hey, dirtbud, who you going to the prom with?
why don't you be a gentleman and ask rosey?
rosey palm, your girlfriend. god knows you spend enough fucking time with her.
clever. i like the way you just spun that around on me.
some guy named woogie.
big guy--goes to barrington high school.
loser? woogie was all-state football and and basketball and valedictorian of his class.
hey, check it out.
you're a fucking liar!
i got twenty bucks says you're full of shit.
because you're a loser, and in some warped way this gives you a momentary sense of worth.
	10:
shirley, get in here! you gotta see this!
lately i've been feeling like. well. like a loser.
it's like that movie harold and maude.
that's what this is all about.
look, it's just that something about him struck me as odd last night. he gave me this funny vibe. anyway, i called some friends back east. they don't know of any architect named patrick healy and he's not listed as a harvard alumnus.
i lied to this poor girl. lied. man. she deserved better.
mary! is that you?
that stalkin' son-of-a-bitch!
we haven't spoken since.