The Slumber Party Massacre

Hey, take it easy!

What did I win?

The Stones tickets?

A hundred dollars?

You won, you ready for this?

Your own KDED T-shirt!

Oh.

Trish, honey, where are you?

Coming, Mom.

We're leaving, baby.

A little music for Friday morning.

And now here's the news

with Emma Chapman.

Our top story: Police are still

searching for escaped murderer Russ Thorn.

Thorn was convicted of the brutal slaying

of five people in Venice, California, in 1969.

More news in a moment.

How about my blue jacket?

Did you remember that? - It's in there.

Okay.

The plane tickets, where are

they? Okay. - I have them.

Trish, the chips are under the sink

and there's soda in the fridge,

and our number at the hotel is right by the phone.

Okay, Mom.

Everything will be fine.

- Annette, we have to go right this minute.

- Mr. Contant will be home all weekend,

and he'll look in on you.

Hi, Mr. Contant.

- Don't worry, I won't let the girls get into any trouble.

(sighs) Shit!

Annette!

- Bye-bye, baby. - Bye.

You lock all the doors and windows.

Mom, I'm 18 years old, remember?

You will always be my baby.

- I'm telling you, you gotta be more aggressive.

Okay, who should I ask?

Um, how about Kim?

Nah, she wouldn't go with me.

Um, how about that new girl?

Me, ask Valerie?

Uh. (chuckles)

Wow, this is the real thing.

I think I'm in love.

Give me five minutes.

Hi, my name's Jeff. - Uh.

Can I help you with that?

Sure, thanks.

- You know, I've been having some ringing in my ear.

I mean, in my phone, and I thought

maybe a phone woman could help me.

Uh, are all phone women this pretty?

I wouldn't know.

- Would you ever consider dating a younger man?

I mean.

You know what they say about younger men.

Try it, you'll like it.

Oh, I hadn't really thought about it.

Well, my number's out of order.

Your number is zero.

No!

No!

Alright, girls, it's late.

Now stick to your zones, try to keep open.

Diane, don't hog the ball.

Okay, now hustle.

Down court, okay?

Down court, come on!

Come on, okay.

- Shoot, shoot it! - Okay, right here.

- Two seconds! - Come on, move the ball!

- Diane, pass the ball! - Pass it!

- come on. - All right.

- Let's go. - Here we go.

- Put it up. - Come on!

Oh !

Turn around, that's it.

Watch your position.

Oh, shoot.

It's not a smart move, Jackie.

Larry Bird you ain't.

Now get in range and give yourself a chance.

Yes. (laughs)

- Boy, that new girl sure is good looking.

- Valerie. - Yeah.

Let's go Valerie, come on!

Let's go, Val!

Alright, Val!

Nice layup, Valerie!

Teacher's pet.

Come on!

- She's open! - Okay, bring it in!

- Alright, this is the last week of varsity basketball.

Next week, we start tryouts for baseball.

Cool down now and head for the showers.

- You know, I think your tits are getting bigger.

Mine?

- Hey Linda? - Yeah?

- You like watching basketball on TV?

Yeah, I love all those

great big guys in their cute little shorts.

How about you?

Yeah, I do, but I love football.

- How come? - Brian Sipe is a doll.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

- God, I wish he took his helmet off more often.

- Hey, you wanna go to a party tonight?

Uh, where's it gonna be?

My house.

Uh, I don't know, I've gotta study.

I got a test on Monday.

- Trish, can I have the soap? - Sure can.

Thanks.

Hey, Jackie, I could kill you for what you did today.

- Hey Trish, remind me: Next time I have the ball

don't throw it to Jackie.

If I do get the ball to you, don't shoot.

By the way, did you see Jim Mcfeeney with Kathy?

- Oh, no, are you kidding? - No, I'm not.

- Oh, God. - I can't believe it.

What a fool!

Good god.

- Valerie, you played such nice basketball out there.

Thanks, Trish.

The woman gets up her courage

and she throws her baby down.

And the guy catches it.

And, like, the crowd is going crazy.

And the guy goes, "Touchdown! "

Oh, God !

What?

- I think we should invite Valerie to the party.

- I thought it was supposed to be for the game,

like old times. - It is.

It is.

No boys, by the way.

Got it?

Uh, we'll talk about it.

No way, my parents would kill me.

They won't find out.

- Look, what do you have against Valerie, anyway?

Nothing.

She drinks too much milk.

Wouldn't happen to have anything to do

with how good of a basketball player she is, would it?

Or how pretty she is?

She works at it.

Do you ever notice how perfect her eyeliner is?

Just so.

No reason to be unkind.

- I don't like people I have to get to know.

- Can I borrow your deodorant? - Hey, it's her problem

she transferred here, not mine.

Diane, you're a snob.

Hey, only the best people are, you know?

- Well, I'm going to ask her. - Fine.

Just go right ahead.

Hey, Valerie.

I'm having a few girls over tonight,

and I was wondering if maybe you--

I can't, Trish.

I'm, I'm sorry.

- Oh, come on - I have, I have to go.

She heard.

I don't know if I can go yet.

Mom's on my case about my grades.

- Oh. - That's tough.

Mine, too, but I'll be there.

- Jeff, you forgot one small detail :

You weren't invited.

- Trish, I don't let the little details

get in my way.

Hey, you guys, I forgot something.

I'll catch up with you later.

- Oh, Okay. - Bye, Linda.

- Hey guys, I've got some provisions for the party tonight.

What are provisions?

You know, Doritos,

No-Doz, bennies, crystal meth.

Oh, Linda.

Where are you going?

I forgot a book in my locker.

There's a test on Monday; I have to pass it.