Degrassi: The Next Generation (2001–2015): Season 5, Episode 16 - Our Lips Are Sealed: Part 2 - full transcript
Emma pushes herself to total collapse, while pushing away the only people who could help her.
(water splashes)
- Ah! Son of a--
Fruit salad!
- Um, Mr. Simpson,
can you keep it down?
It's long distance with Craig.
- You haven't let me brush your hair
since you were ten.
- I wish I was ten.
You don't have
a time machine, do you?
- I'm afraid I don't, kiddo.
- When did it all get so complicated.
- Hey, serious McMopey,
do you know how boring
life would be if it were simple.
Right?
Hello?
Are you there?
- I'm here, mom.
I'm just worried
about exams and stuff, okay.
- Okay.
- Where are we going?
- Oh, just follow me.
I'm sorry I can't see you at school.
So uh, this is my way
of making it up to you.
I bring you all the comfort foods:
potato salad, uh...
fried chicken,
chocolate cake.
You feelin' okay?
You look kinda sick.
- Yeah. I'm fine, I just...
I can't believe you'd do this for me.
It's so...
sexy.
- Who knew potato salad
was such an aphrodisiac?
- Shut up!
Leave it.
I wasn't hungry anyway.
Whatever it takes
I know I can make it through
If I hold out
I know I can make it through
Be the best
Be the best I can
And I say to you
Whatever it takes
I know I can make it
I know I can make it
I know I can make it through
Mr. Ellis: Okay, heads up, everybody.
Today we got Liberty
talking frogs.
It will be most fascinating,
I'm sure.
All right, take it away, Liberty.
Liberty: Of course, Mr Ellis.
I'll begin with the female
reproductive system.
- Ah, hint hint?
This just might be
on your year-end test.
Liberty: Up here we have
the gallbladder.
Then way down at the bottom...
- Ow! Manny.
- You're falling asleep during class.
And by the way, your hands
are colder than my nana's...
at her funeral.
- I have poor circulation.
(irritated exhale)
Why did you do that?
- Because you've been weird
and distant for weeks,
and I'm getting tired of it.
- Well, I'm tired of you being
Needy Mcneederson all the time.
Sorry I have a life;
sorry I've got stuff going on
that you wouldn't understand.
- Like what?
- Like... nothing.
Just drop it.
- Whoa. Are you getting your attitude
from these things?
Protein bars.
They're all you eat, lately.
Are they even safe?
- I get them at a health food store.
Mr. Ellis: Miss Nelson?
- Um yeah, sorry Sir.
- I hope you are back there whispering
about endocrine glands?
- Absolutely.
Gland central over here.
- Good.
Because if you don't ace
your year-end exam,
I'll be seeing you
in summer school.
(school bell rings )
- Oh my God.
- Will someone please send
Heather Sinclair a memo
that belly shirts are out?
- As if they were ever a good idea
for miss Teletubby, anyways.
- Alex, you're like...
the vinegary dressing
on the dull salad of my life.
- And hearing the word dull,
Hazel magically appears.
- Hi, hon.
- Hey, Paige.
Anything exciting in your mailbox?
- It's very lonely,
filled only with the sound
of my increasing panic.
- Gosh, if I don't get
into the university
or sorority of my choice,
I'll just die.
- See you in bio.
- Hope the lesson's
about becoming interesting
on the cellular level
'cause Hazel really needs it.
- Everything's always a game
to you.
- Keeps life interesting.
- Well, some things do
actually matter.
Some people matter,
at least to me.
Hazel's one of them and...
you need to be nicer to her.
- Between studying and planning
the end of the year extravaganza,
I barely have time to breath.
How 'bout you?
How's the Environmental Club?
- Mm, kinda lost interest.
- What?
You're telling me
you don't care about
those poor, starving dolphins
in the rain forest?
- They're not starving,
they're not in the rain forest
and yes, I still care.
I'm just focused on other stuff.
- Like what? Jogging?
- And other stuff.
- Hey, Emma.
Manny.
This is Brendon,
one of the kids that I tutor.
I'll meet you back here
at 3:30 p.m.?
- I didn't know you tutored.
- Well, my mom asked
and I thought why not?
Everyone needs a helping hand.
- How nice of you.
So, what's your favourite
thing to teach?
- Grammar?
Composition?
