All language subtitles for Legally.Blondes.2009.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

Come on, Annie.
Don't be such a slowcoach.

I'm going
as fast as I can.

Excuse me. So sorry.

Excuse us.
Slow down, Izzy.

We're shopping,
not playing a rugby match.

There's less bruising
in rugby, Annie.

We're talking
summer clearance.

Things can get
a bit brutal.

I reckon it's worth it.

Imagine, summer clothes
all year round.

No more jumpers
and wellies for us.

And I've heard that in LA,
we'll only need these to block out the sun.

The sun?

Living in this country,
you wouldn't know there was a sun.

Sale!

Blast! Some twit put
this on the wrong rail.

It's not half-price.

Blonde rule number one.
Pink looks good with anything.

Blonde rule number two.

Never pay retail.

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Flip.
And wave.

Excuse me.

Yes?
Nigel.

Such a regal name.

But this garment seems
to be hung incorrectly.

It was on the half-price rail.
Oh.

I do hope we can make right what is clearly an injustice.

Brilliant!
You're a natural barrister, Izzy.

Even I almost
bought your argument.

I don't argue, Annie.
I persuade.

Have you lovelies
finished packing?

Almost!

Annie, I can't believe we're leaving for cousin Elle's tomorrow.

There.
Everything color-coded.

Me, too.
This box is labeled...

Pink.

I miss Mum, Izzy.

I can't believe it's been two years since we lost her.

I miss Mum, too, Annie.

I wonder how we'll
get on in California.

Things have been so gray
in this flat since Mum died.

I hope the sunny climate
will help Dad move on.

And up.
He'll be running the entire LAU English Department in no time.

Talking behind
my back, are we?

No, we're just excited
for the move.

Look, I know this
move isn't easy.

And I appreciate
your support.

It'll be fun.
We'll see movie stars,

drink those
mocha-latte-ccinos,

and get authentic
Beverly Hills nose jobs.

What?

Just joking, Dad.

I'm partial to the English nose I have,
thank you very much.

Me, too. On both of you.

And have no fear.

The Woods team will fit in the LA lifestyle like fish fit with chips.

* This is my life

* I'm on my own

* Don't need anyone
To guide me down the road

* I'm finding out who
Yeah, who I wanna be

* This is me

* This is my life
I'm in control

* Moving so fast
To where I wanna go

* I'm shouting out
Who, yeah, who do you see? *

Wow, look at that!

These are houses?

Are you sure this is the way to Elle's house?

Those Yanks love their horns,
don't they?

Anyway, girls,
I start teaching tomorrow at university

just a mile from Elle's
Hollywood Hills mansion.

Wow, Izzy,
Beverly Hills

sure is different
from back home.

Look at these cars.

Speaking of cars,
tell us again

why we shipped in our Mini
from across the pond?

What? She's a peach.

Wrong side of the road, Dad!
Wrong side of the road!

All right.

I'll have to try
to remember that.

Here we are, girls!

It's a palace.

Welcome to your
new home, girls.

My, this place
is awfully pink.

So, it is quite a step up from the old,
musty flat back home, eh?

This is a step up
from Buckingham Palace.

Best of all,
it doesn't cost a penny.

Cousin Elle spends most of her time back in DC, lobbying.

So she's let us, for now,
squat here. Take it over.

It's like a dream.

Oh, I suppose
I can get used to it.

Do you think you could get used to this?

Elle has quite
the view, eh?

Can it get
any better?

That sounds like Bruiser.

Bruiser! Times two.

They're so sweet.

Hello, pretty boys. Hey.

Oh, look.
From cousin Elle.

"Dear Isabelle
and Annabelle,

"sorry I couldn't be
there to greet you,

"but Bruiser's little nephews,
Spike and Butch,

"will welcome you
with open paws.

"Always blonde,
cousin Elle."

Oh, how thoughtful.

Well, I'm sorry, girls,
but under no circumstances

are either of you
to even consider

returning those dogs.

We'll walk with the dogs
and explore our new hood.

Hood?

And we'll shop for our first-day-of-school ensembles.

Girls, there's something I've been meaning to tell you.

It's amazing
here, Dad. Love you.

Love you. Bye.

* Oh-oh, oh-oh,
one, two, three

Annie, look at
all these stores!

It's fashion paradise.

It's so different
from Kentfield.

That dress is perfect.

* Rockin' to my own beat
Never stuck on repeat

* I'm singing my own song

Beverly Hills
isn't very hilly.

But the sun
is sunnier.

The hunks are hunkier.

And the junk
food's organic.

Oh, my God,
it's Karen!

Who?

The Karen Glass Studio.

I've read about it in the finest couture magazines.

The holy grail of
high-end runway apparel.

And now it stands
before us, beckoning.

Posh practically summers
inside that shop.

Last time I checked,
Becksy's shopping budget

was north of ours
by about 40 zeroes.

A salesperson's
a salesperson, Izzy.

Do what you do best.
Persuade.

Therefore, Evette...

Such a dynamic name.

...even though the stitching is subpar,

the color is off by
at least one shade

from the designer's
runway prototype,

I'm still willing to negotiate a reasonable price

on behalf of my sister that would benefit both parties.

I can see you're
a very reasonable person.

You'll have to
forgive me, ladies.

We get an awful lot of television celebrities in this store.

Oh, oh, we're not...

Oh, no, no. Oh, wait.

Yes, yes, of course.

You're the Riffraff Twins.

Loved the show.

We always say that the world can certainly use a little more riffraff,

but I'm afraid in this store, sadly,
you're canceled.

Come back when you can pay full price like big people.

Well, that went
swimmingly.

Like the Titanic.

Evette just
did us a favor.

I mean,
she's just telling us we can do better.

We're in the greatest fashion shopping postal code in the world.

Somewhere on these
hallowed streets

is a school wardrobe that's gonna make the world

stand up and say...

Crap!

I'm sorry, loves.

You never gave me a chance to tell you.
Pac Prep requires uniforms.

This is as scratchy
as tweed.

A sack of potatoes
has more panache!

And not a thread of
pink. It's criminal.

Downright oppressive.

What sort of school
are you sending us to?

LA?
More like we landed in Oz.

This is one of the best
schools in the States.

And now, of course,
it's an even better school

because you two
are attending.

Forget it, Dad.

These posh kids look like they just came off an assembly line.

Come on, girls,
I'm trying hard here.

Let's see some smiles.

Anything for you, Dad.

All right.
Here we are.

Okay, lovelies.
Stiff upper lips.

And let's see some
cheery faces, eh?

Give us a kiss.
Oh, thank you.

Now, just remember,
be your loveable, adorable selves,

and I promise you that,
by my watch,

you'll have met your first friend in three, two...

I'm not here
to be your friend.

I'm only here to educate you.

Welcome, ladies,
to Pacific Preparatory.

I'm Headmistress Higgins.

I see here that,
from past performance,

as well as your father's somewhat limited financial resources,

you've both been
admitted on scholarship.

