Does my tattoo
look red to you ?
- Come on, girl. Don't you care
about anything anymore ?
- What are we spewing about ?
Well, two weeks ago,
we were helping you plan
your prom queen acceptance speech.
Now all of a sudden, everything's
like "Brock this" and "Brock that"...
and "my tattoo."
Taylor, the last thing you wanna do
five weeks before the election...
is alienate people.
- And what is that supposed to mean ?
- l think...
what she's trying to say
is you should be careful. Right ?
Careful of what ? Okay.
l can win this thing
in fluorescent lighting...
on the first day of my period,
cloaked in tacky rags. Okay ?
My mother was
prom queen in '71.
My cousin,
prom queen in '82.
And my sister would have been
prom queen in '94...
if it wasn't for that scandal
on the Color Me Badd tour bus.
Okay, l am a goddamn legacy.
All right ?
And besides, not to be a bitch,
but who's gonna beat Taylor Vaughan ?

God, l hope that's not
your acceptance speech.
Okay, sir, that will be one tahina kebab
with a side of spiced hummus salad.
Would you like to super-size
those falafel balls ?
Hmm. Let me see.
- Laney.
- Exactly what does
this super-size entail ?
Stalking is illegal
in all 50 states.
- Come on. l just wanna talk.
- l find myself torn.
Perhaps l could see
a sample ball...
to better equip myself
for such a decision.
- Don't you have a break coming up ?
- One moment, sir.
Uh, uh, miss ?
One moment, sir.
l'm not smart.
- What ?
- What ? You figure l could--
l could tutor you or something ?
- You think, "Oh, well,
there's Laney Boggs. She's a dork.
- Look, Laney.
- Laney.
- She must at least be smart."
Well, guess what, l'm not.
Laney, l have the fourth
highest G.P.A. in our class.
Mm-hmm.
Oh. What is this, some kind of new dork
outreach program ? l'm just not, uh--