"Don't ever talk about my friends, you don't know any of my friends, you don't look at any of my friends, and you certainly wouldn't condescend to speak with any of my friends. Just stick to the things you know; shopping, nail polish, your dad's BMW, and your poor rich drunk mother in the Caribbean. And as for worrying about what will happen when we walk through the hallways of school together you can forget it, cause its never gonna happen. Just bury your head in the sand, and waiting for your fucking prom!"
The Breakfast Club, 1985
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