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　　CHUCKIE
　　What Morgan， you’’re not gonna go talk
　　to her？
　　
　　MORGAN
　　Fuck her.
　　
　　The boys get up and walk down the bleachers.
　　
　　WILL
　　I could go for a Whopper.
　　
　　MORGAN
　　（nonchalant）
　　Let’’s hit "Kelly’’s."
　　
　　CHUCKIE
　　Morgan， I’’m not goin’’ to "Kelly’’s Roast
　　Beef" just cause you like the take-out
　　girl. It’’s fifteen minutes out of our
　　way.
　　MORGAN
　　What else we gonna do we can’’t spare
　　fifteen minutes？
　　
　　CHUCKIE
　　All right Morgan， fine. I’’ll tell you
　　why we’’re not going to "Kelly’’s."
　　It’’s because the take-out bitch is a
　　fuckin’’ idiot. I’’m sorry you like her
　　but she’’s dumb as a post and she has
　　never got our order right， never once.
　　
　　MORGAN
　　She’’s not stupid.
　　
　　WILL
　　She’’s sharp as a marble.
　　
　　CHUCKIE
　　We’’re not goin’’.
　　（beat）
　　I don’’t even like "Kelly’’s."
　　
　　CUT TO:
　　
　　INT. M.I.T. HALLWAY -- LATER
　　
　　Lambeau， still in his reunion formal-wear， strides down the
　　hallway， carrying some papers. A group of students have
　　gathered by the chalkboard. They part like the red sea as he
　　approaches the board. Using the papers in hand， he checks the
　　proof. Satisfied， he turns to the class.
　　
　　LAMBEAU
　　This is correct？ Who did this？
　　
　　Dead silence. Lambeau turns to an INDIAN STUDENT.
　　
　　LAMBEAU （cont’’d）
　　Nemesh？
　　
　　Nemesh shakes his head in awe.
　　
　　NEMESH
　　No way.
　　
　　Lambeau erases the proof and starts putting up a new one.
　　
　　LAMBEAU
　　Well， whoever You are， I’’m sure you’’ll
　　find this one challenging enough to
　　merit coming forward with your identity.
　　That is， if you can do it.
　　
　　INT. CHUCKIE’’S CAR， DRIVING IN SOUTH BOSTON -- CONTINUOUS
　　
　　The street is crowded as our boys drive down Broadway. They
　　move slowly through heavy traffic， windows down. Chuckie sorts
　　through a large "KELLY’’S ROAST BEEF" BAG as he drives.
　　
　　MORGAN
　　Double Burger.
　　
　　Will holds the wheel for Chuckie as he looks through the bag.
　　
　　MORGAN （cont’’d）
　　（same tone）
　　Double Burger.
　　
　　Chuckie gets out fries for himself， hands Will his fries.
　　
　　MORGAN （cont’’d）
　　I， I had a Kelly’’s Double Burger.
　　
　　CHUCKIE
　　Would you shut the fuck up! I know
　　what you ordered， I was there!
　　
　　MORGAN
　　So why don’’t you give me my sandwhich？
　　
　　CHUCKIE
　　What do you mean "your sandwhich？" I
　　bought it.
　　
　　MORGAN
　　（sarcastic）
　　Yah， all right……
　　
　　CHUCKIE
　　How much money you got？
　　
　　MORGAN
　　I told you， I just got change.
　　
　　CHUCKIE
　　Well give me your fuckin’’ change and
　　we’’ll put your fuckin’’ sandwhich on