Getting girls drunk and filming them
with their tops off?
- That was not in the curriculum.
- Didn't think so.
Quit the hero act, Peter.
You're not fooling anyone.
We all know you're scum.
Em, we're gonna be late for gym.
Toby: We can't just fill the yearbook
with pictures of you two, you know.
You've got to represent
the whole school.
- Paige and I were the school.
- Yeah...
There's a convincing argument.
- Sorry, Alex,
you actually have to participate
to get in the yearbook.
(fake sigh): And the vicious
Insult Club, doesn't count?
- What do you want?
- I think we should hang out.
- Uh, the sarcasm association
doesn't get you
into the yearbook either.
- We don't have to be best friends...
or even friends.
I'll settle for acquaintances.
Acquaintances who don't
kill each other.
So, what do you say?
Why don't we all go out,
get loaded,
and get into some trouble?
- I could do up some fake I.D.'s?
Take you ladies on a pub crawl.
- Nice try.
- Or... we could go shopping -
you, me and Paige -
at the mall?
There's a big sale on.
- You're really gonna make me
work for this, aren't you?
- You bet.
See you at 4:30.
- Let me guess...
You went to visit Shaquille O'neal
and all you got
was his running suit.
- Shaq is ginormous.
- Uh, yeah, and that's the joke.
(whistle blows)
- 'Kay girls, as you can see,
we're rotating stations.
So let's group up.
Darcy: Emma, it's like
a gabillion degrees in here.
- I'm kinda cold is all.
- You're kinda whacked is all.
- Oh no! I think I see an extra ounce
over here on your right cheek!
- Call weight watchers!
91 1!
- You think it's fun to laugh
at the tub of lard? It's not!
I know what's wrong, so you can stop
pointing it out!
- You're so not fat, Emma.
We were just joking.
- Are you okay?
- Of course. I'm fine.
I just don't wanna be here today.
Armstrong: Emma?
Hazel: I'm having a fashion
flash forward.
Paige: Cute. A sassy mix
of conservative colour
and edgy military.
- It's grey.
Paige hates grey.
What about... this?
- No offense, but I don't think
you're ready for the big leagues.
Can you even afford
those clothes?
- Hazel.
- I'm sorry,
but fashion isn't exactly
what Alex's type does well.
(angry huff)
- My ''type''?
Lesbian, you mean?
- No - the style-impaired.
- Ladies, please, just chill.
Hazel, this shrunken blazer?
It so has your name on it.
- Think it might be
a little too shrunken
for Hazel's body type.
Gimmie.
- You in a blazer?
Spare me.
- Do I detect jealousy?
Tell me, how long have you
wanted to kiss Paige?
- Gross. That's your thing, not mine.
- Guys, stop it!
You're embarrassing me.
- And BTW?
Paige used to be straight
until you came along
and turned her gay!
(laughing)
- What?!
Okay, you know what?
I'm sorry.
I'm through playing nice.
- Couldn't pull it off for very long,
huh? Big surprise.
(hangers clanging together)
- She started it!
- No, I didn't!
Paige!
Paige.
(low chatter)
(crickets chirping)
Emma: Going too fast for you,
gramps?
I'll slow down
so you don't have to trail behind.
- Aw! But I like trailing behind you.
That way I get to enjoy the view.
- Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
- Awe, your jogging breath is fine.
- No. I mean this - us.
- Just when I thought we were finally
getting somewhere.
- I wanna go out with you, Peter,
I really do but-
- It's Manny.
Webmaster of the ''Peter Stone
Must Die'' website.
Why does she still
hate me so much?
- Forgiveness is not Manny's forte.
Believe me, she's like the five-time
winner of the golden grudge.
- Well then...
Then why does she have to know?
It could be our little secret.
- No, you don't understand!
This is all confusing
and messy and complicated
and I can't do it anymore, okay?
Sorry.
- Well, me too.
This sucks!
- You think you're the only one
that's unhappy?
Well, join the club, Peter!
I've got a huge pile of worries
over here by myself, okay?
- Are you all right?
- No!
I have to go.
- Here. Eat this.
- I don't have time for
your ''girl, interrupted'' today.
- I found your food diary.
You're not eating.
And those protein bars,
they're props.
You're hiding them.
- It's not true.
You're making it up.
- ''I haven't lost weight in three days.
