THEME SONG: We never thought of finding
a place where we belong.
Don't have to stand alone, we'll never let you fall.
Don't need permission to decide what you believe.
You got to learn something when we meet you after school.
I said jump, down on Jump Street.
Your friends will be there when your back is to the wall.
You'll find you need us, cause there's no one else to call.
When it looks hopeless, a decision's what you need.
You'd better be ready, cause you're running out of time.
I said jump, 21 Jump Street!
[organ music playing]
-I don't think we should do this, Jane.
I don't.
-Of course we shouldn't.
That's why we're doing it.
-We shouldn't have done that other stuff, either.
-What, and give up a chance to see [inaudible]?
-Jane, they're saying Mass.
-God will forgive us.
He's got a great sense of humor.
-Tell that to Job.
-You got it?
-Let's not do it.
-We've got to do it.
Come on!
-Margie, you're going to end up like Miss Manners,
married to a doofus.
-Hey, at this point, I'd take a doofus.
What if we get caught?
-If we get caught, they probably won't let us go to the prom.
So relax.
You've got nothing to lose.
-Nice.
That was nice.
Thanks.
-Come on!
-Good morning, Mother Solanas.
-Ladies.
Now, I know that some of you may be embarrassed,
given the text of this lecture.
But as a senior class here at the Sacred Heart Academy,
I expect today's presentation on sex education
to be received with maturity, and perhaps
even a little bit of healthy excitement.
-Someone open a window.
I'm getting excited already.
-And as the Mother Superior, please
feel free to rely on my experience in these matters
if you have any individual questions.
The Archdiocese has made a video presentation available to us,
and we shall conduct a discussion afterwards.
Ladies, the miracle of marriage.
-That's not what my parents call it.
[laughter]
[cheering]
-[moaning]
[laughter]
[explosion]
[alarm]
-All right, ladies.
Single file.
Nothing to worry about.
Don't be alarmed.
Don't panic.
Single file.
No talking.
All right.
[screaming]
-OK, Hanson.
Tonight is your night.
-Is that right?
-Hey, trust me on this, Reggie.
We're talking my talk here.
-Idiot speak?
-Hey come on, Harry.
Tell the man.
I made this guy a legend.
Half the girls in town now call him-- [mimes gunshot]
Gunslinger.
So what do you say, huh?
-Look, I appreciate the offer and everything,
but tonight's my bowling night.
-Bowling?
-Did he say bowling?
-Yes.
Bowling.
I'm in a league.
-A bowling league?
-Yes.
-Hanson, Hanson, Hanson.
I'm trying to save your life here,
but you're going to give me a little help.
Bowling?
I once knew a kid whose father was a bowler.
He ran away from home.
He was three.
His mother helped him.
-Listen, maybe there's still time, you know?
Maybe Thomas here isn't any good.
-Want to know what my handicap is?
-Yeah.
Bowling.
Come on, Hanson!
I'm talking about a skunker here!
Girls!
you!
Me!
Out there in the trenches!
And sign up for a tranquilizer gun,
because I'm very, very good at this.
Remember, they call him the Gunslinger.
-Some other night.
Tonight is my bowling night.
-Hanson, tonight is Friday night.
And I don't want you to waste it in the gutter.
Besides, two guys always make out better than one.
-So why don't you just go out with the Gunslinger again.
-No way.
OK?
The last time I almost shot myself in the foot,
and I did it on purpose.
-She wasn't that ugly.
-Doug, the lady had a warning from the Surgeon General
tattooed on her chest, OK?
-Hey, Smoker.
You OK?
-Medium well, thank you.
-Yeah, we heard.
-You know, guys, I thought Catholic schoolgirls were
supposed to be good girls, not arsonists.
-Yeah, that was pretty scary.
You OK, honey?
-Yeah.
How about the other kids?
-Uh, two of them had to spend the night in Mercy Hospital.
Smoke inhalation and bruises.
The rest seemed to be OK.
Lucky the whole building didn't burn.
-Yeah, lucky again.
-Yeah.
We don't seem to know any more than we ever did, do we?
-Sorry.
I know, I know, Jenk, but these are Catholic schoolgirls
we're talking about.
Their idea of a good time is bingo.
-That and bowling.
-Well, it looks like we got a firebug on our hands
here, folks.
I mean, last month, there was a fire in the boiler room.
Before that, it's a vestibule.
This is the third fire in two weeks inside the school.
-Hey, Jenk, what if we run every one of them
through records and ID, you know?