Partial scholarship,

ma'am.

Congratulations, I'm sure.

Here at Pacific Prep,
we hold our students to a higher standard,

as well as
a strict code of honor.

And such being the case,
I will need you to sign these.

Oh, I'm not
a barrister.

Yet.

But I'd rather not sign
something I can't read.

Then let me give you
the gist of the agreement.

The document merely
enumerates the myriad ways

in which students might be tempted to plagiarize,

lie, cheat, and/or steal.

Failure to avoid these temptations results in expulsion.

But how do we
know what to avoid

if we can't read
the fine print?

The Pacific
Preparatory handbook.

Read it, learn it, love it,

and we'll get
along just fine.

Now, your signatures,
please.

Christopher Lopez!

Yes, ma'am?

Please print out the ladies' schedules and show them to their first class.

I'd love to show them
around. Come on.

Ms. Chang!

Keep an eye on those two.

The Woods twins?
Why, they seem lovely.

They possess the same
perky DNA as Elle Woods.

Elle Woods made a mockery of these hallowed halls with her

Fashion Arts elective.

Which you got rid
of two years ago.

And her Tai Chi Tuesdays.

Which you might
consider reinstating.

You really would benefit.

I finally got this
institution back on track,

and I refuse to let the next generation of blonde Woods nymphs

destroy what I've created!

Tai Chi Tuesdays.
I'm just saying.

Out!

Aren't you a little young to be a school administrator?

Oh, yeah, well,
I do data entry and IT in the main offices

as my work study.

Work-study?

Well, yeah.
On full scholarship at Pac Prep,

you need to work to
pay off your tuition.

Ergo, work-study.

It's a good thing we're only partial scholarship, then.

Inputting data
makes me nod off.

Not me. I can input
data all day long.

You into computers?

I faff around a bit.

Faff?

What Annie means
is faff.

It means dabble.

Good to know.
Well, here we are.

This is first-period
American History.

I'm in the same class,

but I need to swing by
the computer lab first.

So here, Izzy.

I'll see you
in class, Annie.

Annie?
Sorry.

Hello? Come on.

It's an Uber
Electronics phone.

My daddy's company isn't even releasing them in stores till next year.

It's a phone,
video game console,

MP3 player, PDA,
all in one.

It even has
HD hologram technology.

Oh!

The coolest thing ever.

I've gotta have one.

Well, I might be able to convince my daddy to get you one.

Whoa. Hottie airlines
taxing into the gate.

I'll check us in with the teacher while you find us seats.

Okay.

Oh, my...

Goldilocks make
Justin Bear happy.

What are you two
going on about?

Hi, Mr. Golden, I'm Izzy,
and I was told I'm to check in with you.

Excuse me.

What do you think
you are doing?

Um...

Sitting?

In my chair.

Literally, that's my chair.
My daddy paid for it.

Oh, I'm sorry.
That plaque is beautiful.

You have a lovely seat.

Everyone knows, front row,
three across, in every classroom,

my seat.

Do I need to send out a memo to every newbie dweeb that...

Are you, like,
a frosted flake or what?

I beg your pardon?

I just told you
that's my seat.

Well, this is a bit awkward,
considering I've never even met you.

I'm Izzy...

Oh, okay!
Am I being Punk'd?

Is this a joke?
'Cause I'm not laughing.

Anyone?

Izzy, I saved you
a seat here.

Excuse me.

There's two of them?

Look, Brad, be a sport.

Sharpen my pencils.

Justin, the sharpener's
three feet away.

You know that sound
drives me crazy.

Welcome back.

I am Mr. Golden,
your history teacher.

I would like to extend
a special welcome to

Annie and Izzy Woods.

Hi.

They're new here to Pac Prep.
Hi there.

And they are...

Hot.

From the UK,
Mr. Whitley,

which is actually
quite ironic

when you consider
how much class time

we have spent discussing

one of their country's
greatest upsets.

Would you care to guess
what that subject is?

How about you, Annie?

The... The...

The...

Don't be shy, Annie.
You know the answer.

America, England...

Everybody was upset.

David Beckham
joining the Galaxy?

No. No, Izzy.
No, actually.

We were actually talking about the American Revolution.

Now, does anyone
have any thoughts

about what advantages
the Patriots had

that allowed them to
defeat the English?

Miss Donohugh.

Our forefathers'
biggest advantage

was to keep the war
well inland,

where Britain's massive navy
posed little threat.

My forefathers crossed "the pond" on the Mayflower,

so we know a little bit
about this sort of thing.

Yes. Well, thank you.

Uh-huh.

Well, anyone else?
Any thoughts?

Yes, Izzy.

Well, we came across recently
on Virgin Atlantic.

But I once read
this brilliant paper

that claimed that the arrogance of the British military

may well have been
the colonists'...

I mean, the Patriots'
greatest advantage.

You see, our daft ancestors
totally underestimated

the keenness of you Yanks'
mostly civilian force,

and so failed to dispatch
England's best soldiers.

Well, that's wonderful,
Izzy!

Thank you!

Well, now, you see, class,
this is exactly the kind of fresh insight

I'm always looking for.

You never told me you thought my colonies paper was brilliant.

And it was.
Not my fault you can't speak up.

We just find
that this dress code

makes us all look
like flight attendants.

Did you really sit in Tiffany's seat?
What was it like?

Cold.

Bangers and mash sounds like hurl.
Is it?

So-so.

Where'd you get those matching bracelets?
They are so high-end.

Donatella...
No, Ron Herman.

Covent Garden.
At a flea market.

Who does your hair?

Us.

Well, why wouldn't she wanna do my homework?

Who does your nails?
Us.

Just who do those bottle-blonde bimbos think they are?

Actually,
the buzz says

their summer-wheat-number-four hair color is natural.

Not a single highlight.

And even more sick,
their noses are real.

Come on.

That's a Dr.
Feldman number seven if ever I've seen one.

Or two.

Hey, what's up?

And Justin is
totally digging them.

Are you actually suggesting that those Brit twits

pose a threat to moi?

Well, like,
reality check, Tiff.

They seem to be
doing pretty well.

Don't think
I didn't notice.

As Sun Tzu said,

"Keep your friends close
and your enemies closer."

Sun Tzu?

You mean, like,
the sushi chef at Nobu?

Tiffany. Scram!

Hi. I'm Tiffany.
Mind if I join?

If you don't mind sitting with a pair of frosted flakes.

I'm so sorry
I was a jerk earlier.

I really think that you got the wrong first impression of me.

It's just I have
this vision thing,

see, where I need to
sit in that same chair

in every class
to see the board.

My vision is, like,
20/one zillion.

I'm really insecure about it.
But, well, I was rude.

I'm sorry.
Can we, like, rewind?

Of course.

I was a bit rude
myself.

It's Isabelle, right?

Izzy. And this is...

Annie.

Oh, hi, Chris.
Take a seat.

Yes, please.
Take a seat.

Over there
with your friends.