I run twice as much
and still nothing.''
- Stop it.
- ''I can't eat.
''My body makes me sick.
''It's rebelling against me,
just like everyone else.''
- Give that back!
- I bet Spike would love to read this.
- Manny! No!
I'm dating Peter.
- What?
- You heard me.
I'm dating Peter.
That's why I'm like this.
I can't eat. I can't sleep.
I'm stressed 24I7
because I'm so scared
of you finding out!
Now you know.
- Take your stupid diary.
I don't care anymore.
You do whatever you want,
'cause we're through!
I'm sleeping on the couch
and tomorrow, we can talk
about me going home.
- Fine.
- Got your messages.
What's the big news?
- Why don't I show you.
Come on.
I told Manny everything.
We're legit.
- And she's okay with it?
- Well that's sort of the problem.
And speak of the devil...
- Well, look at the happy couple.
- Manny, save the drama
for your next audition.
We're not interested.
- Fine. I just wanna wish Peter
good luck.
- Thanks, I guess.
- You're gonna need it.
Maybe you can keep track
of whether or not she's eating,
'cause I'm done.
- What is she talking about?
- I don't know, Peter.
She's completely crazy.
Come on, we have
some flaunting to do.
- Your favourite.
I went and picked it up
after security let us go.
- I'm not talking to you.
I had to go all the way
to Mississauga to get it - on transit.
- Uh, how much?
- $2.16.
- I'm sorry, okay?
But she pushed my buttons right in.
- $2.20.
- Here's your change.
- I tried.
That's gotta count for something.
- Have a great day.
Thanks.
- I just care about you.
- Great job showing it.
- To us. Completely official
for all the world to see.
- Yay us.
- Can we get so--
Ketchup.
We need ketchup.
Whoa.
That is impressive.
- What can I say,
I'm a healthy, growing girl.
- Something's missing here,
- You're so mysterious.
- I just thought with us coming out
there'd be like a marching band
or something.
Maybe a blimp
with our name on it.
- Hey, not feeling
so huggable right now.
- Emma, you've got fries
in your pocket.
- It's just a little snack for later.
- Cold French fries
from your pocket?
That's a little weird.
- Not really. Haven't you seen
''Napoleon Dynamite''?
Come on.
I'm just like a little squirrel.
- Sure.
I gotta get to class.
See ya.
- Paige isn't talking to me.
- Me neither.
- Well, I happen to be
upset about it.
- So do I.
I do have feelings, you know.
- And when Paige gets upset--
- Tell me about it.
She's the stubbornest person
I ever knew.
- Oh, me too!
And if you really want to know
how bad a freeze-out can get?
Phone Ashley Kerwin up.
- We could try playing nice, again.
- ''Again?''
- We could try playing nice period.
- If we go for hot beverages,
promise not to scald me?
- Just as long as you promise
to leave your cyanide at home.
(bell rings)
- So, you all have your schedules?
Next meeting's Tuesday.
- What do you want?
- To show you something.
- Good for you, Peter.
Learning to read is very important.
- Hiding food, baggy clothes,
mood swings, paranoia.
Those are all possible symptoms
of anorexia-nervosa.
- I'll talk to her mom.
- No, we'll talk to her mom.
Hate me all you want,
Emma's my girlfriend.
You can't stop me
from helping her.
Don't even try.
- So...
- So...
(clears throat uncomfortably)
- What is this?
- Paige-likers club.
Alex is trying
to get into the yearbook.
- And the fighting begins when?
- We've signed a peace treaty.
- We also bought you a treat.
- We even went dutch to pay for it.
- So you know,
you guys made me really mad.
And I refuse to be
the monkey in the middle.
- That's fine.
As long as you're a talking monkey,
'cause we're a little stuck
for conversation.
- Okay... Let's ah, start with
how many calories
are in this beverage.
I always order no whip.
- Told you so, Alex.
Paige doesn't eat sweets.
- That's a lie.
- Shut up!
- You had three pieces
of chocolate cheesecake
last weekend!
- It was our two-month anniversary!
(laughing)
Oops! My spoon slipped.
(laughing)
- Oops!
So did mine!
(laughing)
No you didn't!
(giggling and laughing)
- What's going on?
- Come sit down here, honey.
Manny and Peter came here
because they're worried
about you.
- And it's not just them.