Check for priors.
See if any of them have a record.
-Yeah, yeah.
Maybe last Mardi Gras one of them
gave up chocolate for good, and then went psycho on a Mars Bar.
-I already ran them.
You got a Susan Burke, a Dorothy Patterson,
and another girl named Patty Blatcher.
-Yes.
-Yeah, well, Susan Burke has been arrested eight times
for shoplifting in the last 16 months.
-That's probably where she gets all her sharp clothes.
Girl's got a heck of a wardrobe.
-OK.
Dorothy Patterson.
Drunk driving, unauthorized use of a motor vehicle,
and a minor marijuana conviction.
-Party girl.
-Patti Blatcher?
-Forget it, Hanson.
Patti Blatcher is the captain of the prom committee,
for cripes' sake.
A snob, maybe, Hanson, but not a pyro.
-Yeah?
When she was 12 years old, she lit her parents' garage
on fire.
-Looks like you're going to have to join
the prom committee, Jude.
-Oh, another slamarino for the kingpin!
Yeah!
-Way to go.
-See that?
-Concentration.
-Your friend?
-Yeah, well, sort of, I guess.
-He's very good, isn't he?
-If you like guys who say slamarino, yeah.
-I do.
Are you a kingpin?
-In a manner of speaking.
I'm his coach.
-You bowl?
-Not anymore.
Gave it up.
-Why?
-Racecar driving.
-Too bad.
-Well, you know, I'm getting my ball redrilled.
Hey, racecar drivers, wimps!
I'm a bowler!
-Another beer?
-No thanks.
I'll drink his.
Just got a turkey.
-A what?
-Three strikes in a row.
A turkey.
-Great name for it.
Hanson, let's get out of here before somebody sees us.
-You're not having fun?
-Fun?
-Try it, come on!
-Look out, I'm coming through!
-All right.
-[growling]
-Come on!
-[growling]
-The Penhall!
Revolutionizing the game! [cheer]
-Hey, you!
Out!
-Me?
-OK, OK, OK, I'm sorry.
I was sitting at 187, Penhall, and I was in the seventh frame.
Thank you very much!
-What do you want me to do?
Kill myself?
-Yes!
-Really?
-We lost the match, Doug!
-Hey, hey, hey, how would you two very lovely ladies
like to take two very depressed bowlers out to dinner?
We just lost the state finals.
It was his whole life.
-What do we get?
-Breakfast.
-Get lost.
-What?
-I hate you.
-This year's prom theme is very important.
It's our prom, our year, and it's not
something we should just, you know, make up.
-How about where the boys aren't?
I'm never going to get a date for this.
-Will you relax?
You've got a whole week to dig somebody up.
-Who'd you ask, Kinney?
-Are you kidding?
If she doesn't get her grades up, Solanas says she can't go.
-I'll worry about my grades.
-You know, I mean, proms, I mean, they're kind of scary,
you know?
I mean, you wait for them for like a million years,
and they usually end up being, like,
the worst night of your life.
-That's it!
The worst night of your life!
I like it!
-You would.
[alarms]
[knocking]
-Come in.
Sit down, Miss Kinney.
-Mother Superior.
-Do you think this is funny?
-Do I-- I think what's funny, Mother Superior?
-I think you know what I'm talking about.
-No, I don't.
-I think you do, and I'm going to have
to inform your parents about this.
-It was just a joke.
-English literature is a joke to you?
Sister Pauline Trace gave me your essay on Lord Byron.
It's a disgrace.
I'm afraid if your grades don't show
some signs of immediate improvement,
all extracurricular activities here at Sacred Heart
will be off limits to you, including the prom.
Do I make myself clear?
-Yes, Mother Superior, you do.
-Your reputation as a practical joker
has not gone unnoticed, Miss Kinney.
You don't happen to know anything about the fires
here at Sacred Heart, do you?
-No, I don't.
-I hope not.
Miss Kinney, one more thing.
I'll hold this disgusting item until your parents can
come in and pick it up first thing in the morning.
[phone ringing]
-I would like to thank you for the worst
night of my entire life last night.
And they'll hold that against my average.
-Babe Ruth was no bowler.
Blame me or trade me.
That wasn't my turf.
-Huh, I'm a mudder.
-Excellent shirt, Marty.
Suave bowlers.
-Woo, woo!
-Lock up your ladies.
It's contact sport.
Besides, I always wanted to be a Marty.
-Yeah, you didn't have to shoot yourself in the foot.