I think they're
waiting for you.

But wait a minute.
Chris is really nice.

Oh, and cute.
Yeah.

And that's what makes it
that much more tragic.

Tragic?

If you want to
make it at Pac Prep,

I'd better bring
you up to speed

on the dos
and the don'ts.

For example,

the saddest members
of the FCC.

Don't stare at them!

Financially
Challenged Club.

Scholarship kids.

Poor unfortunates who wander these halls like cash-strapped ghosts.

I see poor people.

They're so ashamed
of their situation.

Well, they give us our space,
we give them theirs.

And never the two
shall meet.

I mean,
why shove our obvious advantages in their faces?

I mean, it's just so disrespectful.
Who is that cruel?

Just one tuition check away from hopping on to the...

Big, yellow, public...

School bus.

I mean,
the stories that I have heard about this kind of lifestyle

it's just so...

Middle-class.

Look, we should
tell you that...

That we completely
understand.

We'll do our best to respect others who have less.

Delish, then.

But come on.
It's your first day.

Let's talk about something more relevant to humanity, like...

Lip gloss.

We could've just told her we're on scholarships,
I guess.

And commit social suicide on our first day?

We're Elle Woods'
cousins.

We have a reputation
to uphold.

And think of Dad.

We need to make a go of it here for his sake.

I guess you're right.

But it was really
kind of Tiffany

to let us come under
her wing like that.

We could've really
mucked things up here.

She has got amazing style.

I've only seen shoes
like that in magazines.

Look.

They should've just named the whole place Tiffany Prep.

Pretty cool, huh?

Tiff's dad is the CEO
of Uber Electronics.

Uber Electronics?

As in one of the biggest

computer technology
companies in the world?

The biggest.

Not a brag,
'cause I'm not like that. Just a fact,

in case you find yourselves in a conversation

about my family's
incredible wealth.

Wouldn't want you
to not have the 411.

Your car, Miss Donohugh.

Oh! There's our ride.

She drives
an aircraft carrier.

You two need a lift?

No, thanks.
Our dad's picking us up.

Another time?

Definitely.
Like, tomorrow?

Mmm! You are on.
Tomorrow, then.

Bag, Charles.

* Certain days you wake up

* And it's like
all the world's... *

So I said,

"Hello?
What part of 'decaf soy latte' don't you understand?"

Hola, Sylvia.

Good morning,
Miss Donohugh.

Right after lunch,
Ash and I took the time

to stack those
trays for you.

We thought you
could use a hand.

Mmm-hmm.

Have a beautiful day.

Poor woman.
She works so hard.

So sweet of you
to help her.

Although, I have to say she didn't look too happy about it.

Well, often,
when supporting the less fortunate,

you're only met
with scorn.

Gum? I have
pink and green.

* Uh-huh, that's right

* This is the place
to be tonight

* Welcome to the party
Aw, yeah

* Welcome to the party
Aw, yeah

* This is my party
And it's all about me

This must be like

living in the Victoria
and Albert Museum.

We actually studied
this piece

in our art appreciation class last year.

This is a beautiful
reproduction.

Reproduction?

* Welcome to the party
Aw, yeah

* Welcome to the party
Aw, yeah *

Your estate is amazing.

Stables, pools, helipad,
tennis courts.

The only thing
missing is...

Two trampolines?

One for me and one for my personal trainer.

Dolph swears that it is the best workout you'll ever have.

You ever been on one?

When I was younger, I,
you know... "Dabbled."

Come on, silly.

I'll teach you
a few things.

Nothing too scary.

Let's try something
easy like this.

Ooh!

Brilliant, Tiff.

Like this?

Show-off.

Okay, that was pretty
good. Try this.

Wow! Let me try.

Oh, gee, you're pretty good.
How about this?

Wow!
How about this?

Isn't this fun?

How about this?

Tiffany,
are you all right?

I'll have my driver
take you home.

And now,
class, your quiz results.

Izzy.

Annie, here's yours.

I did great.

Don't worry, Izzy.
I'll tutor you.

The constitution
is pure poetry.

And now, each one of you
is going to have the chance

to recite this
patriotic work of art

up here in front
of the entire class,

beginning with the student with the highest grade-point average.

Ladies and gentlemen,
all the way from the UK,

Miss Annabelle Woods!

You'll be fine.

Miss Woods?

We... The...

We the people...
- Okay. Okay.

Everybody, settle down.

Please continue, Miss Woods.
- Oh...

Hey, beautiful.
Which one are you?

Excuse me?

Which twin?
Iggy or Annie?

Iggy.

My friends
just call me Izzy.

Yeah. Yeah.

It's that whole, you know,
lost in translation thing,

since you speak...

...read The Odyssey again.

We've read it
the last two years.

You know,
because you're from England and you speak...

English.

Obviously.

Yeah.

Hey, nerd, get another
irritating habit.

So, where was I?

Oh, you got a date for the silver bells dance?

Hey, shouldn't you
be asking Tiffany?

Everybody says
you're an item.

Well, some of the time.

Hey, Tiffany Donohugh
doesn't own me.

You're keeping your enemies really close,
if you ask me.

I'm paying them a little visit tomorrow to "study."

The only thing I'm going to "study" is them.

There's gotta be a skeleton
in their pink perky closets.

* You're in a mess

* You should see yourself

* Listen to you

* You sound like
someone else *

Hi!
Come on in.

We were just getting to the battles of Concord and Lexington.

Mmm, I'd rather hear
about the battles

between Armani
versus Versace.

I barely passed
British history.

Now I have to slog
through American?

It's too much.
I give up.

It's still early in the term.
You're a great debater.

You need to use that confidence for the test.

Easy to say when you're getting an A,
and I'm barely passing.

Tea time.

This is our handsome,
scholarly,

and currently
less-than-well-dressed dad.

Dad, this is Tiffany.

Hello.
Hi.

I love the apron.

I wish my own father
could just relax

and enjoy being common.

No offense.

None taken, I think.

Oops! Nature calls.

Bye-bye, fellows.

Your daughters
are awesome.

And they're
already so popular.

Well, wish I could
take credit. I...

Is that your wife?

Oh, yes.

She's beautiful.
I can see where the girls got their good looks. No offense.

Well, that time maybe
a little offense.

And I love
that painting.

Oh, no.
That is Elle Woods.

Oh, yes! Elle Woods.
Actually, I've heard of her.

Headmistress Higgins speaks of her often and fondly.

Yes, she is a Pac Prep graduate and a favorite cousin.

This is her house,
actually.

I certainly couldn't afford a palace like this on my professor's salary.

Oh, sure.

That's why I'm so glad
that Izzy and Annie

have a good friend
like you to study with,

because it's very important they work hard to keep their scholarships.

Well, then,
it is very lucky that the girls have scholarships.

So, until we
meet again,

which I guess will be tomorrow at the alumni dance, hmm?

It promises to be
the hottest in years.

Alumni dance?

We actually weren't aware
of any school dance.

