Bang Bang You're Dead

Val:
It's not what's in a kid's backpack that makes him dangerous, it's what's in his heart.

Trevor:
Can you get everybody out of here?

Val:
What are you talking about?...

Val:
What are you talking about, Trevor?

Trevor:
Guns. Trogs with Guns.

Val:
Are they?...

Val:
This play is the best way to know how to look into a kid's heart.

Angry Parent:
What about this 'Bang, Bang, I'm Gonna Kill You'?

Val:
'Bang, Bang, You're Dead.'

Angry Parent:
Seems there's no control here. Why is a play like that being done?

Val:
Because we couldn't get the rights to 'Hello, Dolly!'

Chief Bud McGee:
Why do you bring a video camera to school?

Trevor:
The same reason you bring a gun to work. To shoot people.

Trevor:
Sometimes hate can be the only real thing... you can stop loving someone but hate can last on forever.

Trevor:
[Shown on the videotape] When I am gone, you will all have this to ponder and maybe realize why I did what I did. A little push in front of other kids is a very big deal, particularly when you know it's gonna happen to you every single day, every single day, every single day, you are almost relieved when it actually happens. You are always waiting, waiting for the next attack. They don't just hurt kids, they make you hurt yourself. I cant take two more years of this, and the more they call me the mad bomber, the more they are scaring themselves. They dont know what am capable of, they dont know what I can do, and then there's the sanctuary of home sweet home. So, the play, yes Mr. do-gooder, why does he even bother? Doesn't he know its already too late? Sometimes I see the way things could've been, I just wish I could be the person she thinks I am. Kids can be the most ruthless people in the world. They can just be supernaturally cruel. You've got to be a man! Be a man! BE A MAN! Sometimes you just wanna cry. Sometimes hate is the only real thing in the world. You can stop loving someone, but hate seems to go on forever. People respect hate. It speaks, it vibrates. Some people don't even need a gun to hurt you. They use words or laughter. They enjoy watching you bleed to death. They get off watching you fighting back the tears, getting a lump in your throat, blushing, wanting to cry, and they give you a name: Trashcan, pizzaface, loser, f*ggot, loser, weirdo, spaz, retard. You know the name does something to you. It changes who you are, it alters your molecules and one day you wake up and you look in the mirror and you don't recognize yourself anymore, because you believe them. They win you lose. You wanna cry, please leave me alone, but nobody listens, because nobody cares, because you don't have a name anymore because they took it away, and then one day they say that name and you hear something go snap. You realize what you gotta do, you gotta take back your name and you've gotta do it in front of the whole school because that's where they took your name away from you. You gotta do it so every kid will remember. This is about justice and after a while you can only think of one way: Jonesboro, Springfield, Paducah, Columbine, a gun, a bomb, instant justice, Ba-bang! But what a rush when they roll out that yellow tape, miles and miles of yellow tape. They won't have enough when I'm finished. So when these hallways are flooded with rivers of blood, when these hallways are choked with their corpses in body bags you all say oh what a tragedy, oh what a tragedy, but possibly after viewing my tapes, you wont be so quick to judge. Maybe that's why I was put in this earth. So consider this my last will and testament.

Trevor:
[as Josh, on the play] Sometimes I hate living, but i'm too afraid to die.

Val:
Trevor. Just because I cast you as a bad guy doesn't mean you have to play the part.

Cheerleader #1:
We're rehearsing the pep rally.

Trevor:
[fake-smiling] Really? That's neat.

Trevor:
My highs compared to my lows are like, one in a million- eh, not really, I mean, that's in exaggeration... you know, like one in five hundred.

Trevor:
Do you even know anything about me?

Jenny Dahlquist:
Well kids say some stuff.

Trevor:
What stuff?

Jenny Dahlquist:
Some crazy stuff about you threating to blow up the football team.

Trevor:
[small laugh and smile] It's true.

Jenny Dahlquist:
How'd you get to that place?

Trevor:
You ever been low?

Jenny Dahlquist:
You mean like depressed?

Trevor:
[nods]

Jenny Dahlquist:
Well I mean sometimes, but I've never though about blowing up the football team.

Trevor:
Jenny, I don't mean depressed like your dog died. I mean where you feel like you've got nothing to lose where you don't, you don't care if you live or die. That kinda of depressed. You ever been there?

Jenny Dahlquist:
No.

Trevor:
Okay, Well I have.

Val:
It made perfect sense to you last year when you made the bomb threat.

Trevor:
I don't know what you mean.

Val:
You know exactly what I mean. You made the bomb threat, endangered lots of kids lives, you took the first step toward killing.

Trevor:
Did anyone die?

Val:
That's beside the point.

Trevor:
What's the point

Val:
The point is you took that step.

Trevor:
The bomb was empty.

Val:
And perfectly made.

Trevor:
Totally harmless.

Val:
But most people don't take that step. You did. Now who's to say you won't take the next step?

Trevor:
It went no further.

Val:
Josh did. Josh did. Why? Why, Trevor? What do you have that Josh doesn't have? What do you have that Josh doesn't have, Trevor? Fear of punishment, conscience, God, perhaps, Ten Commandments, too chicken. Whatever it is. Let's call it X. Now, tell me, Trevor, what would happen if I were to reach right into your soul and remove X?

Trevor:
I'd be Josh.

Val:
Yeah. You'd be Josh.

Trevor:
Put the guns down and listen to me!

Trevor:
Ammonium nitrate.

Brad Lynch:
What?

Trevor:
Kerosene. Fuse. Match. Boom!

Brad Lynch:
I'm real scared, trashcan!

Sean:
[after being disarmed by Trevor] I'm in so much trouble.

Trevor:
I'm in trouble with you.

Sean:
Are you messing with Trevor again? Next time you get launched.

Brad Lynch:
I want to see how bad you talk when you're alone, headcase.

Sean:
Just because we don't have numbers on our backs, doesn't mean we don't play hard.

Brad Lynch:
Why wait?