-I almost had to shoot Marty.
-Yeah, Harry.
You missed it.
Half the ladies there were named Bert.
Ended up with breakfast in the IHOP, 3:00 AM in the morning.
But tonight will be difficult.
Trust me.
I'm going solo.
These ladies can smell an amateur.
-Mm-hm.
-Where's Hoffs?
-In with, uh, Jenko and a head jockey from downtown.
Sacred Heart had another fire yesterday.
-Really?
-Yeah.
-Hoff's OK?
-Yeah.
It was in the, uh, girls' john, and the janitor put it out
with a fire extinguisher.
-Good.
Wouldn't want her to miss the prom.
-Hey, Penhall, did you go to your prom?
-What is that, a trick question?
Hanson, I went to my first prom when I was 11.
-You did?
-Yeah, I did.
-Well, I never went to mine.
I guess when I was in high school,
I never believed it was the last time I was going to be there.
-Yeah.
I hope you-- what do you think we do all day?
-Man, this is different.
-Yeah, we're adults.
-Could be worse.
It could be pyromaniacs.
-So women don't set fires?
-No hard data supports that, uh, since the last century,
there hasn't been enough evidence of fire setting
among women to be named a phenomenon.
You know, this hasn't always been the case, however.
During the 18th and 19th century,
arsonists were often servant girls
who set fire to their master's house.
It was generally assumed that they
were suffering from the anxiety of menstruation,
the fear of pregnancy, the depression of puberty,
et cetera, et cetera.
-You know, I'm sorry, Mr. Young, but at $2,000
a semester, Sacred Heart Academy doesn't
have a lot of servant girls.
Jenk, man, I am lost.
I don't know whether I should be looking for someone
on the inside or the outside.
-Well, let's start on the inside.
I mean, if this was a professional job,
Sacred Heart School would already
be an insurance claim by now.
No, I'll get the Department to put
a guy on the inside at night.
You keep working days, darling.
We assume that whoever's starting
these fires is on the scene and possibly running
a risk of getting caught in the fire.
-Maybe they want to get caught.
-Maybe.
You know, there was something like an heroic victim syndrome.
Apparently, these, uh, women would stage a bizarre fire,
usually on their own property, where
they would appear sometimes fantastically dressed
for the occasion as part of the drama.
The heroic victim dying in the fire.
-How about a prom?
-Hi.
Is anybody sitting here?
-No.
I said no one was sitting there.
-There is now.
Doug Penhall.
Yours?
You know, we're going to remember this,
and, uh, we're gonna laugh about the first time
I sat down next to you, and, uh, you said get lost.
-I haven't told you to get lost.
-Well, I was taking figurative license
with the poetry of the moment.
-Get lost.
-Good.
Now I won't have to misquote you.
What are you drinking?
-I'm not.
-Terrific.
Cheap date!
-Look, don't torture me.
Why don't you just cut to the end of your lap
and let me say no?
-Well, then, when I was 17, I joined the Merchant Marines,
because I figured med school wasn't doing me any good.
And that brought me into, uh, Bangkok.
-Bangkok?
-That's where I landed the casino in a bacharach game.
-So, commodities.
No kidding?
-Yeah, well, actually, it was my brother
who had the seat on the Chicago Stock Exchange.
-Mm-hm?
-I, uh, I played around in flax seed.
The world's a supermarket, and I'm a comparison shopper.
-Oh.
-Can I, uh-- can I walk you to your car?
-Oh, well, I came by cab.
-Well, then, can I give you a lift?
-Oh, well, no offense or anything, but, I mean,
you know, I don't know you, and there
are just so many weirdos out there these days.
-Come on.
You can trust a guy with a casino in Singapore.
-OK.
-This is my trusty steed.
-Looks nice.
-Well, my Mercedes is in the shop.
-I bet.
-You like motorcycles?
-Yeah, I love motorcycles.
-Took me two years to pay for this.
-That's him!
-Shut up!
-What took you so long?
-Shut up, the guy's got a life story full of crud.
You're full of crud, you know that?
-I'm a police officer.
-Yeah, sure you are.
Thanks.
-Stop right there, missy.
-So, have you found your bride yet, Penhall?
-That's the girl.
-Where?
-Right here.
-Mm.
Nice teeth.
-You should run that through the department.
Hang a red light on it for vice.
She could be a pro.
You told her you were a cop?
-Among other things, yeah.
-Yeah, well, maybe you should have told her
that you were a bowler.