Your teachers told me
you're having trouble at school.
- They're lying.
- No, they're not.
Emma...
We want you to go
talk to someone -
a therapist -
about why you're not eating.
- I am eating.
There's nothing wrong!
- You're hiding food.
- You've got major
psycho mood swings.
- You're just not you.
We're worried.
(tearing up)
- You guys are all so perfect.
You take advantage of drunk girls.
You are the drunk girl.
And last time I checked,
you were making out with his mother.
- Emma, you need to calm down.
- No, I need to get out of here.
- You can't go, Emma.
Please.
We need to get you help.
- You did this! You told them!
This is all your fault, Manny!
(crying and hyperventilating)
- What're you doing?!
That's my stuff!
- I'm kicking your sorry butt out,
Manny, once and for all.
- Please, stop it!
- Emma, please!
Please, stop.
- You're supposed to be my friend,
Manny! I can't even trust you!
- I am!
That's why I'm trying to help you!
(short tight breaths)
- I can't breath.
My chest.
Manny, something's happening-
Simpson: Whoa! Emma!
P-Peter!
Peter, call 91 1 ! Now!
- Emma, just look at us, okay?
Spike: Archie...
- Nice, ladies.
Another night
in the security office.
(laughing)
- Think of it as mall detention.
- I shouldn't have dived
over the counter
for that whipped cream canister.
- If only those German tourists
hadn't gotten in the way.
(laughing)
- I can't believe you think
this is funny. It's pathetic.
- Says the girl who was
throwing... biscotti bombs.
(laughing)
(burst into laughter)
- Ew!
(monitor beeps)
- The doctor said
you had a panic attack.
- 'Kay, so I'm fine.
Must've been a reaction
to one of those protein bars.
That's the last time
I eat one of those nasty things--
- Emma!
You're not going anywhere.
- But it was just a panic attack.
- Brought on by starvation.
A psychiatrist is coming
to talk to you.
And she might diagnose you...
as anorexic.
- I wanna go home.
- Honey, you can't.
(whispers )
You can't.
- Em, you have to stop.
You have to stop
or you're gonna die.
You can't do that to me.
- No one's gonna die, okay?
- Okay.
- I'm gonna try to beat this, Manny.
I'm gonna try to beat this.
DVD subtitling: CNST, Montreal
- Ah! Son of a--
Fruit salad!
- Um, Mr. Simpson,
can you keep it down?
It's long distance with Craig.
- You haven't let me brush your hair
since you were ten.
- I wish I was ten.
You don't have
a time machine, do you?
- I'm afraid I don't, kiddo.
- When did it all get so complicated.
- Hey, serious McMopey,
do you know how boring
life would be if it were simple.
Right?
Hello?
Are you there?
- I'm here, mom.
I'm just worried
about exams and stuff, okay.
- Okay.
- Where are we going?
- Oh, just follow me.
I'm sorry I can't see you at school.
So uh, this is my way
of making it up to you.
I bring you all the comfort foods:
potato salad, uh...
fried chicken,
chocolate cake.
You feelin' okay?
You look kinda sick.
- Yeah. I'm fine, I just...
I can't believe you'd do this for me.
It's so...
sexy.
- Who knew potato salad
was such an aphrodisiac?
- Shut up!
Leave it.
I wasn't hungry anyway.
Whatever it takes
I know I can make it through
If I hold out
I know I can make it through
Be the best
Be the best I can
And I say to you
Whatever it takes
I know I can make it
I know I can make it
I know I can make it through
Mr. Ellis: Okay, heads up, everybody.
Today we got Liberty
talking frogs.
It will be most fascinating,
I'm sure.
All right, take it away, Liberty.
Liberty: Of course, Mr Ellis.
I'll begin with the female
reproductive system.
- Ah, hint hint?
This just might be
on your year-end test.
Liberty: Up here we have
the gallbladder.
Then way down at the bottom...
- Ow! Manny.
- You're falling asleep during class.
And by the way, your hands
are colder than my nana's...
at her funeral.
- I have poor circulation.
(irritated exhale)
Why did you do that?
- Because you've been weird
and distant for weeks,
and I'm getting tired of it.
- Well, I'm tired of you being
Needy Mcneederson all the time.
Sorry I have a life;
sorry I've got stuff going on
that you wouldn't understand.
- Like what?
- Like... nothing.