Are we invited?
Of course.

Oh, my God. You have to come.
It's a Pac Prep tradition

on the pool deck
of the Queen Mary.

You know, swimming,
hot dogs on the grill, fireworks.

It's just all-American beach boy stuff,

which sophisticated British folk might find too common.

Oh, stop it.
It sounds amazing.

Okay. So, what's
everyone wearing?

I'm just wearing my
white Armani bikini.

If you wear a hot bathing suit,
I promise...

Yeah.
Okay.

...you are gonna
make a splash.

Welcome to the Pac Prep reunion, ladies.
Thank you.

Maybe you and Chris
can play ball, Annie.

Only in LA could you have a pool party on a ship.

Why didn't we move here sooner?
Here's your program.

Thank you.

I wonder what Chris Lopez looks like in swimming trunks.

It's fascinating.

Since when did you
care about ships?

Since the brochure
came in pink.

Ladies, you must absolutely be Annie and Izzy Woods.

It's a pleasure
to meet you.

Is that the way
to the pool party?

Actually, Miss Donohugh
sent me personally

to direct you
ladies to the event.

Right this way.
Really?

She insists upon
the VIP entrance.

Okay. Thanks.
Thank you.

He was nice.

VIP entrances
are so dark.

That Tiffany,
always looking out for her friends.

It's as bright
as the sun.

I think I hear
people swimming.

What?

Annie, Izzy,

your faces are almost as pathetic as your scholarship applications.

Do you care to
explain yourself, ladies?

I'm sure there's a logic to this wholly undignified display.

How humiliating.
Totally exposed.

In so many ways.

I can't believe Tiffany turned out to be a total snake in the grass.

There's only
one thing to do.

Pack.

Hello, loves.
You're home early.

Hmm.
My paternal instinct tells me something's wrong.

We have to move.

Pardon?

We're moving
back to England.

Everybody at school
thinks we're lying gits.

'Cause we are
lying gits.

Professor Dad confused.

We just wanted to make friends,
and Tiffany made it so easy.

Till she found out we're scholarship students

and ratted on us in front of the entire school.

In our swimming costumes.

Wait.
She didn't know you were scholarship students?

No.
We kept it a secret.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm afraid I let that one out of the bag myself, girls.

You told her?

Yeah, guilty.
Why shouldn't I?

All that matters at Pac Prep
is how much money you have

and what kind
of car you drive.

If you're not like them,
they shun you.

We just wanted to
fit in, that's all.

And look where
it got you.

For two girls who couldn't be more alike,

you are 100 % originals.

Don't let Pac Prep change you.
You change Pac Prep.

But first,
we have to admit...

We are complete
and utter idiots.

Chris, you were nice enough to reach out to us.

We were too blinded
by Tiffany's bling.

Can you ever
forgive us?

I think we have room
for one... Two more.

Annie and Izzy,
this is Vivek. That's Marcie.

You two are the most freakishly flaxen human beings

I've ever laid my eyes on.

Thank you.

And that's
Rainbow in the middle.

I take it your parents
were very creative.

No, they're hippies.
We live in a yurt in Topanga.

Got me in the eyes.
Oh, why in the eyes?

Just be yourself, Chris.
Annie's kind of shy.

Izzy, I just...
I get so tongue-tied.

Look, if you want
to go out with Annie,

find the confidence.

That's what girls go for.

Chris...
Thanks.

Chris, you're so funny.

Okay, help me out.
Pretend to be Annie.

Hi, Annie. Okay, just...

In case you haven't noticed,
I kind of, like, dig you,

and I think you have

the most eyes ever.

Chris, most
beautiful eyes.

It's okay.
I know.

The good news is Annie likes you, too,
so go for it.

But you hurt her,
I break your neck.

All right. Soup's on.

I never knew the Boston Tea Party was all our fault.

Why do we have to learn
so much about history?

I mean, what's wrong
with the future?

As long as Mr.
Golden doesn't make me speak in public, I'm happy.

You know how to get rid of that fear of public speaking,
don't you?

Avoid the public?

Transport yourself.

Come on, Annie.

All right, now.
Close your eyes.

And open your mind,
and go to a moment

that you were happiest in your entire life.
Where are you?

I'm in our
Kentfield cottage.

It's autumn.

The leaves are just
starting to turn.

Having a cup of tea with Dad,

Mum

and Izzy.

When you're feeling the pressure,
just go to that happy place.

Thank you.
I'll definitely try that next time.

It's a humiliating
affliction.

I know what you mean.
Every morning, I gotta go through

that big,
white gate at Pretentious Prep to take another week's

worth of punishment
from those snobs.

It's just so humiliating.

Maybe there's a way we can make it better for all of us.

Yeah, doubtful.
Tiffany's turned everyone against us.

Whenever we try and get involved,
they just rag on us

for being less fortunate.

There's strength
in numbers.

We just have to be ourselves,
stick together...

Strength in numbers.
...and refuse to be intimidated.

Well, that sounds good,
but I sure don't feel like myself

in that stupid uniform.

Yeah, me, either.
They call me Rainbow,

but I'm just another drab
blue blazer in the crowd.

Maybe we could
change that.

How?

* Hey, you there

* You stand out in a crowd

Yes, yes, yes.

* Nothin' about you
is ordinary

* Hey, you there

* I hope you feel proud

* It seems you settled
the score already

I like this one.

* You're the hands-down winner

* You're the champion

* You're the record taker

* Record breaker number one

* Another day for
an ordinary superstar...

Oh, Mutz.
These are so sick.

Only Justin has a pair, which,
of course, Tiffany bought for him.

These are, like,
my dream shoe.

Dream?

$400 for a pair
of trainers?

Seems more like a nightmare.

$400?

Hmm.

Again, this was
on the sales table,

but it's clearly
not on sale.

Flip...

And wave.

Excuse me,

but this material was erroneously placed on the sales table.

Hmm?

So we shouldn't
be penalized

for the mistakes
made by your employees.

We desperately
need this material.

Won't you help us?
Ruth?

Okay, okay,
you win, you win.

I'll give you the sale price.
Just stop that hair-twitchy thing.

It's creeping me out.
- Deal.

* You're the hands-down winner

* You're the champion

* You're the record taker
Record breaker number one

* Well, uh-oh

Ready, everyone?

Let's show our true colors,
shall we?

Let's do this thing.

* Another day for
an ordinary superstar

* We are ordinary superstars

* We are ordinary superstars

* We are ordinary superstars

* We are ordinary superstars

My office. Now.

Article 6.2E does not forbid accessorizing said skirt.

An oversight that
will be corrected.

However, article eight,
paragraph three

expressly states
the uniform shirt

must be monochromatic.

Therefore, I have no choice but to order detention.

With all due respect,
Headmistress,

I think you're confusing article eight,
paragraph three

with article three,
paragraph eight.

Article two.

Tights must be worn
in solid colors.

Article seven.

Male students
must wear neckties.

Which they are.

Hmm.