-I don't know about you guys.
Maybe you shouldn't travel alone even when you're off duty.
-Yeah, see, girls like this can sniff out an amateur, you know?
-Mm-hm.
-Looks like you're my date for the prom.
-Well, I hate to disappoint you, gang,
but it looks like the sock hop at Sacred Heart off.
-What?
-The guy we had on the inside, caught a young lady last night
just when it seemed she was about to set fire
to the principal's desk.
Here.
It's in there.
-Jane Kinney?
No way.
I don't believe it.
-Why?
-Well, I-- I just didn't think she was our girl.
I mean, she's kind of nice, actually.
-Well, maybe we can fix her up with Penhall.
What do you think?
-It's just a slump.
Relax.
-Where are they holding her?
-County.
The DA hasn't decided if he's gonna charge her as a juvie
or as an adult.
-Then I want to see her.
-If you see her, you know it's going
to blow your cover at Sacred Heart.
-Big deal.
I mean, they already busted her.
-I kind of wanted to go to this prom.
It would have made up for my first one.
Charles Tyrone Cannon.
-Say what?
-The dude that pinned the rose on my dress.
It was a sharp Paris original.
I worked for two summers and saved up
at a burger shack for that dress.
Too bad I never even got to show it off.
-That's what I thought.
Old Charlie Tyrone couldn't wait to get you out of it, could he?
-Very funny, Jenk.
Ha ha.
-[honks]
-No.
He brought his daddy's car, picked me up,
it ran out of gas.
Then he got drunk threw up all over the back seat,
and then got lost.
His parents and I found him in the boiler room in the school
basement at 4:00 the morning.
He said he thought it was the boys' john.
But that's OK, though, because he
was wearing this really, really embarrassing plaid
jacket with two-tone pants and a lavender cummerbund.
-I remember those.
-[laughs] What about yours?
-Five long years, I dreamed of going with Linda Brown.
Somehow, I ended up with Nadine Kraut.
She had to be home by 10:00.
-Mm.
-So I spent the rest of the night watching
continuous screenings of "Rebel Without a Cause" and "Naked
Alibi" with Gloria Grahame and Sterling Hayden.
I was in heaven.
In my pink and black tuxedo.
Of course, that's not what I told my buddies.
-Course not.
-What the heck are you doing here?
-I'm a cop, Jane.
-What?
A cop?
-That's right.
-Well, if I can get busted for setting fires,
I guess you can be a cop.
So all that stuff about you transferring from,
uh, Sweet Home was just a rap?
-Jane, I was put undercover at Sacred Heart
because of the arson.
You know, I'm real surprised it was you.
I mean, I knew you were a little crazy, but arson?
-You think you're surprised?
Forget it!
My parents won't even pay my bail!
Janey has to learn her lesson this time.
They're not too crazy about me.I've got a sense of humor.
-Girl, there's nothing, nothing funny about trying to burn up
a school full of high school kids.
-Depends.
I didn't do it.
-Is that so?
-Yes, that's so!
-Then just what were you doing breaking
into the school in the middle of the night?
I read a report that said you were
caught with an open lighter.
-OK, so I'm a lousy thief.
I didn't bring my flashlight.
What I was doing is I was trying to get back
that porno tape we saw in health class yesterday.
-That was you?
-Yeah.
Me and Margie the fink.
Solanas was gonna bust me for it and have my parents come in
to pick it up this morning.
Are you kidding me?
My father still takes me to see Bambi.
I had to do it, you know?
It seemed like the right thing to do at the time.
Either way, I guess I'm not going to the prom.
-Guess you're not.
-I didn't do it.
-Sure looks like you did, Jane.
-Yeah, well, what?
I mean, how-- how would you feel if your father found out
you had a movie like that, huh?
-I wouldn't have had a movie like that.
-Oh, what are you, perfect?
Of course.
You're a cop.
-Save it.
I'm a person first.
Tell you what.
You keep it between us that I'm a cop,
and I'll stay undercover at Sacred
to see if I can find out more about this arson thing, OK?
-Why?
-Because I know what it's like to miss your prom.
-That's not right!
I didn't OK that!
That is not our theme!
-We took a vote, and you weren't here.
-I am the head of this prom committee, Tracy, not you.
-Since when isn't this a democracy?
-Oh, come on!
That's the-- it's a downer!
The worst night of your life?
That's not a them.
It's one of Kinney's jokes, and she's in jail
for trying to burn this place down.