Just drop it.
- Whoa. Are you getting your attitude
from these things?
Protein bars.
They're all you eat, lately.
Are they even safe?
- I get them at a health food store.
Mr. Ellis: Miss Nelson?
- Um yeah, sorry Sir.
- I hope you are back there whispering
about endocrine glands?
- Absolutely.
Gland central over here.
- Good.
Because if you don't ace
your year-end exam,
I'll be seeing you
in summer school.
(school bell rings )
- Oh my God.
- Will someone please send
Heather Sinclair a memo
that belly shirts are out?
- As if they were ever a good idea
for miss Teletubby, anyways.
- Alex, you're like...
the vinegary dressing
on the dull salad of my life.
- And hearing the word dull,
Hazel magically appears.
- Hi, hon.
- Hey, Paige.
Anything exciting in your mailbox?
- It's very lonely,
filled only with the sound
of my increasing panic.
- Gosh, if I don't get
into the university
or sorority of my choice,
I'll just die.
- See you in bio.
- Hope the lesson's
about becoming interesting
on the cellular level
'cause Hazel really needs it.
- Everything's always a game
to you.
- Keeps life interesting.
- Well, some things do
actually matter.
Some people matter,
at least to me.
Hazel's one of them and...
you need to be nicer to her.
- Between studying and planning
the end of the year extravaganza,
I barely have time to breath.
How 'bout you?
How's the Environmental Club?
- Mm, kinda lost interest.
- What?
You're telling me
you don't care about
those poor, starving dolphins
in the rain forest?
- They're not starving,
they're not in the rain forest
and yes, I still care.
I'm just focused on other stuff.
- Like what? Jogging?
- And other stuff.
- Hey, Emma.
Manny.
This is Brendon,
one of the kids that I tutor.
I'll meet you back here
at 3:30 p.m.?
- I didn't know you tutored.
- Well, my mom asked
and I thought why not?
Everyone needs a helping hand.
- How nice of you.
So, what's your favourite
thing to teach?
- Grammar?
Composition?
Getting girls drunk and filming them
with their tops off?
- That was not in the curriculum.
- Didn't think so.
Quit the hero act, Peter.
You're not fooling anyone.
We all know you're scum.
Em, we're gonna be late for gym.
Toby: We can't just fill the yearbook
with pictures of you two, you know.
You've got to represent
the whole school.
- Paige and I were the school.
- Yeah...
There's a convincing argument.
- Sorry, Alex,
you actually have to participate
to get in the yearbook.
(fake sigh): And the vicious
Insult Club, doesn't count?
- What do you want?
- I think we should hang out.
- Uh, the sarcasm association
doesn't get you
into the yearbook either.
- We don't have to be best friends...
or even friends.
I'll settle for acquaintances.
Acquaintances who don't
kill each other.
So, what do you say?
Why don't we all go out,
get loaded,
and get into some trouble?
- I could do up some fake I.D.'s?
Take you ladies on a pub crawl.
- Nice try.
- Or... we could go shopping -
you, me and Paige -
at the mall?
There's a big sale on.
- You're really gonna make me
work for this, aren't you?
- You bet.
See you at 4:30.
- Let me guess...
You went to visit Shaquille O'neal
and all you got
was his running suit.
- Shaq is ginormous.
- Uh, yeah, and that's the joke.
(whistle blows)
- 'Kay girls, as you can see,
we're rotating stations.
So let's group up.
Darcy: Emma, it's like
a gabillion degrees in here.
- I'm kinda cold is all.
- You're kinda whacked is all.
- Oh no! I think I see an extra ounce
over here on your right cheek!
- Call weight watchers!
91 1!
- You think it's fun to laugh
at the tub of lard? It's not!
I know what's wrong, so you can stop
pointing it out!
- You're so not fat, Emma.
We were just joking.
- Are you okay?
- Of course. I'm fine.
I just don't wanna be here today.
Armstrong: Emma?
Hazel: I'm having a fashion
flash forward.
Paige: Cute. A sassy mix
of conservative colour
and edgy military.
- It's grey.
Paige hates grey.
What about... this?
- No offense, but I don't think
you're ready for the big leagues.
Can you even afford
those clothes?
- Hazel.
- I'm sorry,
but fashion isn't exactly
what Alex's type does well.
(angry huff)
- My ''type''?