I heard the headmistress
almost called SWAT.

You didn't
get detention?

Why should we?

Technically, we're not
breaking any rules.

See, we're dressing
around the code.

Okay, I don't know how
it works, but it does.

I wanna dress around the code.
Hook a sister up!

Yeah, me, too.

Fake bag. Fake.
Fake. Terribly fake.

I am just so tired of everybody looking to me to set trends.

It's exhausting,
you know?

Looks like you're
getting a break.

What are you gonna do?

Divide and conquer.

What happened to keeping your enemies close?

Just go get my lunch.

We'll see you after class.
Great.

Okay. Bye.

Wow. Your new outfits
look terrific.

Thank you.

Do you know who
Sylvia's crush is?

Mr. Golden?

Mmm-hmm.

Girl has got it bad.

But she can't get up the nerve to talk to him.

Well, we've got
a cure for that.

Sylvia, if you want to
catch a boy's eyes...

I'm all ears.

All it takes is
a little flip...

And wave.

Works every time.

What?

Senor Golden.

I couldn't help but
overhear your lecture

on the US Constitution.

I have often
debated the influence

of the Magna Carta
on our Bill of Rights.

I'm Gary.

Sylvia.

Yes! Yes!

Where's your dad?

Oh, he was giving a lecture and he warned us he'd be late.

Brad, I never could have
finished in time without you.

No problem.

Hola!

Hi, Sylvia.

Hey, guys.

What are you all
still doing here?

Oh, our lift is late.
What about you?

Same here.

Oh, Pop must be doing the all-night Japanese stock exchange.

Sent the gardener.
Hate that.

Well, good night,
everybody.

- Good night, Brad.
- See you later.

See you, Brad.
What was that about?

You can trust us.
- We wouldn't dare say anything.

Come on, Sylvia,
we're cool with him.

Brad's on scholarship
just like you.

He is?

He always asks to work
the late shift with me

to keep it on
the down-low.

Nobody knows
but me, right?

Yeah, yeah.

I got a hot date tonight
with a moldy old stiff.

Sylvia?

All locked up.
Ready to go?

We're going to see the mummy exhibit at the city museum.

I'll go warm up
the car.

* Come on now, baby

Maybe tonight we'll
make a little history.

Flip and wave
always works.

History. Oh, no!

Blast!

I left my history notebook
in Mr. Golden's classroom.

Never fear.

Triple-zero key.

It's a master key that unlocks every door in the school.

Come on,
I'll let you in.

Is that allowed?

Well, technically,
it's only for my work-study,

but, hey, if this key doesn't work,
you can't study.

We need those notes.

I need those notes,
Annie.

I don't know, guys...

It's cool, Annie.

I'll go.
What's the worst that can happen?

Watch your step, Izzy.

I thought you said
this was allowed.

Technically allowed,
but who wants to explain technicalities to him?

It's not here.

He probably just
locked it in his office.

Come on,
let's look in there.

Is that it?

Yes!

Mission accomplished.

It was a no-brainer,
Annie.

You two make
quite the team.

You have no idea.

Oh, there's Dad.
Good night.

Good night.

Girls!
- Hi, Dad.

How was school today?

It was fine.

Excellent.

11th Amendment.
Paying full price for an Armani

or Prada three-piece.

Immunity of States
to foreign suits.

Yes!
Yes! Okay.

Second Amendment.

Picture Annie in
a sleeveless top.

Right to bear arms?

Yes!
Oh!

Fourth Amendment.

Annie's shopping at a half-price sale at Harrods.

Searches and seizures!
Yes!

Annie's notes
really work.

She is really clever.

Izzy.
You're welcome.

Annie. Izzy, Annie.

Izzy. Izzy!

What's up,
backstabber?

I beg your pardon?

I saw you and Chris behind the bleachers at lunch,

exchanging breath
mints with no hands.

I don't know what you're talking about.
Drop the act, Izzy!

But I'm not...

Only a troll would steal
her sister's boyfriends.

Now, 13th Amendment.

Just look how happy
Annie is with Chris.

I've done some awful
things in my day,

but that is the worst.
The lowest of the low.

Do you understand now?

I got it.
I got it.

In just a few moments,
you fortunate people

will be embarking upon
an amazing journey...

Hey, don't worry, Izzy.

At least there will still
be one Woods sister left

when you flunk the final
and lose your scholarship.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

It's just that, well,
I overheard Annie saying

that she wasn't gonna let you drag her down with you,
is all.

You done with
the sharpener?

The test is getting
ready to start.

Bye.

At the count of three,

you may all turn over
your test papers and begin.

One, two...

No! Not a fire alarm!

Not now!

I just want to get
the test over with.

I was about to
bring my A-game.

Oh, no!
What?

My bracelet.
Annie gave it to me

and I've never
taken it off.

It will break her
heart if I lose it.

It's probably in the courtyard.
Come on, I'll help you find it.

Thanks.
Come on.

All right, kids,
false alarm.

Everybody back
into the classroom.

We still have time
to take that test.

That's not fair,
Mr. Golden.

I mean, we prepped
hard for this exam,

understanding we'd have
a full hour to enjoy it.

Good point.

Tell you what we'll
do just this once.

We'll use the rest of the hour to study for the test,

which we'll then take tomorrow in all its glory!

Yes!
Yay!

It'll be great.

That's so cool.

Three, two...

One.

Please begin.

Dude, stop with the pen.
You're driving me nuts.

I can't believe how
fast you finished.

Oh, I probably
missed some,

but it will still
be my best grade yet.

We'll know tomorrow.

This Uber phone
is so cool.

Dude, this thing
has a GPS system.

Look, we're right there.

Let me see.

Did I say you
could touch it?

Hey, Izzy.

If you ever get tired
of being treated like that,

we know some
less fortunates

who would be fortunate
to have you.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I think this has been a learning experience for all of us.

How on earth did
you do better than me?

Well, I won't say it's in my genes,
but I worked hard for it.

You all scored very
well on this test,

and I would like to congratulate those of you

who were able to do it
with a little integrity.

Unfortunately,

I'm disappointed

to have to announce we appear to have cheaters in our midst.

Miss Woods, Mr. Lopez,
please stand.

Just the one Miss Woods.

Isabelle.

I'd like you both to recall
the honor code you signed

upon enrolling at Pac Prep.

What is the punishment
for cheating, Miss Woods?

Expulsion.

Mr. Golden discovered
a triple-zero key

broken off in the lock
to his office yesterday

after the false
fire alarm.

Chris, you are
the only person

in this institution
trusted with such a key.

If you can produce yours,

I'm sure we can clear
the whole matter up.

Yeah, absolutely.

It's right...

Here.

Yours is broken, too.

Pity.

Miss Woods,
you and your sister seem to share a great deal.

She's my best friend.

You also share
a pair of bracelets?

Yours being
slightly more pink?

Yes, ma'am.

But recently
I've misplaced it.

Mr. Golden found it in his locked office.
That's it!