-That's why we figured it'd fit.
You got a better one?
-Yes, I do.
-Can't wait to hear this.
What?
-Forget it.
-No, what?
I gotta hear it.
-Why?
So you can ridicule me?
You only get to do stuff like this once in your life,
and so, OK, I want to enjoy it.
You can spit on tradition, but I'm not going to.
-It's a freaking dance, Patty.
Ooh.
-You know, I-I had a name for our theme.
-Really, Margie?
What?
-I guess it was just stupid.
-Oh, maybe not.
What?
-Young love never dies.
-[snorts]
-But, um, just forget it.
-It's not so bad, Margie.
Really.
-Are you kidding?
It sounds like one of those romantic novels
you keep buying in the supermarket.
Yes, Todd, I love you, but who'll
run my tobacco plantation if I elope to Singapore with you?
You, just a lowly karate instructor, and me,
heiress to all of Manhattan?
-You know, you-- you make me sick.
-Got a date yet, Marge?
-That was real nice, Tracy.
-Oh, big deal.
So she doesn't have a date.
God, this thing's gonna be a disaster anyway.
Come on, with Jane and Jay on everything?
-Why do you keep bringing Jane into this?
She's not even going to be here.
I'm sick of it.
And I'm glad she's not going to be here,
because she'd just ruin it!
-Well, listen to her.
Does Lady Ann have a date yet?
-Hey, come on.
-I don't, you know.
I don't have one.
My whole life, I've only had two, and one of them
was with my cousin.
I'm not going.
-I'm going.
I don't have a date.
-You don't need a date.
You're gorgeous.
I'm fat.
-OK, fellas.
Now be careful with this lady.
She ain't gonna fall for your basic cornball routine.
She may be a felon, but she is a classy felon.
And in reality, she's a lot prettier.
Believe me.
-Look, how would you know?
-Don't push me on this, ace.
You know, I was in a slump.
My defenses were down.
It could have happened to anyone.
-Her.
-Wouldn't have happened to me.
-Oh, yeah.
That's right.
I forgot.
You know, you should probably stop working the bowling alley.
Too many polyester wallets.
-Here.
I'm making, uh, catching this lady my life's work.
-Have you set a wedding date?
-I can't even get a date.
-Sit tight.
You might.
-[whistling]
[bells chiming]
[knocking]
-Come in.
-Thank you.
Mother, uh, uh, Sister Solanas.
-Sit down, Captain Jenko.
-Thank you.
-I read Officer Hoffs' report, and I must say,
I was surprised.
It was very well written.
-Oh, yes.
Well, Officer Hoffs has very good study habits.
-But I'm afraid I can't go along with the police department's
recommendation of canceling this year's prom.
My girls do so look forward to it,
being one of the few luxuries we give them
here at the Sacred Heart Academy.
-You know, there's a strong possibility,
sister, that, uh, your prom could turn into a bonfire.
-I believe that's your part in this, Captain.
To make sure that doesn't happen.
Am I correct?
-Yes, ma'am.
I just feel the risk we're taking outweighs
the other, uh, considerations.
-Captain, the Sacred Heart Academy
is a private institution.
And like all private institutions,
we must remain competitive.
I don't think shutting down our annual prom because
of a threat of arson would make an appealing
item in our brochure, do you?
-No, ma'am, uh, but a picture of a burning
building in the newspaper wouldn't be too cool,
either, if you know what I mean.
See, sister, uh, in my opinion, we're
not exactly dealing with Miss Mental Health here.
-I'm not interested in your opinions.
Just your assistance.
And I'm counting on you and your squad of whatever you
call them--
-That depends.
-To keep this year's prom safe.
Thank you, Mr. Jenko.
-You're welcome.
OK.
Uh, so, uh, that's it?
-I expect your men to be dressed in the spirit of the occasion.
-Yes, ma'am.
No problem.
I'm sure we can get a good deal on a couple used,
uh, asbestos tuxedos.
Good day, Sister Solanas.
Excuse me.
See you.
[music playing]
[phone ringing]
-Hello?
Really?
I don't think so.
-Come on, Margie.
What have you got to lose?
-I-- I don't want anyone to laugh at me.
-No one's going to laugh.
Come on, it's your prom.
You only get one.
-I know.
Is he cute?
-Yeah, in a way, yeah.
Yeah.
I guess.
-What's he like?
-Hiya, doll.
Buy you a drink?
-No thank you.
-Strictly business here.
Relax.
