I Know What You Did Last Summer

- Do you really believe that crap?
- It's true.

The hook is really a phallic symbol.
Ultimately castrated.

I'm gonna miss you.
You can always ditch Boston
and come to New York with me.

We can't all sit in coffee-houses
and ramble on our laptops.

- Nobody gets me the way you do.
- I understand your pain.

I hate this.
You're gonna fall for a head-shaven,
body-piercing philosophy student.

- That sounds attractive.
- I'll never see you again.

High-school relationships are more
successful than any other kind.

Cite your source.
Are you sure?
- Give me the keys.
- Nobody drives my car but me.

I know, baby, but the Croaker Queen
has to get home now.

- Hey, you two.
- Give me my fucking keys.

Come ride in the back with me.
I'll let you do things to me.

- Nobody drives my car but me.
- Get in the car.