Wonderful. Heh. Mm. Can't wait. Should I bring anything or...? We'll... Okay.
The DUFF
6.7s
Ah, don't worry about the lips. Go, strut your stuff. - Like a peacock. - Shh!
The DUFF
2.9s
I think this is the first time that you and I have ever really talked.
The DUFF
4.9s
Got a second to talk to a fan? Yeah, sure, what's up?
The DUFF
1.2s
What?
The DUFF
1.5s
Here.
The DUFF
15.1s
Whoo! We're gonna kick some ass! - Jeez. - I'll see you later, bro. You know those people you grow up with, maybe you took baths with them when you were little, but now they just annoy the shit out of you? I give you Wesley Rush.
The DUFF
9.9s
Were you spying on me? A, don't leave your curtains open, and two, it's kind of hard to miss a bunch of Japanese people running and screaming for their lives. Looked horrible, by the way, all that reading.
The DUFF
4s
- Hey, neighbor. - Wesley. Saw you watching some weird Japanese horror movie last night.
The DUFF
4.8s
I couldn't work up the courage to say three words to Toby. No, literally, three words.
The DUFF
3.6s
Those would be subtitles. Super. Where are your girls at?
The DUFF
1.6s
Ugh.
The DUFF
23.5s
I'm sorry, "What Homecoming Means to Me"? What are we, 5 years old? - What is this? - Look, I'm sorry, B. I know it sucks, but maybe it's the universe telling you, you need to be there. Please don't start with the universe with me this early in the morning, okay? Everything and everyone can suck it. Okay, it's not the end of the world. Ho, ho. Well, that's easy for you to say. - I don't have a date. - I can fix that.
The DUFF
12.4s
In the end, it's not about popularity or even getting the guy. It's about understanding that no matter what label is thrown your way, only you can define yourself. Take it from a DUFF.
The DUFF
1.6s
- Now I know that you... - Ha, ha.
The DUFF
2s
- Now I know you... - Ha, ha.
The DUFF
42.4s
Uh, we thought we would make it about how the prices of ice cream have gone up 15 cents in the cafeteria and... That's a bit vanilla. Pardon the pun. But you're missing the meat of the story. Our school serves pizza five days a week, paid by taxpayer money that is used to cover us against pizza-induced diabetes. Now, that's a school-lunch story. Boom. Copy that, circle it, write it. Huh? Nailed it. I'm so proud of me. We came up with that idea together, but mostly me. Okay, next up, final assignment, all right? It's a doozy, but it's a real feather in the cap for any reporter worth their salt that wants to comment on the social life of this school. Anyone?