Lesbian, you mean?
- No - the style-impaired.
- Ladies, please, just chill.
Hazel, this shrunken blazer?
It so has your name on it.
- Think it might be
a little too shrunken
for Hazel's body type.
Gimmie.
- You in a blazer?
Spare me.
- Do I detect jealousy?
Tell me, how long have you
wanted to kiss Paige?
- Gross. That's your thing, not mine.
- Guys, stop it!
You're embarrassing me.
- And BTW?
Paige used to be straight
until you came along
and turned her gay!
(laughing)
- What?!
Okay, you know what?
I'm sorry.
I'm through playing nice.
- Couldn't pull it off for very long,
huh? Big surprise.
(hangers clanging together)
- She started it!
- No, I didn't!
Paige!
Paige.
(low chatter)
(crickets chirping)
Emma: Going too fast for you,
gramps?
I'll slow down
so you don't have to trail behind.
- Aw! But I like trailing behind you.
That way I get to enjoy the view.
- Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
- Awe, your jogging breath is fine.
- No. I mean this - us.
- Just when I thought we were finally
getting somewhere.
- I wanna go out with you, Peter,
I really do but-
- It's Manny.
Webmaster of the ''Peter Stone
Must Die'' website.
Why does she still
hate me so much?
- Forgiveness is not Manny's forte.
Believe me, she's like the five-time
winner of the golden grudge.
- Well then...
Then why does she have to know?
It could be our little secret.
- No, you don't understand!
This is all confusing
and messy and complicated
and I can't do it anymore, okay?
Sorry.
- Well, me too.
This sucks!
- You think you're the only one
that's unhappy?
Well, join the club, Peter!
I've got a huge pile of worries
over here by myself, okay?
- Are you all right?
- No!
I have to go.
- Here. Eat this.
- I don't have time for
your ''girl, interrupted'' today.
- I found your food diary.
You're not eating.
And those protein bars,
they're props.
You're hiding them.
- It's not true.
You're making it up.
- ''I haven't lost weight in three days.
I run twice as much
and still nothing.''
- Stop it.
- ''I can't eat.
''My body makes me sick.
''It's rebelling against me,
just like everyone else.''
- Give that back!
- I bet Spike would love to read this.
- Manny! No!
I'm dating Peter.
- What?
- You heard me.
I'm dating Peter.
That's why I'm like this.
I can't eat. I can't sleep.
I'm stressed 24I7
because I'm so scared
of you finding out!
Now you know.
- Take your stupid diary.
I don't care anymore.
You do whatever you want,
'cause we're through!
I'm sleeping on the couch
and tomorrow, we can talk
about me going home.
- Fine.
- Got your messages.
What's the big news?
- Why don't I show you.
Come on.
I told Manny everything.
We're legit.
- And she's okay with it?
- Well that's sort of the problem.
And speak of the devil...
- Well, look at the happy couple.
- Manny, save the drama
for your next audition.
We're not interested.
- Fine. I just wanna wish Peter
good luck.
- Thanks, I guess.
- You're gonna need it.
Maybe you can keep track
of whether or not she's eating,
'cause I'm done.
- What is she talking about?
- I don't know, Peter.
She's completely crazy.
Come on, we have
some flaunting to do.
- Your favourite.
I went and picked it up
after security let us go.
- I'm not talking to you.
I had to go all the way
to Mississauga to get it - on transit.
- Uh, how much?
- $2.16.
- I'm sorry, okay?
But she pushed my buttons right in.
- $2.20.
- Here's your change.
- I tried.
That's gotta count for something.
- Have a great day.
Thanks.
- I just care about you.
- Great job showing it.
- To us. Completely official
for all the world to see.
- Yay us.
- Can we get so--
Ketchup.
We need ketchup.
Whoa.
That is impressive.
- What can I say,
I'm a healthy, growing girl.
- Something's missing here,
- You're so mysterious.
- I just thought with us coming out
there'd be like a marching band
or something.
Maybe a blimp
with our name on it.
- Hey, not feeling
so huggable right now.
- Emma, you've got fries
in your pocket.
- It's just a little snack for later.
- Cold French fries
from your pocket?
That's a little weird.
- Not really. Haven't you seen
''Napoleon Dynamite''?
Come on.
I'm just like a little squirrel.
- Sure.