The same locked office where the answers to your tests

were stored
in his computer.

The same answers that we found taped beneath your desk.

Oh, Izzy.

It was all my fault.
I was the one...

Unfortunately,
I have no other option

than to pronounce
the two of you...

Wait!

Sorry.
I couldn't stop her.

Excuse me. This does
not concern you yet.

It does.

Not as a sister,
but as a student.

And every student at Pac Prep has certain rights.

"No student may be expelled
without a fair hearing

"before a jury
of their peers."

Something called the...

"Student Jurors Council."

She's right.
I double-checked.

You had some spare time while you were blocking the door?

It's right here
in black and white.

"No matter how guilty
the accused may seem,

"they do have a right
to defend themselves."

Very well, Miss Woods.

If it's a public
spectacle you want,

a public spectacle
you will get.

Annie,
we are so sorry.

Everyone knows about
Chris and Izzy.

What?

Well, I guess not everyone.

Just never would have believed they'd cheat to make you look bad.

It is so gross how
a guy can break up BFFs.

Even sister BFFs.

Annie, wait!

If you need to talk,
we're here for you.

Please stop!

Annie, you don't think we did this,
do you?

Let's just say
I've heard enough!

Expulsion?

Did you do this so we'd have to move back to England?

I didn't do it, Dad.

Then tell me
what happened.

There's nothing to tell.
I studied my backside off,

and I scored well
on that test!

But since even my own sister doesn't believe me,

I know I'm in
massive trouble.

Annie?

Annie, say something.

I don't speak to
Benedict Arnolds.

Do you know
who he is, Izzy,

or do I need to print up
a crib sheet for you?

That was uncalled for,
don't you think?

She's never scored
higher than me.

She studied hard
for that test, Annie.

And she had the best history tutor in the world.
You.

Are you certain there might not be a little bit of jealousy

involved here, perhaps?

She stole my score!
And the boy I fancy!

Enough!

Look, I know this move has been difficult for the both of you,

but I don't buy Izzy doing
either of those things,

and I don't think
you do, either.

Izzy is your sister,
your built-in best mate.

Talk to her.

Before it's too late.

Do you swear
you didn't do it?

I swear on my BCBG dress.

The one I found on
sale with a pink...

Halter neck.

Yeah, that one.

I've never lied
to you, Annie.

I will never
lie to you, ever.

Chris, I swear I never...

We don't have
to talk about it.

Tiffany thought
I was you,

and told me I was a troll
for making out with Chris

behind the bleachers.

I know now.

It's fine.

It's not fine
because it's not true!

I'm not with Chris!
That never happened!

Oh, my gosh. Tiffany was
completely tricking us.

She must've known
I was me,

pretended I was you to drive a wedge right between us.

What a cow!

But we might be bigger cows for letting her come between us.

Almost.

Annie, I can't fight
Higgins without you.

You won't have to.

I'm with you.

Always.

You sort of owe Chris
an apology, too.

Oh, I know.
I feel so daft.

Make you a deal.

You get me off the hook,
and I'll make sure Chris finally asks you out.

Did you cheat?

Absolutely not.

Then I'm really sorry
I thought you did.

For a girl who's
right so often,

you sure have been
wrong a lot lately.

But not anymore.

Thanks, everyone,
for sticking by us.

Nobody at school is
even talking to us.

We're not like that.

If you say you didn't
cheat, we believe you.

Even I believed
they were guilty

until they told me
the rest of the story.

Okay. We have until Friday
to prove your innocence.

Everybody know what to do?

- Ready?
- Break!

* Sony, G, are you ready

* To kick out the jams?

* We're gonna go rock steady

* A purchase, a porcupine
A peanut pomegranate

* Damn it, yes
'Cause that's how we send it

* Down, down
Right through the hoop

* Got the chief on the horn
I got a scoop here

* Extra, extra
Read all about it

* BTK's top billing
So shout it

* Yeah

* Yeah

* Yeah

* Yeah

We need to see
how easy it is

to gain access to
your backpack, Chris.

Seems quite secure.

There's only
one other student

that I know of with
that same backpack.

Tiffany.

Tomorrow, then.

Bag, Charles.

Izzy, do you remember
our matching Claire Dejune

designer snappy purses?

They also came
with a little key.

And when you lost yours...

We used yours
to open mine.

One key opened
both purses.

Snappy purse?

So, have you
got anything, Vivek?

You'll be happy to
know we found nothing.

But we did find a red smudge and we think it could be blood.

Since we're not
discussing a homicide...

I admit we're a bit
light on evidence

if all we've got
is a smudge mark.

But sometimes
a great barrister

can make the best of
what little there is.

Barrister?
How could a dude from Starbucks be any help to us?

A lawyer.
- Oh!

Which we don't have.

I was talking
about you, Izzy.

There isn't a better barrister in the whole world,

especially once you've
been prepped by me

and my crack legal team.

Oh, yeah. All right.

Yeah. Yeah.

All rise.

I now call the Student Jurors Council hearing into session.

You may be seated.

This is the case
of Pacific Prep

versus Woods and Lopez.

The crime, trespassing,
breaking and entering, cheating.

Are the accused present?

We are,
Headmistress Higgins.

And who shall be defending you,
Miss Woods?

I, Isabelle Woods,
will be representing

both Mr. Lopez
and myself, ma'am,

with co-counsel and
advice from my sister,

Miss Annabelle Woods.

And for the prosecution?

Tiffany Donohugh
and Justin Whitley,

with the aid of
our legal assistant

Ashley Meadows.

We will humbly
represent

the student body
of Pacific Prep.

Hey, don't get
too comfortable.

This won't take long.

The prosecution
calls Mr. Golden.

Yes, this is the key I found
broken off in the lock.

Can you tell me if
this half matches?

Why, yes.

As far as you know,
Mr. Golden,

how many triple-zero
keys are in existence?

Just the one.

And who does
this key belong to?

It belongs to Chris Lopez.

Mr. Golden, can you
tell me what this is?

This is the cheat sheet

with the answers to
my history test on it.

And where did
you find it?

I found it taped underneath
the desk of Isabelle Woods.

Can you point
her out, please?

Yes. She's the twin
with the ponytail.

Mr. Golden, was there
anything else unusual

about your office on
the day in question?

Well, the bracelet.

This bracelet?

And you found
this where?

On the floor of my office.

Seems like I've seen this bracelet somewhere before.

Annie Woods, you have one

just like this, don't you?

And Izzy Woods, you...

It's mine.

That's odd. Hmm.

No more questions.

Isabelle Woods,
you may present your case.

A Jansport Hampton
X25 backpack.

A high-end model
that Mr. Lopez

and one other Pac
Prep student uses.

The counsel will note
that the prosecution

has one such backpack
under their table.

Miss Donohugh, may I see
the key to your backpack?

Obviously, I object.

This is ridiculous.

Just give her the key,
and let's move on.

As I will show,

this brand of backpack
comes with a factory key.

Any of which can open
any other version

of the same backpack.

