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
4.8s
I couldn't work up the courage to say three words to Toby. No, literally, three words.
The DUFF
2.3s
- Oh, you're good. - Huh?
The DUFF
1.5s
Hey, Jeffrey.
The DUFF
2.8s
All of them.
The DUFF
3.4s
Dick. That's gross.
The DUFF
2s
Long day, huh?
The DUFF
6s
Hey, is this seat taken? Oh, you're busy. I'll come back a little later.
The DUFF
46.6s
Attention, students. The halls of our prestigious institution have been compromised by the stench of cyber bullying. It is the stench of ones and zeroes and electronic hardware probably manufactured somewhere in China. But these "YOLO terrorists" will not be tolerated. Malloy High will now be put under Internet martial law. That's right. Each student will be required to turn in their phones to teachers and retrieve at the end of the day until we have gotten to the bottom of this. No more phone. Oh, can you hear me now, jerks? There will be no Vine, no Flickr, no Tumblr, - no Tinder, no Facebook, no Hulu... - Just say no Internet. We get it. ...no Grindr, no WhatsApp, no Instagram, no Pinterest, no wiki anything.
The DUFF
15.8s
What's up, narc? Not only was I the school's most famous DUFF, I was now the least-liked person in it. - Thanks for destroying my life. - I just thought of something funny, and now nobody's gonna know. Hope you're happy. These are useless. It could not have gotten worse.
The DUFF
15.4s
Ugh, they do not clean those mirrors. - Oh, that is awful. - Whatever. Listen, she's the one that ended things with us, Jess. - I love your eyes. They're so... - Just make that go away. - Toby... - Casey, shut the site down now. Okay, fine.
The DUFF
4.4s
Not likely. Don't we just look so cute together?
The DUFF
2.8s
I want you to walk over and get his phone number.
The DUFF
1.2s
What's that buzzing I hear?
The DUFF
2.4s
Mine is this way, though.
The DUFF
10.6s
- Wes. - Hey. - What the hell? - You embarrassed? - Now you know how it feels. - Whoa, who let her in? - Wes? - Whoa, Bianca, what the hell is this? Ah, kind of looks like a penis, only smaller.
