MMichael
[after Mary dunks his head in a toilet] I want to file assault charges.
PPrincipal
Fine. And Mary, I assume you'll want to file sexual harassment charges?
[Long silence; Michael looks baffled]
PPrincipal
What did you think that was? Messing around? Joking? Having fun? It's not. It's sexual harassment.
TMr. Towner
You know, I'm not the least bit surprised that you feel this way.
PPrincipal
Mr. Towner, I know you'd like to believe that this is about "sisterhood" when actually, it's a matter of right and wrong. You see, your belief is incorrect, and holding fast to it at this point really isn't going to help anyone, including your son. So, Mary, how do you want to handle this?
Mary[pauses] It's over. I just want to let it go.
PPrincipal
Really? I'm not inclined to be as generous as you are. [to Michael] You talk trash, you write trash, and you dare to snap this woman's bra strap? At the very least, your head is gonna wind up in a toilet! You harass one more human being in this building, and you will find that you have no friends here. Got it?
PPrincipal
Good. Now go spread the word. I know you're good at that.
You gotta trust me on this, cause when it comes to this kind of stuff, guys don't think like girls.
Mary
I know. I'm sorry.
Where'd you get that dress?
Mary
(crying) I stole it. I didn't think it was a big deal!
So you put it on and went to a fraternity party?
Mary
I know, it was stupid. I'm sorry.
It's OK. But you should know: From now on I'll be watching you like a fox/hawk.
(Simon and Ruthie find a $50 bill on the sidewalk)
I could never be bulimic like Shelby. I just don't have the self-discipline to make myself throw up.
Mary
You know, this conversation wouldn't annoy me so much if we actually knew Shelby was bulimic, but we don't, and you and this conversation have both crossed the line from "annoying" into the land of "I'm going to have to kill you if you don't shut up."
[Matt and Simon are in the latter's new room with rock music playing on the radio]
Mary
[rushes in and turns off the music] You guys are bothering Lucy.
Mary
So? What's wrong with you? Her friend died.
[to Matt] Are you still mad at her?
Mary
[to Simon] What are you talking about? [Matt stares at Mary] Get out.
This is my room now. You can't tell me to get out. [Mary gives Simon a sincere stare. Simon then exits the room]
Mary
You're mad at Lucy? Mad about what?
I think she was going to run off with those girls. They weren't going to get a pizza.
Mary
You don't know that.
Yeah, I do. It was written all over her face when I dropped her off, but I didn't press her on it. She was trying to trick me. How do you think I would have felt if she had been in that car? She could have been killed, too!
[walks in crying] You think I don't know that? You think I don't know that if they hadn't been on their way to pick me up, Sarah would still be alive and she wouldn't have died?
Sarah died because she was driving the car and the kid ran out in front of her!
I know that! And that's my fault too; it's all my fault!
Mary
Luc, don't!
[rushing in with Eric] What's going on?
I knew that Jen let Sarah drive the car and I didn't tell anyone. It's my fault I didn't tell anyone.
If I had told someone, she might still be alive. If I hadn't told them to pick me up, she might still be alive.
Luc, no. Don't blame yourself―
[pushes Annie away] No! Leave me alone!
We can't! We can't leave you alone! This is not your fault! It's not your fault!
It is my fault! It's all my fault! Nothing will ever be the same again! Nothing! [Annie attempts to hug Lucy, but Lucy again pushes her away and then kneels to the ground and begins crying]
Mary
Is there something wrong with me?
Not exactly. You're... you're... I can't.
There is just no easy way to say this Mary, it seems that you're pregnant.
Mary
I don't think so.
Why, because your birth controls infailable?!
Mary
Yeah, it's called not having sex, it works 100% of the time; and hey, if I'm lying we'll all know in a couple of months now, won't we?
Mary
You know, none of this is like you, and I know why. I think your attitude is compliments of your new best friend Nicole.
Stop picking on my friend, okay? Because Nicole is here to stay, and in the future, stay out of my business. Especially my friend business.
Mary
I'm telling you there's something up with Nicole.
Mary
Look, I know no one wants to hear this, but I have to say something. Last night I saw Nicole in our bathroom cutting herself with a razor.
It makes no sense. I don't understand why Nicole would cut herself, why anyone would.
Well, a lot of girls do it. In fact, some experts believe that cutting or self-mutilation is the fastest growing problem with teenage girls outside of eating disorders.
If that's true, why haven't I heard of it?
No one talks about it much.
That maybe true with other people, but Nicole is my best friend. If she were doing this, I'd be the first to know.
There's a lot of shame that goes with cutting and Nicole wouldn't necessarily tell you or anyone else 'cause she's probably embarrassed that she does it.
Well, if she's embarrassed about it why doesn't she stop?
It's not that simple. See, sometimes when a person can't handle whatever emotional pain they're in, they cause physical pain to themselves. They'll take a razor or a knife or a pen and make little cuts that they can hide. And when you want to quit something like that, you have to find out what's causing the pain that's making you hurt yourself or you're never going to be able to stop doing the destructive behavior.
I'm sorry you have such a dunce for a daughter. I'm so stupid about biology and Nicole.
I never want to hear you call yourself stupid again. You're not. Biology is tough and nobody knew about Nicole, not even her parents at first. So no blaming yourself for that either. I can't go to biology with you but, uh, if you need a substitute best friend, I'm always here.
Mary
Okay, I just came down to say I'm sorry.
For skipping class, or getting caught, or causing me to come and get you in the principal's office so that your teacher can tell me that for some reason my 16-year-old daughter can't seem to find her way to class?
Mary
Yes. Mom, Mrs. McKee just reads aloud every day and it's boring. Besides, I can read the book by myself.
Mary
What?
Mary
Well, some of it, but I can't get into it. And besides, like I said, Mrs. McKee reads the thing aloud in class every day.
Yes, but you'd have to actually be in class to hear it and benefit from it. You see where I'm going with this?
Mary
Yes.
See, if my kid can't "get" anything, not even the tiniest little morsel, from a classic novel about societal mores, shame, scorn and ostracism, then I look to my kid. Not the teacher, not Nathaniel Hawthorne, but my kid. Of course, now that I know my kid has read and/or heard very few of those actual words, I feel better. Or a different kind of worse, I'm not sure.
You know the person guts I hate? Bobby Tripp. I hate the guts inside his guts, and the guts inside those guts!
Mary
Our little neighbor? Why do you hate him?
Because he saw my underwear on the swing and he won't shut up and say he's sorry!
Well, if you think about it, there's really no way he could shut up and say he's sorry.
Don't make me crawl over that seat and sock you!
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