Fly is Down

Your Fly is Down

Margaret (talking in caf, sorting M&Ms): Orange, yuck. Orange.
Anna: Red. Give them to Stacey, They'll make her smart.
Emily: I don't think it will help.
Stacey: Green. More green.
Gab: You know what that means.
Carol: Give them to me, Stacey. You don't need them. You're already hot enough. (boys enter and do the handshake again)
Emily: That is scary. Why do they always do that?
Anna: Oh I know they're talking about us. Look at them they think they're so cool.
Margaret: He's so fine.
Stacey: Yeah they are so dumb, like they don't even know dumb is spelled with a silent B. Like, B-D-U-M. Like really dumb.
Gab: Ah ... yeah right. Stacey you looked pretty stupid yourself with your skirt stuck in your tights flirting with Jason.
Carol: You are such a dweeb.
Stacey: Thanks, I mean I just went home to commit suicide and stuck my head in a micro wave and like turned on the gas.
Gab: For real.
Stacey: Like I almost died.
Carol: It didn't work?
Stacey: So, there's Jason. I know he likes me but he's just too shy to ask me out.
Margaret: Yeah, I think about him all the time.
Stacey: I'm going to go hit on him.
Emily: Give her some more green ones.
Anna: Watch out. He's a professional.
Carol: And make sure your skirt is down.
Stacey: I'm not wearing a skirt, dweeb.(Stacey stands up and her shirt is sticking out her fly.)