Proving that anyone with
this style of backpack

could've used their key
to gain access to Chris'...

I mean,
Mr. Lopez's backpack,

stealing his triple-zero key
and committing the crime.

That's my backpack key.

Are you so desperate
that you're...

I'm simply stating
a fact. Thank you.

Well, whoop-dee-doo!

What, did my little backpack roll itself over

and put the cheat sheet
beneath your desk?

Miss Woods,
please continue.

The defense is calling
Mr. Whitley.

You can call me
Justin, babe.

And you can call me
Miss Woods.

Mr. Whitley,
where were you

right before the fire alarm
was mysteriously pulled?

I was in the back
of the classroom,

sharpening my pencil.

You done with
the sharpener?

Right next to you.

Oh, that's true.

I need to confirm
with my co-counsel.

Oops!

Now what?
It's all we've got.

Fingerprint stuff?

Oh, it's so inconclusive.
They'll laugh at us.

I'm finished.

We've got nothing
convincing.

We might as well
just give up.

Thanks for trying
to help.

It's such a shame,
isn't it?

Beaten by smarmy gits
that flounce around

in $400 hand-painted
trainers.

Oh, my gosh.
Vivek's pictures.

Of course!
It makes perfect sense.

Tick-tock, ladies.

If you're ready
to end this thing,

I think we are
all ready to ask...

For a recess!

You can't!

Par section 4.4B,
we are allowed one, ma'am.

Tear this place apart.

We've got to find
those photos.

The ones with the little red marks under Mr.
Golden's desk.

I got 'em!

There on the floor.

Scuff marks.

Justin's one-of-a-kind,
red-sneaker scuff marks.

Look, this is Mr. Golden's paper.
It's his morning paper.

It's got the date
right in the headline.

This evidence has
its own time stamp.

It's the smoking gun.

For safekeeping.

Look.

Maybe they aren't as cool
as they are in court.

Let's go.

You're going to have to get Justin to break on the stand, Izzy.

Oh, I'll make him break,
all right, like a...

Oh, my pen.

Enjoy public school,
Woodsy.

Hello?

Where is she?

Recess is over.

I call this trial back
to session, Miss Woods.

Chop-chop.

Where's Izzy?

Annie, you gotta
take this over.

Time's running out.

I can't.

Not in front of
all these people.

Well?

Miss Woods, if you have
nothing more to say,

I presume the defense rests,

and the verdict
can be rendered.

Come on, Annie,
you have the evidence, now nail 'em.

Go to your happy place.
Go to your happy place.

Miss Woods?

One moment, please,
Headmistress.

I'll get Izzy.

* Show you who I am

* Show you who I am

For the record,
Headmistress,

my co-counsel Annie has...

Taken it, I'm afraid.

She won't be assisting me
at the moment.

So, if it pleases
the court,

I, Isabelle Woods,

would like to recall
Mr. Whitley.

Just one more time.
Forgive me, I'm blonde.

Where were you when
the fire alarm sounded?

Hello? Can anybody
hear me? Hello?

Are you aware of a fashion trend known as Mutz?

I don't follow fashion.

No need.
I'm not that insecure.

Mutz are very
expensive trainers.

Sneakers, if you will.

The counsel will note

that Mr. Whitley is wearing
a pair at this very moment.

May I see one?

Whatever floats
your boat, blondie.

The latest must-have design

comes in
a sensational scarlet.

One of the many colors

students have only
recently begun to wear

since they learned how to dress around the code.

Because they're hand-painted,
this style of shoe

leaves behind a very
unique scuff mark.

Chris?

Oh, please.
A scuff mark?

That's what we overpay custodians to mop up.

Mr. Whitley, have you
ever been inside

Mr. Golden's
private office?

Never.

Are you sure?

I'm positive.

Well then,
can you explain how the exact same scuff marks

came to be on
Mr. Golden's floor?

I object!

What exact same
scuff marks?

My briefcase.
I have tools in my briefcase.

If it pleases the court,

the defense would like to submit photographic evidence...

I've got
Izzy's briefcase.

Okay.

This is Annie's briefcase.

I seem to have misplaced...

Does defense have any more questions for the witness?

He has
lacrosse practice.

Perfect!

Mr. Whitley,
what position

do you play on
the lacrosse team?

What position...

Coming through! Excuse me!

Headmistress, I submit Miss Woods is making a mockery of...

Okay. Okay,
I'm back, people!

- What's goin' on?
- Hi.

Sorry. Okay,
okay. I'm back.

I need a moment to consult with my co-counsel.

Izzy, where've you been?
And you look flushed.

I was.
Long story, long story.

What did you do
to your hair?

I've been playing you
and really mucked it up.

I'm ready to give up my ponytail and hand it all back to you.

Annie, you've
got this far.

And you've obviously cured your fear of public speaking.

So keep speaking.

I would like to
recall Mr. Golden.

Do you recognize
these photos?

Yes. This is my office,
and that's my newspaper.

Miss Woods, did you break
into Mr. Golden's office

yet again to obtain
these photographs?

This is yet another
very serious crime.

Uh...

* Yeah, baby

Headmistress,
I gave them permission.

Fair access
for the accused.

Continue, Miss Woods.

I would like to re-recall
Mr. Whitley.

Have you ever heard
of the Uber code?

No idea what
you're talking about.

Urban legend perhaps.

There's talk that the designer of Uber Electronics

has an Uber code.

This code would allow
him to gain access

to any computer
in the school.

So?

What do I know about
Uber Electronics?

I...

Cell phones off,
Mr. Whitley.

That's a nice
Uber phone, Justin.

I just got it.
I didn't know it was a...

Get to the point,
Miss Woods.

This is finally
getting interesting.

That Uber phone
is brilliant.

But how did you get one,

seeing as they haven't
even hit the market yet?

I've got my connections.

Connections like
Tiffany Donohugh?

Mr. Whitley,
I asked you a question.

Did you receive your Uber phone from Tiffany Donohugh?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

She's your connection,
but she made you earn that phone, didn't she?

I submit to this court that you never sharpen your own pencil.

Right before the exam,
you placed yourself at the pencil sharpener,

so that when Mr.
Golden looked for his stopwatch like he always does,

you snuck out!

It was you, Justin,
who pulled the fire alarm.

Earlier that day, Tiffany had
given you her backpack key,

the same key that would
open Chris' backpack.

You used Tiffany's key
to unlock Chris' bag

and steal his
triple-zero master key.

While we were all outside
for the fire drill,

you headed back into
Mr. Golden's office.

You used the Uber code
that you got from Tiffany

to steal the answers to the history test from his computer,

which you then shrink-copied
down to a perfect crib sheet.

And you left a scuff mark.

You broke off Chris' key
in the lock to frame him.

While Tiffany whined
about the postponed exam,

you taped the cheat
sheet beneath Izzy's...

I mean, my desk.

After returning the key
to Chris' bag,

you had plenty of time
to rejoin Tiffany

and revel in your misdeeds.

