Coach Willis: You're not much into sports.
Casey: I don't think that a person should run unless he's being chased.
Coach Willis: "Being chased." I like that.
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Zeke: Stan, take it.
Stan: No way, you're takin' it!
Casey: [Laughing and obviously high] You're takin' it!
[Stan picks up gun and points it at Casey]
Stan: What the hell is wrong with him?
Zeke: He's tweaking you asshole! Let him fucking tweak!
Casey: Tweak! Tweak!
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Mrs. Jessica Brummel: [regarding the aliens] You don't know what's going on. They want everyone!
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Casey: Everyone's been acting really weird, especially the faculty.
Stokely: Tell me about it, it's like they've all turned into fucking pod people or something.
Casey: Into what people?
Stokely: Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Small town gets taken over by aliens... That was a joke.
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Casey: God, you can be such a...
Delilah: What?
Casey: Pretty cool human being when you're not being a first class grade A bitch.
Delilah: Are you hitting on me Casey?
Casey: No. No, I just think that you can be cool. Sometimes. This not being one of them.
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Marybeth: This is your big secret? Caffeine pills?
Zeke: [puts a rag on top of packages] You never saw that.
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Gabe: Hey yo, pisswad, you're in my way.
Casey: I'm sorry. I was breathing here.
Gabe: Yeah, that's the problem, you're occupying my air, anal probe.
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Zeke: Crusoe was afraid he'd be stuck on the island with nothing but calluses.
Miss Burke: That's not correct Zeke. Isolation was his greatest fear.
Zeke: Yes, but his external existence was in no way compared to his internal agony of the loneliness he felt.
Miss Burke: That's very good.
Zeke: Like I said, calluses.
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Zeke: Not today, Miss Burke. It's too damn hot and I got zero fucking tolerance.
Miss Burke: Eat me, you asshole! I'm the one with no tolerance, you pathetic little runt.
Zeke: What are you going to do? Are you going to call my mother?
Miss Burke: And how am I going to do that, little Zekey boy? Do you even know where she is? Europe, Sri Lanka, Japan? I wonder what remote location she went to this week... to hide from her great, big bastard mistake. I've taken your shit for TOO FUCKING LONG! You dickless, drug-induced excuse for a human being.
Zeke: Whoa, woman. What are you on?
Miss Burke: Woman"? Did you just say "woman"? I'm sick of you, little boy. And if I have to see you peddling your little "Wonder Dust" again, I'm gonna shove my foot so far up your ass, you'll be sucking my toes 'till graduation.
[exits]
Zeke: She got some bad shit!
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Casey: I say we go for the coach. He turned Stan. He's the one. Or do you want to wait for them to come to us?
Marybeth: Either way we're completely unarmed.
Zeke: Maybe not. I might have some more skat. In my trunk.
Casey: In your trunk? In your car? Amongst the aliens? Oh, that's convenient.
Zeke: [Holds up his car keys] You got a better idea?
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Marybeth: You know in my world Casey there were limitless oceans as far as the eye could see. Beautiful huh? Till it started to dry out. So I escaped, came here, and I met you, all of you, and all of you were different from the others. You were lost and lonely, just like me. And I thought that maybe I could give you a taste of my world. A world without anger, without fear, without attitude. Where the underachiever goes home at night to parents that care. The jock can be smart, the ugly duckling beautiful, and the class wuss doesn't have to live in terror. The new girl - well - the new girl she can just fit right in with anybody. People who are just like her. You see Casey, even Mary-Beth's feelings can be hurt by a bunch of pathetic, lost, little outcasts who truly believe that their disaffected lonely life is the only way they can survive. I can make you a part of something so special Casey, so perfect, so fearless... Don't you want that, Casey?
Casey: I'd rather be afraid!
Marybeth: Fine. Have it your way! 'Cause this is where your land of fiction is always right: we win. End of story!
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Stokely: You know, Casey, I think you've been racked into the flagpole one too many times.
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Delilah: Hello Casey. Where ya gonna go, huh? The class wuss... eternal little loser who comes to school everyday knowing this is it. You've been labeled 'pathetic' since first grade and you're afraid it's going to bleed over for the rest of your life. Well we can stop it Casey. We can help you belong. Isn't that what you really want?
Casey: Please don't do this Delilah.
Delilah: I haven't been this happy since... since... before my dad died. You know you want me Casey. Come on. Let's do it together.
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Stan: Come on guys, this is nuts.
