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Clips from Booksmart

Short Films 2019 4 min 2,367 clips

Credits

(CD player clicking)
(tranquil music playing on speaker)
WOMAN (on tape): Good morning, winner.
Take a deep breath.
(Molly breathes deeply)
Good. You're ready to dominate this day.
You've worked harder than everyone,
and that is why you're a champion.
You understand that greatness takes sacrifice.
Visualize what you still want to achieve.
Stand atop the mountain of your success
and look down at everyone who's ever doubted you.
Fuck those losers.
Fuck them in their stupid fucking faces.
(bell rings)
♪ ♪
- (car honking repeatedly) - MOLLY: Hey!
- Oh, oh! - (upbeat music playing)
Oh, shit.
AMY: Hold the phone. I'm coming.
Oh, shit.
Woo!
♪ We know it, keep goin' ♪
♪ I came straight from the stage... ♪
- Excuse me. - (music stops)
- Oh, oh, oh! Hey! - AMY: What? What? What?
MOLLY: Missed ya.
I missed you.
- I missed you so much. - MOLLY: Been one night.
(Molly snapping fingers)
Are we gonna go to school, or... MOLLY: No.
I don't think we are.
No, we're just gonna stay here.
♪ I don't wanna stress you out ♪
♪ I just wanna tell you the truth ♪
♪ Motherfuckers try to tear us apart ♪
♪ But we're electric linked ♪
♪ My revolution... ♪
- Move! - AMY (gasps): Jeez!
(school bell ringing)
- BOY: Yeah! Woo! - Are you...
Swear to god.
- SAMANTHA: Whoo! - Are you kidding me, Samantha?
You couldn't have just gone around?
Where was this energy
at my inauguration assembly, folks?
- True. - PRINCIPAL BROWN: I hope
I never have to see any of you
ever again, okay.
That's it. Signin' off.
- Go, Crocketts! - (mic feedback)
Boom.
- MOLLY: Principal Brown? - (groaning)
Hi, Molly, Amy. What's shakin'?
Yale. You can just say Yale, please.
Well, our class's official policy is
We don't want them to feel insecure.
Very thoughtful.
Anyway, I need to go over the end-of-the-year
budget numbers we have.
Oh, gosh.
Really? Like, now?
What... I mean, why don't you do it with Nick,
you know? Please?
I mean, he's you know, he's the vice president.
Nick?
(laughter)
We both know that Nick only ran for VP
because they plan the dances.
That position is...
Ladies, it's the last day. You know?
We did it. Huh? We got you through high school.
Can't we just graduate,
head off to college,
you know, celebrate this wonderful achievement?
Because that's not subtle. We will persist!
Nick's like the great equalizer.
Delegates from every group of girls
are casting their ballots for his penis.
Oh, and Triple A takes the lead.
Don't call her that.
Everybody calls her that.
She gave roadside assistance
to three senior guys last year.
AMY: You hear them getting degrading Nicknames?
They call Sam Ross "Dick Splinter."
7:20.
Under eight minutes? You're joking!
- Oh, my god. 9:43. - What?
What am I gonna do without you girls next year?
Nobody around here even attempts the Thursday.
Well, Amy and I are gonna skype
the puzzle every single week,
- so we will send you our Sunday Times. - Yep.
That way, you guys can call or text me
if you need anything.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
That would just make our lives.
- Okay. - MOLLY: Definitely.
- I'll give you mine after. - Oh, no, no,
- I'll just share the contact. - I can just...
Or are there exceptions for ass-kissers?
Hey! A dollar in the swear jar.
- GEORGE: Okay, excuse me. - BOY: Whoa, Triple A!
Excuse me. Jesus Christ!
Oh, my god.
No spatial awareness at this school.
- Hey, Amy. - It's her.
Yeah?