I gotta get to class.
See ya.
- Paige isn't talking to me.
- Me neither.
- Well, I happen to be
upset about it.
- So do I.
I do have feelings, you know.
- And when Paige gets upset--
- Tell me about it.
She's the stubbornest person
I ever knew.
- Oh, me too!
And if you really want to know
how bad a freeze-out can get?
Phone Ashley Kerwin up.
- We could try playing nice, again.
- ''Again?''
- We could try playing nice period.
- If we go for hot beverages,
promise not to scald me?
- Just as long as you promise
to leave your cyanide at home.
(bell rings)
- So, you all have your schedules?
Next meeting's Tuesday.
- What do you want?
- To show you something.
- Good for you, Peter.
Learning to read is very important.
- Hiding food, baggy clothes,
mood swings, paranoia.
Those are all possible symptoms
of anorexia-nervosa.
- I'll talk to her mom.
- No, we'll talk to her mom.
Hate me all you want,
Emma's my girlfriend.
You can't stop me
from helping her.
Don't even try.
- So...
- So...
(clears throat uncomfortably)
- What is this?
- Paige-likers club.
Alex is trying
to get into the yearbook.
- And the fighting begins when?
- We've signed a peace treaty.
- We also bought you a treat.
- We even went dutch to pay for it.
- So you know,
you guys made me really mad.
And I refuse to be
the monkey in the middle.
- That's fine.
As long as you're a talking monkey,
'cause we're a little stuck
for conversation.
- Okay... Let's ah, start with
how many calories
are in this beverage.
I always order no whip.
- Told you so, Alex.
Paige doesn't eat sweets.
- That's a lie.
- Shut up!
- You had three pieces
of chocolate cheesecake
last weekend!
- It was our two-month anniversary!
(laughing)
Oops! My spoon slipped.
(laughing)
- Oops!
So did mine!
(laughing)
No you didn't!
(giggling and laughing)
- What's going on?
- Come sit down here, honey.
Manny and Peter came here
because they're worried
about you.
- And it's not just them.
Your teachers told me
you're having trouble at school.
- They're lying.
- No, they're not.
Emma...
We want you to go
talk to someone -
a therapist -
about why you're not eating.
- I am eating.
There's nothing wrong!
- You're hiding food.
- You've got major
psycho mood swings.
- You're just not you.
We're worried.
(tearing up)
- You guys are all so perfect.
You take advantage of drunk girls.
You are the drunk girl.
And last time I checked,
you were making out with his mother.
- Emma, you need to calm down.
- No, I need to get out of here.
- You can't go, Emma.
Please.
We need to get you help.
- You did this! You told them!
This is all your fault, Manny!
(crying and hyperventilating)
- What're you doing?!
That's my stuff!
- I'm kicking your sorry butt out,
Manny, once and for all.
- Please, stop it!
- Emma, please!
Please, stop.
- You're supposed to be my friend,
Manny! I can't even trust you!
- I am!
That's why I'm trying to help you!
(short tight breaths)
- I can't breath.
My chest.
Manny, something's happening-
Simpson: Whoa! Emma!
P-Peter!
Peter, call 91 1 ! Now!
- Emma, just look at us, okay?
Spike: Archie...
- Nice, ladies.
Another night
in the security office.
(laughing)
- Think of it as mall detention.
- I shouldn't have dived
over the counter
for that whipped cream canister.
- If only those German tourists
hadn't gotten in the way.
(laughing)
- I can't believe you think
this is funny. It's pathetic.
- Says the girl who was
throwing... biscotti bombs.
(laughing)
(burst into laughter)
- Ew!
(monitor beeps)
- The doctor said
you had a panic attack.
- 'Kay, so I'm fine.
Must've been a reaction
to one of those protein bars.
That's the last time
I eat one of those nasty things--
- Emma!
You're not going anywhere.
- But it was just a panic attack.
- Brought on by starvation.
A psychiatrist is coming
to talk to you.
And she might diagnose you...
as anorexic.
- I wanna go home.
- Honey, you can't.
(whispers )
You can't.
- Em, you have to stop.
You have to stop
or you're gonna die.
You can't do that to me.
- No one's gonna die, okay?
- Okay.
- I'm gonna try to beat this, Manny.
I'm gonna try to beat this.
DVD subtitling: CNST, Montreal