Delilah: Then leave, Stan. Why are you hanging around? Go win a Pulitzer.
Stan: Blow me, Delilah, 'cause I'm sick of you're shit.
Delilah: Well, then get the fuck out of here and take your little freak dyke with you.
Stokely: Fuck you, tit bags!
Casey: Will everybody calm down, please?
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Zeke: What are we going to do?
Stan: I could call my dad, he'd know what to do.
Casey: If he's really your dad.
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Casey: You're not buying this, are you?
Stokely: No, I'm not... but it's kinda cool.
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Stan: Open... the door. It is so much better. There's no fear. No pain. It's beautiful. And you will be beautiful. You'll be beautiful. No problems or worries. We want you. I want you. I... want... you... Now open the fucking door!
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Zeke: This where I get my equipment.
Marybeth: You borrow it from science labs?
Zeke: I like to think of it as stealing actually.
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Zeke: You both take the drug.
Casey: Ohh... showdown!
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Zeke: Guaranteed to jack you up.
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Stokely: Is this usually the point where someone says let's get the fuck outta here?
Stan: Let's get the fuck outta here.
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Marybeth: I'm new here.
Stokely: No shit.
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Miss Burke: Zeke, you cannot conduct personal business on school property.
[Zeke sits down on his car]
Zeke: Well, Miss Burke, we have a problem because I'm sitting on my car and that's my property.
Miss Burke: Well I've been getting complaints from several students that you've sold them mind-altering substances. Now do you wanna talk to me about it, or take it up with Principal Drake?
Zeke: You're too tense, Miss Burke. But I've got just the thing for ya.
Miss Burke: You know, Zeke, I am the authority figure here, it's time you realized that.
Zeke: Helps relief from blockage caused by dietary stress: Chocolate flavored laxatives.
Miss Burke: You know Zeke, if you applied just 5 percent of that intellect to your studies you could've made up your finals last summer and you wouldn't have had to repeat your senior year.
Zeke: Not a chocolate lover, huh? How about this: Condoms. Magnum Sized. And they're cherry flavored. C'mon... they're on me.
Miss Burke: That's so rude.
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Stokely: Crash and burn, Casey.
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Nurse Harper: I'm saving my sick-days till when I'm feeling better.
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Delilah: Don't you just love how Stokely accessorize with different shades of black?
Stokely: Fuck you gutter-slut.
Delilah: I don't know why you keep being such a bad example for your people.
Marybeth: What people?
Delilah: I hope you're not a violent lesbian like she is?
Marybeth: No, I'm not aware of any lesbianism in my lineage.
Delilah: That's too bad Stokely, guess you have to keep looking for Ms Right.
Stokely: Bipolar bitch.
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[Stokley bumps into Stan]
Stokely: Get a fucking eye dog!
Stan: Well maybe if you didn't paint your fucking eyes shut!
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Delilah: Your fanclub is here.
Casey: Network or local?
Delilah: Both.
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[Stokely kisses Stan]
Stokely: I just didn't want to never have done that.
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[Zeke gives two students fake ID cards]
F'%# Up #1: Dude, that's not me. Doesn't even look like me
F'%# Up #2: It's 50 bucks right?
F'%# Up #1: Does that look like me?
F'%# Up#2: Uh, its the new you.
F'%# Up #1: I don't know man. How do we even know these things are gonna work?
Zeke: Trust me man, I'm brilliant.
F'%# Up #1: Then why are you repeating your senior year?
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Zeke: If anyone finds us in here, pretend we're making out. The punishment is less severe.
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Zeke: Yeah, my parents are dead too.
Marybeth: Really?
Zeke: Well, they are still *breathing*, but for all intents and purposes they might as well be dead.
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Stokely: Body Snatchers is a story somebody made up, dingus. It's located in the fiction section of the library.
Casey: Yeah, so is Schindler's List.
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[Stan wants to quit football to study]
Delilah: You're not good at studying Stan, you're good at football. You should stick with what you're good at.
Stan: Yeah, I've always been good at football, and basketball, and every other sport I've tried. Maybe I should try something I'm not so good at, something different.
Delilah: And what am I supposed to do while you're on a yellow book quest for a brain?
Stan: What?
Delilah: The accepted social order is that head cheerleaders date star quarterbacks, not academic wannabees.
Stan: Don't be so superficial...
Delilah: Superficial... four syllables, that's really good Stan, you're on your way. Let me know how the cure for cancer goes.
Stan: I was hoping you'd be with me on this...
