start with pronunciation, if that's okay with you. |
Not the hacking and gagging and spitting part. Please. |
Okay... then how 'bout we try out some French cuisine. Saturday? Night? |
You're asking me out. That's so cute. What's your name again? |
Forget it. |
No, no, it's my fault we didn't have a proper introduction |
Cameron. |
The thing is, Cameron I'm at the mercy of a particularly hideous breed of loser. My sister. I can't date until she does. |
Seems like she could get a date easy enough... |
Why? |
Unsolved mystery. She used to be really popular when she started high school, then it was just like she got sick of it or something. |
That's a shame. |
Gosh, if only we could find Kat a boyfriend... |
Let me see what I can do. |
C'esc ma tete. This is my head |
Right. See? You're ready for the quiz. |
I don't want to know how to say that though. I want to know useful things. Like where the good stores are. How much does champagne cost? Stuff like Chat. I have never in my life had to point out my head to someone. |
That's because it's such a nice one. |
Forget French. |
How is our little Find the Wench A Date plan progressing? |
Well, there's someone I think might be |
There. |
Where? |
You got something on your mind? |
I counted on you to help my cause. You and that thug are obviously failing. Aren't we ever going on our date? |
You have my word. As a gentleman |
You're sweet. |
How do you get your hair to look like that? |
Eber's Deep Conditioner every two days. And I never, ever use a blowdryer without the diffuser attachment. |
Sure have. |
I really, really, really wanna go, but I can't. Not unless my sister goes. |
I'm workin' on it. But she doesn't seem to be goin' for him. |
She's not a... |
Lesbian? No. I found a picture of Jared Leto in one of her drawers, so I'm pretty sure she's not harboring samesex tendencies. |
So that's the kind of guy she likes? Pretty ones? |
Who knows? All I've ever heard her say is that she'd dip before dating a guy that smokes. |
Hi. |
Looks like things worked out tonight, huh? |
You know Chastity? |
I believe we share an art instructor |
Have fun tonight? |
Tons |
I looked for you back at the party, but you always seemed to be "occupied". |
I was? |
You never wanted to go out with 'me, did you? |
Well, no... |
Then that's all you had to say. |
But |
You always been this selfish? |
Then Guillermo says, "If you go any lighter, you're gonna look like an extra on 90210." |
No... |
do you listen to this crap? |
What crap? |
Me. This endless ...blonde babble. I'm like, boring myself. |
Thank God! If I had to hear one more story about your coiffure... |