Now the next dance is gonna be a snowball...
and leading it off is lastyear's class president, Steve Bolander...
and this year's head cheerleader, Laurie Henderson.
- Come on. - ""Come on"" what?
Steven, please. Smile or something.
Quit pinching!
You think I care if you go off? You think I'm gonna crack up?
- Boy, are you conceited! - I don't know why I ever asked you out.
- You didn't. I asked you out. - What do you mean, you asked me out?
Backwards Day. Remember?
If I had waited for you to ask me-- Oh, brother!
Even after that, you didn't call me for two weeks.
- I was busy. - You were scared. Dave Ogler told me.
When you did ask me out, you didn't kiss me for three dates.
- Well, I was-- - Scared. Jim Kiler told me.
I even asked my father why you hadn't kissed me.
- Your father. Great. - You know what he said?
He said he thought you were bright enough...
and that you'd probably get around to it after a while.
You didn't, of course. I had to.
Remember the picnic?
Out at the canyon?
Boy! You don't remember anything, do you?
The first one, up at the lake.
That was the first time you kissed me.
I had to practically throw myself at you.
I remember.
What's wrong?
Go to hell.