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Stokely: Bi-polar bitch.
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Stokely: So they've just been setting us up over the years with their E.T.'s and their Men In Black movies, just so no one would believe it if it ever happened.
Casey: I think so.
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Casey: If you were going to take over the world, would you blow up the White House 'Independence Day' style, or sneak in through the back door?
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Stan: Coach, I've been thinking ahead, and I've decided to quit the team and concentrate on the academics.
Coach Willis: Okay. Stan we'll miss you.
Stan: That's it?
Coach Willis: What do you want me to say? My star quarterback comes to me the day before we play against the only team in the district that can kick our ass telling me he doesn't want to play. You must be going some life-defying turning point and I'm not gonna stand in your way. You do what you have to do.
Stan: Thanks for not reading me out.
Coach Willis: What kind of human being would I be if I did that?
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Stan: Aliens have taken over the fucking school!
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Delilah: You're that geeky Stephen King kid - there's one of you in every school.
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Mr. Furlong: Kindly take your seats. This will be over quite quickly.
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Zeke: That's called a gun, man.
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Delilah: Casey, when did you become Sigourney Weaver?
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Zeke: Casey, the only alien in this school is you, man.
Casey: Fuck you, Zeke.
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Zeke: Casey, the only alien in this school, is you.
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Stokely: You know, you were right about me. I don't have any friends and I like it that way. Being lesbian is just my sense of security.
Marybeth: Security against what?
Stokely: People like you.
Marybeth: Complex!
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[last lines]
Casey: Things sure have changed, havent they?
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Zeke: Look, you both take it.
Marybeth: I can't. I'm allergic.
Delilah: Yeah, and I'm Portuguese, so what?
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[after stabbing the school principal with a pencil]
Coach Willis: I always wanted to do that.
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Zeke: Answer me something, Marybeth. Why are you naked?
Marybeth: Oh. Does it bother you, Zeke, my body? I'm gettin' kinda used to it myself.
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Stokely: I used to think the only alien in this high school was me.
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Zeke: No pain Stan? If you come in here I'll show you some fucking pain!
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[about Delilah]
Zeke: Is she always this much fun?
Stan: Sometimes she can be a real bitch.
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Nurse Harper: There's not enough drugs in this world.
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Stokely: [seeing Marybeth turn into a huge alien] No... fucking... way!
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Marybeth: [to a pierced student] I really love what you've done with your nose-ring, it really brings out the color in your eyes.
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Zeke: Just doin' my part for the deconstruction of America.
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Casey: It must really blow being you.
Stan: You have no idea.
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Stan: I'm not an alien, I'm discontent.
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Marybeth: I'm pretty alien myself today.
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Stokely: Walk much?
Stan: You ran into me, beast.
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Delilah: Then leave Stan. Why are you hanging around? Go and pulitzer.
Stan: Oh blow me Delilah, 'cause I'm sick of your shit.
Delilah: Go and get the fuck out of here and take your little freak-dyke with you.
Stokely: Fuck you titbags.
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Zeke: Hello Miss Burke!
Miss Burke: Hello sweety pie, What are you looking for?
Zeke: Ah, nothing important. So maybe you changed your mind about the chocolate laxatives?
Miss Burke: Actually I had my heart set on something cherry flavored, if you know what I mean.
Zeke: Sorry I'm all outta those but i have something else for you.
Miss Burke: Yes?
Zeke: Oh yeah.
Miss Burke: Something tasty?
Zeke: [softly] Let me hook you up.
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Stokely: Should've known that crazy bitch was one of them.
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Stokely: I'm not putting that hack drug up my nose - it's so 80's!
Zeke: Aliens are taking over the earth. Weigh it!
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Marybeth: What happens at the end of all those stories? How does Invasion of the Body Snatchers end?
Stokely: They get us. They win. We lose.
Marybeth: Maybe we really win, I mean Stan didn't look unhappy.
Stokely: That's because that wasn't Stan, they took away who he was.
Marybeth: Maybe they just bettered who he was. Cleared away his confusion. I know you pride yourself on being the outsider, but aren't you tired of pretending to be something you're not? I know I am.
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Zeke: Here, take this.
Casey: Now Marybeth.
Zeke: Sniff it.
Casey: You're out of your fucking mind!
Zeke: I'm about to take my chances. I leave for five minutes, and when I come back everyone's a fucking alien. Now, if I have to Men In Black your ass, you're gonna fucking take it!
[Casey sniffs it hasefuly]
Casey: Happy now?
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