Blane:
How are you doing?
Andie:
Why haven't you called me?
Blane:
Oh, I got nailed for the stable thing. I guess the groom saw us. It's against the rules.
Andie:
I called you three times and I left messages.
Blane:
Yeah? Well I didn't get them. My family... they're irresponsible about that stuff, you know?
Andie:
I waited for you this morning.
Blane:
Yeah? Where?
Andie:
Parking lot. I saw you and I thought you saw me.
Blane:
No.
Andie:
What about prom, Blane?
Blane:
Andie, I'm having a bad day. Can we talk later?
Andie:
No. What about prom?
Blane:
Why don't we meet after school?
Andie:
No! What about prom?
Blane:
Andie, come on.
Andie:
Just say it.
Blane:
What?
Andie:
Just say it. I wanna hear you say it.
Blane:
Andie, please, all right?
Andie:
I wanna hear you say it.
Blane:
A month ago, I asked somebody else and I forgot.
[Andie pushes him against a locker]
Andie:
You're a liar! You're a filthy, fucking, no-good liar. You don't have the guts to tell me the truth. Just say it!
Blane:
I'm not lying.
Andie:
Tell me!
Blane:
What do you want to hear?
Andie:
Tell me!
Blane:
What?
Andie:
You're ashamed to be seen with me.
Blane:
No, I am not!
Andie:
You're ashamed to go out with me. You're terrified that you're goddamn rich friends won't approve. [hits Blane] Just say it! [hits him again] Just tell me the truth!
Blane:
You don't understand Andie, it has nothing at all to do with you.
[Andie runs away]
Blane:
[wipes a tear] Andie!