Louisa: You really love her, huh?
Jack: Who?
Louisa: Lizzie. You keep staring at the sandwich wrapper she left on the kerb.
Jack: Promise not to laugh? When I think about her being with anyone else, I get this empty feeling in my chest. I can’t bear it.
Louisa (sympathetically): Maybe it’s just a heart attack
Bus LXV
Louisa: Anything happen in assembly?
Jack: I was chosen as ‘Gifted’
Louisa: What’s that mean?
Jack: Get to go on special trips and stuff
Louisa: I hate that. We’ll be segregated soon enough in the real world – can’t we at least be equal in school?
Jack: You were chosen too
Louisa (proudly): Who, me?
Jack: I was chosen as ‘Gifted’
Louisa: What’s that mean?
Jack: Get to go on special trips and stuff
Louisa: I hate that. We’ll be segregated soon enough in the real world – can’t we at least be equal in school?
Jack: You were chosen too
Louisa (proudly): Who, me?
Bus LXIII
Jack: Doesn’t it kinda get you down that we scramble for the backseat every day, twice a day, like a pack of dogs? I mean, is it worth the hassle? It’s just a seat.
Louisa: Everyone wants the backseat. If they all want it, there must be something good about it...so we should want it too.
Jack: We can’t tell what we want by ourselves?
Louisa: Hell, no
Louisa: Everyone wants the backseat. If they all want it, there must be something good about it...so we should want it too.
Jack: We can’t tell what we want by ourselves?
Louisa: Hell, no
Bus LXIV
Louisa: I’m doing a project on the Moon landing
Jack: Clearly a hoax
Scott: Tell me about it. A piece of rock that floats round us in a circle? How dumb do they think we are?
Louisa: It wasn’t a hoax
Jack: Of course you think that. You’d rather believe the official story than your own eyes, cos your own eyes make you feel scared and alone.
Louisa: And you’d rather believe some cranky website, cos not looking other people in the eye makes you feel special and unique
Jack: Clearly a hoax
Scott: Tell me about it. A piece of rock that floats round us in a circle? How dumb do they think we are?
Louisa: It wasn’t a hoax
Jack: Of course you think that. You’d rather believe the official story than your own eyes, cos your own eyes make you feel scared and alone.
Louisa: And you’d rather believe some cranky website, cos not looking other people in the eye makes you feel special and unique
Bus LXII
Jack: They’re switching on the Mr Gogol Memorial Fountain tomorrow lunchtime
Louisa: So there’ll be no queue in the canteen? Score.
Jack: I thought perhaps you might want to pay your respects
Louisa: Pay my respects? Only time he spoke to me was to complain about my shoes being dirty.
Scott: Hey, remember that time his trousers fell down in assembly?
Louisa: Ha ha, yeah. Classic.
Jack (wiping away a tear): He was a true British hero
Louisa: So there’ll be no queue in the canteen? Score.
Jack: I thought perhaps you might want to pay your respects
Louisa: Pay my respects? Only time he spoke to me was to complain about my shoes being dirty.
Scott: Hey, remember that time his trousers fell down in assembly?
Louisa: Ha ha, yeah. Classic.
Jack (wiping away a tear): He was a true British hero
Bus LXI
Scott: How was New York?
Louisa: Brilliant. It felt like my reward for all those years of depressing caravan holidays.
Scott: Me and Em are saving up for a caravan holiday. We both put a tenner in the jar whenever we’re paid.
Louisa: Good for you. Here, have a pound on me.
Scott: Thanks, Lou. We got sick of being the only kids who always stay home. Sometimes it feels like there’s a warehouse full of cash and we’re the only ones who don’t know about it.
Jack: You don’t know about the warehouse full of cash?
Louisa: Brilliant. It felt like my reward for all those years of depressing caravan holidays.
Scott: Me and Em are saving up for a caravan holiday. We both put a tenner in the jar whenever we’re paid.
Louisa: Good for you. Here, have a pound on me.