I'm a police officer.
-I'm an astronaut.
-Is this real?
-Is the Pope Catholic?
-A cop?
Really?
-Yeah.
Somebody's got to do it, you know?
Serve and protect.
Have you seen this girl around?
-Are you really a cop?
-Yeah.
Look, have you seen her?
She might be with this guy.
About six foot, dark complexion, curly hair?
-I've never met a cop before.
-Congratulations.
Look, I'm on duty here.
-When do you get off duty?
-Can I ask you a question?
-If I'm free tonight?
-I gotta go to a prom tonight.
-A prom?
For cops?
-Well, it's a tough school.
Look--
-You want my phone number?
-Where the hell have you been these past couple of months?
-With me.
-Good place.
I'll just take this.
-You heard too much.
I can't dance in them.
-I can tell you're lying.
-Well, well, well.
Far out.
Looks like we got a Japanese Elvis
Presley, a pimp, and the butler.
-With the budget we got, you're lucky we
could afford to rent the pants.
-Maybe you should go without the pants.
Tell them you're a poor butler.
Cue the tester.
If you don't get that dress on soon, girl,
I'm gonna come up there and staple it on.
I got the fire department on standby.
But the key word here, amigos, is prevention.
So if and when you spot Miss Whacko or whoever,
just waltz them right out of the place, dig?
-Well, that ought to be easy.
I mean, we don't even know who we're looking for.
-Leave it up to your buddy there, Iceberg Slim.
I understand he's got great instincts
when it comes to the ladies.
Right, Mr. Penhall?
Hoffs will be your date, Harry.
Lucky Miss Kinney gets a butler, and Casanova,
you know who you're with.
-The one with the great personality.
Trade you for Hoffs.
-Bud, I don't know if I'd trust you with my great grandmother.
-[whistle]
-Ho ho ho.
-How do I look?
-OK.
-Wow.
-Whoo!
Darling.
You look sensational.
Save the last chance for me, peaches.
And whatever you do, don't let Elvis drive.
[music playing]
-Whoa, I don't think you should do that.
-Hey, come on, man.
Whose side are you on?
Look, what are you, a cop or something?
-Ease up on me, kid.
It's gonna be a long night.
-Uh, great prom.
-Thank you.
I worked very hard on it.
-Uh, thank you for the corsage.
-Uh, yeah, well, you know.
It's a prom.
-Yeah.
-Having a good time?
-You?
-Yeah.
Oh yeah.
You look great.
-Oh, um, so do you.
-Yeah?
You think so?
-Mm-hm.
-Thanks.
-Would you like to dance?
-Oh, no.
I, uh, just, uh, I kind of like standing here.
-I do too.
-Having a lot of fun out there, aren't they?
-Yeah.
-It's nice.
-See anything interesting?
-Yeah.
You.
-Why thank you, sir.
-Do you ever go bowling?
-What?
-Bowling?
You ever go bowling?
-Oh, bowling.
Yeah.
I went, uh, last week.
I think I bowled like a 243, but it was my first time,
so I don't know if that's good or not.
-Really?
-Yeah.
Yeah.
-Seriously?
[murmuring]
-Who the hell is that?
-That is your date.
-My date?
Of course.
And you guys didn't think I still had it, huh?
Hi.
-Good evening.
-Doug Penhall.
-Margaret Zanters.
The pleasure is all mine.
-Yeah, OK.
How about we go dance?
-Don't touch me!
-I'm only trying to--
-Hey, get back!
Get back!
Get away from her!
[screaming]
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-Penhall!
Hey, you OK?
I hope he means they're still in there.
They're inside on the right.
-Another slamarino!
-You know, I didn't think it was possible,
but this prom was even worse than the one
with Charles Tyrone Cannon throwing up
in the back seat of his father's Cadillac.
-Yeah.
Makes me not miss missing my prom so much, you know?
-I don't know.
I liked it.
I mean, who could ever forget something like this?
-Right?
I got stood up by a lady Dracula,
and your date's out there bowling away
like some kind of certified kingpin.
-I feel sorry for people like that.
-Me too.
You know, if my kid ever wants to grow up to be a bowler,
straight to reform school.
-No, Penhall.
I mean Margie.
It was her prom, too.
-Yeah.
I guess it was.
-OK, uh, can I get anybody anything to drink?
-Beer?
-Another slamarino!
-Your date.
-[laughing]
-Hi.
-Where'd Ioki go for the beers?
Tokyo?
-Freeze!
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