Since you had
the answers to the test,

you figured you'd use them,

hence your first good grade
in a long time, right?

Right?

Right?

Enough!

Stop with
the clicking already!

Okay, I did it! I did it.

And Tiffany paid me
with an Uber phone.

You're just gonna
give it up like that?

Are you some kind
of jellyfish?

You let a blonde
make you crack?

You are pathetic.

Well, so what if I did?

Okay, I did it!
But who cares?

'Cause my family
owns the very seats

that your pathetic
butts are sitting on!

And that goes
for you, too, lady.

You got a problem with me?

Well, you can take that up
with my daddy's lawyers.

Tiffany Donohugh
and Justin Whitley,

for violating
the Pac Prep honor code,

you are both expelled!

You did it!

Are you kidding me?
You can't expel me.

I own this school!

Take her away!

That's justice!

Get your meat hooks
off me, sir!

And get your
freaking hands...

You, Annabelle
and Isabelle Woods,

I've got my eye
on both of you.

Case dismissed.

Yes!

Annie, that was fantastic!

Daddy! Thanks.

I'm jealous.
It was awesome!

You should have seen
the look on his face.

Thank you, Annie.

Oh, hi.

Hi there.

Look, I'm not
much of a dancer,

but you got a date
for formal?

I'd love to!

This is
the best dance ever.

I almost wish
Tiffany was here.

I wonder
how she's doing.

Oh, I'm sure she's
gone to a better place.

What?

Wait a minute!
There must be some kind of mistake.

It reeks
of bologna in here!

Somebody let me out!

So...

Can I have this dance?

* You think too much

* Give it up

* Let it flow through you

Can you believe
those blondes?

Yeah.

Actually, they're the only ones I do believe.

Want to dance?

Are you sure you want to be seen dancing with a scholarship kid?

Takes one to know one.

That was you who rang Justin's phone,
wasn't it?

I'd just figured it was time

for this school to give
blonde a chance.

It's not over, girls.
There's a new brunette in charge.

So, you think
we should stay?

I think I can
be persuaded.

* Hold on, hold on

* Hold on

* This is my life

* I'm on my own

* Don't need anyone
To guide me down the road

* I'm finding out who

* Yeah, who I wanna be

* This is me

* This is my life
I'm in control

* Movin' so fast
To where I wanna go

* I'm shouting out who
Yeah, who do you see?

* Yeah, this is me

* This is me

* Just don't tell me
How to live my life

* I've got to have control

* I live for the fight

* And I win every time

* This is my life
I'm on my own

* Don't need anyone
To guide me down the road

* I'm finding out who
Yeah, who I wanna be

* This is me

* This is my life
I'm in control

* Movin' so fast
To where I wanna go

* I'm shouting out who
Yeah, who do you see?

* Yeah, this is me

* Yeah, this is me

* Yeah, this is me

* Yeah, this is me

* Yeah, this is me

* Yeah, this is me

* Mmm, yeah

* Mmm, mmm, yeah

* Mmm, mmm, yeah

* Mmm, mmm, yeah

* Mmm, mmm, yeah

* Mmm, mmm, yeah

* Lucky girl

* You've been living
in a lucky world

* You've been living

* Red balloons

* On such a sunny afternoon

And rolling. And action.

This is Annie's briefcase.

There's got to be something in here I can use.

Perfect.

* Where every moment is like

* Exactly how you feel

* Someone who knows
your love is real

* Yeah, you're a lucky girl

* L-L-L-Lucky girl

* I know that all your
wishes can be true *

Speed.

- A mark.
- And action.

We're dressed
like this in honor

of the Queen Mary!

Yes, of course. You see,
the Queen Mary was a first-class ocean liner

that later transported our troops during World War II.

Sometimes up to...
How many men, Mr. Golden?

Fifteen thousand to a man.
In one crossing.

World War II was a time of great sacrifice.

Women didn't wear stockings so nylon
could go towards making parachutes.

We've decided to honor
the memory of those

who went without by
also going without.

God bless America.

God bless America!

God save the Queen?

God save the Queen!

* Anything you need you'll get

* It's a girl's world

* Don't you know
Don't you know, baby

* Anything is real
if you believe it

* Everything that you believe

Roll please.

Speed.

Marker.

And here we go.
And action.

It's probably back
in the classroom.

Thanks. When it's all clear,
I'll have a look.

Well, we don't want Annie's heart to be broken.

Speaking of Annie,
do you have a date to the winter formal yet?

'Cause I know a certain someone who loves to dress up,

and just so happens
to share my DNA.

I'm working on it.

Oh, drill's over.

Come on, I'll race you back to class.
Let's hit those books!

That was great and cut.

* Be there for whatever

* Anywhere you want
is where you're headed

* Anything you need,
you'll get It's a girl's world

Okay, we're rolling.

Okay. And here we go,
girls. And action.

Ms. Higgins, students, teachers,
distinguished alumni,

Chris Lopez and I
are guilty.

Order.

Guilty of using
poor judgment.

We did use
the triple-zero key.

And we used it to get into Mr.
Golden's office the night before the test,

where I did lose my bracelet.
Guilty, guilty, guilty.

Case closed.

But all we did was retrieve my sister's notebook,

hardly a crime
worthy of expulsion.

Annie left it
in the classroom.

And apparently, Mr.
Golden moves left items,

and puts them into
his inner office.

For safekeeping.

That's true.

I object.

Great, cut.

* It's a girl's world

* Don't you know?

* It's a girl's world

* Baby, oh, yeah

* Girl's world

- Speed.
- D mark

All right and action.

Mr.
Golden, when and where do you like to read your morning paper?

Well, in my private office
before class every morning.

And when you're finished reading the paper,
what do you do with it?

Oh, well,
I'm afraid I usually just throw it on the floor.

And then, after class,
I remember,

I come back and pick it up,
and put it into the recycling bin.

I'm afraid I'm
a little bit sloppy.

That's the truth.

More yelling
from the audience?

This isn't some ding,
dang puppet show!

Order!

Cut!

* We can dance all night

Mr. Wellington, are you friends with Mr.
Justin Whitley?

Yeah. He's cool, I guess.

Is there something Mr.
Whitley finds unpleasant?

Something he asks
you to do.

I don't know.

Sharpen his pencils,
I guess.

He finds it distasteful.
The noise, that is.

Justin seems a little
sensitive to noises.

No more questions.

Cut it! Nice.

- Speed.
- A mark.

We're rolling, rolling.

Speaking of humiliating afflictions,
you should see Rainbow dance.

I am the bee's knees.

Let's see it.
Show it.

- Show it.
- Okay, all right.

* So dance all night tonight

* All night

* Don't you feel it?
It's so right

* We can dance
all night tonight

* So dance all night tonight

* All night

* Don't you feel it?
It's so right

* We can dance all night

* Don't you feel it?
It's so right *

Flip, flip and wave.
Flip, flip and wave.

And that's a wrap.