Scott: Thanks, Lou. We got sick of being the only kids who always stay home. Sometimes it feels like there’s a warehouse full of cash and we’re the only ones who don’t know about it.
Jack: You don’t know about the warehouse full of cash?
Bus LX
Louisa: Another year begins
Jack: I need to start taking the first day off. That way I’d skip the anecdotes. Last year Kurt Goldberg spent an hour telling me how he’d entered his dog into all these contests, and the dog never won even though his granny was one of the judges. Turned out she kept voting for the wrong dog.
Louisa: Anecdotes can be fun if you like the person
Jack: Yeah, but how often does that happen?
Jack: I need to start taking the first day off. That way I’d skip the anecdotes. Last year Kurt Goldberg spent an hour telling me how he’d entered his dog into all these contests, and the dog never won even though his granny was one of the judges. Turned out she kept voting for the wrong dog.
Louisa: Anecdotes can be fun if you like the person
Jack: Yeah, but how often does that happen?
Bus LIX
Jack: So what d'you think of the new headteacher?
Louisa: Bitch. All she wants to do is save money.
Jack: I feel she’s making some necessary savings
Louisa: You would
Jack: Why do we need two History of Art departments? Most schools don’t have one.
Louisa: They offer competing views. What sort of education would it be if we only ever got one view from one person?
Jack: An affordable education? And don’t even get me started on the ghost-hunting trips.
Louisa: Those were the best trips ever
Jack: Benny Rousseau is still in the asylum. He plays solitaire with Scott’s mum.
Louisa: There’s a two-person solitaire?
Jack: They take turns
Louisa: I can't remember the last time we didn’t know at least one person who was in the asylum. What happened?
Jack: I think we just knew less people before
Louisa: Bitch. All she wants to do is save money.
Jack: I feel she’s making some necessary savings
Louisa: You would
Jack: Why do we need two History of Art departments? Most schools don’t have one.
Louisa: They offer competing views. What sort of education would it be if we only ever got one view from one person?
Jack: An affordable education? And don’t even get me started on the ghost-hunting trips.
Louisa: Those were the best trips ever
Jack: Benny Rousseau is still in the asylum. He plays solitaire with Scott’s mum.
Louisa: There’s a two-person solitaire?
Jack: They take turns
Louisa: I can't remember the last time we didn’t know at least one person who was in the asylum. What happened?
Jack: I think we just knew less people before
Bus LVIII
Scott: My sister’s eighteen today
Louisa: I thought she was already your legal guardian?
Scott: Fake ID
Louisa: It’ll be nice when we can all go down the pub together
Jack: Oh, I won’t be drinking socially
Louisa: Why's that?
Jack: If I’m with good people, why do I need to drug myself? And if I’m with bad people, why aren’t I spending some quality time at home with the drink instead?
Louisa: I thought she was already your legal guardian?
Scott: Fake ID
Louisa: It’ll be nice when we can all go down the pub together
Jack: Oh, I won’t be drinking socially
Louisa: Why's that?
Jack: If I’m with good people, why do I need to drug myself? And if I’m with bad people, why aren’t I spending some quality time at home with the drink instead?
Bus LVII
Louisa: How’s the musical coming along?
Jack: Pretty well
Louisa: What’s the story?
Jack: It all starts off with this girl whose microwave breaks, and she’s despairing...when suddenly her oven starts singing to her. Telling her about all the exciting things you can do with an oven, and how microwaves are just for lazy people anyway.
Louisa: Elitist
Jack: I write what I know
Louisa: Wasn’t the musical meant to be more realistic this year? After ‘Moon Nuns’.
Jack: Pretty well
Louisa: What’s the story?
Jack: It all starts off with this girl whose microwave breaks, and she’s despairing...when suddenly her oven starts singing to her. Telling her about all the exciting things you can do with an oven, and how microwaves are just for lazy people anyway.
Louisa: Elitist
Jack: I write what I know
Louisa: Wasn’t the musical meant to be more realistic this year? After ‘Moon Nuns’.
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