don't worry about a thing, mom. i'll have a terrific time and i won't do anything stupid, okay?
really?
he bought you that?
she's telling the truth, mr. mcculloch. i saw her pack it.
what are you going to do?
i'm not sure we're supposed to be here, tamara.
my parents are open minded about that sort of thing.
sounds good. i hear there's a shuffleboard court on deck -- it might be kinds cool.
no thanks.
it's not that, it's just that.  it i get caught, i'll lose my science scholarship and everything.
i guess not.
i have her in creative writing and she's fairly nice.
do you think i would use drugs, mr. mcculloch? we were just exploring the ship.
what are you going to do?
yeah.
i think i'll pass. see you later, okay?
what's going on? i heard on the p.a. system that.
jason. voorhees?
have you seen tamara?
but she might be in trouble.
i don't care about being hip anymore.
tamara? are you around here anywhere?
tamara?
tamara? i just want to talk with you.
shrieks, running back out the door.
decides this is the wrong place to be. she moves for the corridor again and:
backs away, sliding along the edge of the dance floor like she's on a building ledge. chaser lights and mirror balls fondle her body as she moves as far away from the point where she last saw him. but:
whirls dizzily to the center of the dance floor upon the sight of him. camera spins with her in 360 degree arcs, pushing in on her face.
stops, looking everywhere.