Really, I must have left it at your house
and didn't get it back.
I left a lot of stuff there.
Is it just me, or was sixth grade the best year ever?
I didn't even know you then.
You didn't even know me when you knew me.
Come on, give it up, Spence.
Let's pretend that you're getting ready for
your first boy-girl dance party.
No one ever tells you that the practice
is so much more fun than the real thing.
Was it Toby?
Was he the one that gave you that bloody lip?
Toby? Oh, sweetie,
Girls fight much dirtier than boys.
I'm lucky she didn't leave a scar.
You stopped dancing.
I don't-- I don't want to dance.
I'll change the song.
No, I can't. I haven't slept in three days.
Come on. I'm looking for something.