— Oh, wait, everyone. It's Justin Foley and Zach Dempsey, star basketball players here at Liberty High. Hey, Justin, where's my bike? Justin stole my bike.
— What the fuck? What are you doing?
— I'm giving our new foreign exchange students a tour. Figured they should know who owns the school, right, you guys?
— Clay.
— Right, right. Moving on. Where were we? Right. The auditorium. Oh, oh, but before we go... I want to show you something super cool. Okay?
— Clay, cut it out.
— Look at these lockers. They all look alike, right? Not this one. This one is special. It belonged to a girl who killed herself.
— Clay, come on!
— You see all these "don't kill yourself" posters up on the wall? They weren't up before. They put them up because she killed herself. And why did she do it? Because the kids her treated her like shit!
— Jensen, that's enough.
— But no one wants to admit it, so they paint over the bathrooms and put up the memorial, because that's the kind of school that this is! Everyone is just so nice until they drive you to kill yourself! And sooner or later the truth will come out! It's gonna come out.
— Oh, you... you find your drink?
— Yeah, it's a Z-Man rocks.
— A Z-Man rocks?
— Yeah.
— What's in it?
— Everything the Z-Man could get his hands on. On the rocks.
— I just feel like maybe I'm just not meant to be happy, or like...
— Listen, man, happiness, it just makes us unhappy.
— I thought for a minute maybe I had found something kinda close, but... I was just wrong.
— Shit. It's just like we chase shit that we think is gonna make us happy, but it doesn't. It just ends sad. Every fucking time. Every fucking time! That's why you gotta be OK not being happy. That's what sets you free. That's what makes us free. The fact that you can just let go of everything and just say, "Fuck it", you know? Just fuck it all.
— Anyways, I'm picking you up at 8:00, and if you make any attempt not to go to the party, I will actually come and pick you up at 8:00. It's hot, right? I'll actually come and, like, physically pick you up. Come on! We can have hot banter, right?
— How am I even friends with you?
— I'm handsome, charming, and, mm... I saved you from drowning.
— Look... I fucked up.
— Yeah, you really did, but which time in particular are you talking about?