Holy shit.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
They all treat me like I’m gonna break.
Like I’m a baby.
Like I can’t handle things on my own.
It doesn’t help.
It just makes me feel like more of a freak.
You’re not a freak.
Yeah, I am. I am.
You know what?
You’re right.
You are a freak.
What?
No, I’m serious.
You’re a freak.
But what? Do you wanna be normal?
Do you wanna be just like everyone else?
Being a freak is the best, all right?
I’m a freak.
Is that why you don’t have any friends?
I have friends, Will.
Then why are you always hanging out with me?
Because you’re my best friend, all right?
And I would rather be best friends with Zombie boy than with a boring nobody.
The key with girls is just...
just acting like you don’t care.
Even if you do?
Yeah, exactly. It drives them nuts.
Then what?
You just wait until, uh...
until you feel it.
Feel what?
It’s like before it’s gonna storm, you know?
You can’t see it, but you can feel it, like this, uh...
electricity, you know?
Oh, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere-
No, no, no, no, no.
Like a...like a sexual electricity.
Oh.
You feel that
and then you make your move.
So that’s when you kiss her?
No, whoa, whoa. Slow down, Romeo.
Sorry.
You’re going to stop calling him.
You’re going to ignore his calls.
As far as you’re concerned, he doesn’t exist.
Doesn’t exist?
He treated you like garbage.
You’re gonna treat him like garbage.
Give him a taste of his own medicine.
Give him the medicine.
Mm-hmm.
And if he doesn’t fix this,
if he doesn’t explain himself,
dump his ass.
It’s not easy out there, Nance.
I know.
People are always saying you can’t.
That you shouldn’t.
That you’re not smart enough, not good enough.
This world, it...
It beats you up again and again until eventually, I–
Most people, they just,
they just stop trying.
But you’re not like that.
You’re a fighter.
You always have been.
What are you, little guy?
What were you doing in my trash?
You hungry?
Nougat.
Go on, eat.
Too hot?
Sorry about that, little guy.