-Lindsy, are you ok? -Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute. -Sometimes it helps to talk to someone. -Well, I'm too drunk to talk. -No, that's ok. I speak drunk. -I'm so wasted, and I hate my life. -You shouldn't hate your life. -Why not? It sucks. -No, it doesn't. You're a beautiful young girl. The world is your oyster. -Please leave me alone. -No. -Why? -...
-Oh, God, What's going on out there? I didn't ever want to have this party. I only had it 'couse Daniel wanted it. And next thing I know, he's making out on my bed with Kim. All my new friends think I'm some goody two-shoes, And all my old friends think I'm throwing my life away. What the hell am I supposed to do? -May I speak freely? That Daniel gay.. You can do better. And, hey, at least people showed up to your party. You're Lindsay Weir you can do anything. You're smart and pretty, you don't take any crap, and you're the perfect girl, and I have been in love with you since I was 5 years old. -Khmm.. -Maybe I should call the cops. -Yes. -Ok. 'Hi, police, please. Thank you.'