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(music)

(whooping)

- Alright, c'mon, guys, hit the spot!

(beat-heavy music)

- Whoo! Go, us!

- Whoopsy daisy.

- Wow! When everyone gets a load of that

at the year-end party, we're gonna have to force them

to take a summer vacation!

- Manny's choreography's more fun than going to the beach.

- Hey, as captain of the squad, I'd like to say

that I adore you guys and I wanna thank all of you

for your spectacular hard work.

- Well, the school appreciates it, Paige.

Thank you so much.

- For being a big, fat, useless pile of nothing.

(laughter)

- Did you want to say something, Manny?

- Gosh, no, Paige.

It's all you.

� Whatever it takes �

� I know I can make it through �

� Uh huh alright �

� If I hold out �

� If I do �

� I know I can make it through �

� Be the best �

� Be the best I can �

� And... and I say to you �

� Whatever it takes � � I know I can make it �

� I know I can make it �

� I know I can make it through ��

- If I peed in the foyer,

Paige would claim she gave me the water.

- There wouldn't be much credit. - If you were my prom date,

I wouldn't let her take any credit. Not for me.

- There really wouldn't be.

- Shut up, Emma.

- I've been knocking myself out. Paige comes to one practice

in three months and acts like she owns it.

- Uh, did you hear the part where I asked you to the prom?

- Toby, you're a sweet, sweet guy, but--

- But Manny's going with me.

Sorry, but as the newly-single head of the dance committee,

I had to scoop up the cutest date I could find.

- How come the gay guys always win?

- Ohmygawd, thank you so much!

- You'll find something chic to wear?

- Course! Who's all going? - Ah... us, Jimmy, Hazel,

and just so you know? I think Paige is bringing Matt.

- Marco is my dream date. Well, nearly.

But Paige will eat me alive if I go with you guys.

- That's because you did get her boyfriend fired from teaching.

And pulled her hair.

- Well, maybe Hazel the peacemaker

could smooth it over just a teensy bit?

- We are going shopping tonight, at Pretty Pretty,

around seven-ish,

and shopping makes Paige emotional.

- Okay...? - You could "run into" us,

act all submissive - you might get someplace.

- Um, I don't know, I think it just felt

it was time to get off the sound stages,

go back into the real world, shoot real locations,

real people. - So when do cameras

start rolling on "Jay And Silent Bob Go Canadian, Eh?"

- You like that title.

The "eh" makes it. - I do.

- We're supposed to start shooting in a couple of weeks,

but, sadly, some locations dropped "oot" on us, as you say.

Um, so if anyone out there has a beer factory

or a hockey rink, donut shop, strip club,

or school - particularly we need a school -

please call us. Call me.

- Please join us next week. I'm Caitlin Ryan.

That was great, everyone.

- Thank you.

That was really fun. - Thank you.

Kevin, this is Craig,

my uh, sort-of stepson.

- Right on. How are you, sir?

- Mr. Smith? Hi. Wow. Hi.

- Mr. Manning. Hi. Wow. Hi, yourself

- How did you...? - Little bird.

- Craig goes to my old school.

Maybe you've heard of it? Degrassi?

- Well, it's a great-looking school.

You should check it out on Friday,

because my girlfriend and I are playing prom.

- Oh, really? What are you, a musician or something?

- A fantastic musician.

- "Fantastic," the lady says. That's good enough for me.

Can I borrow your pen? - Of course.

- I'm looking for a fantastic musician, sir.

This is my music guy's number.

You give him a shout,

tell him I told you to call him. Give me something high school,

dude, real high school.

Not Weezer-approximating- high-school.

Can you give me real emo? - I can give you real emo.

- Right on, sir. Excellent meeting you.

You may have a job.

How about my number...?

- The small is still a bit... squeezy.

- Better than the extra-small. Ooh, I love it!

- Hi.

Uh, guess I have great taste!

Strapless make you nervous too?

- Is that the extra-small?

- No... No.

Listen, Paige,

I was really hoping

that we could make things better between us.

- Take off the dress.

- Listen, I hate...

I hate that you hate me.

Please, is there anything I can do?

- Out of the dress and my airspace.

- G-g-get behind that keyboard!

- Could we sit a minute first? - No sitting. No time.

- Okay, I told you my dad got a transfer?

To BBC World in London?

- No small bollocks, oy?

- Well, he got me a summer job, too. BBC Six!

They call it "tea girl," which I think means "gopher,"

but-- - You're not going to London.

- Look, Craig, I know.

But I promise, I'll IM you every day

and send you tons of obscure Brit-pop.

- I'm afraid that we're gonna be too busy...

doing music for Kevin Smith's soundtrack.

- What?

How? Ohmygawd! - I-I know.

We have a meeting with his music guy.

How much d'you love me now?

- I better get behind that keyboard!

- See? Told you you weren't going.

� Silent Bob... �

- The only summer job out there is in the Yukon?

- I'm broke, Paige.

I'm, like, selling-my-stuff, eating-macaroni broke.

And tree-planting pays and...

my parents have cut off my tuition money...

It's 400 a day.

Free rent.

It's just looking like the only way out.

I'll be back before you miss me.

- The whole summer is forever.

- Hey, I just saw your old boss?

The mere sight of Meeri took six years off my life.

- I'll go get us some drinks.

- Diet. Squeezy dress...

- Did I just totally wreck a moment?

- He's leaving. Before the prom.

And he won't be back for months.

- What?

- I'm so sorry. But Paige needs a date

and she's honestly heartbroken and then I...

Maybe Toby's still free.

- Manny? Can you help us for a sec?

- Hey, I'll vote for you for queen?

A tiara would really suit you.

- Hair jewellery. Right,

that'd fix my totally sucky life for sure.

- Paige is having trouble

with the one-kewpie- two-grapevine-three combo!

- I'm not having trouble with it. I just don't like it

and I don't see why it can't just be straight grapevine.

- Because that's boring!

- Okay, I'm the captain, I'm not in the mood for sass,

and I'm changing the choreography.

Is that boring? - I'll show you.

And I'll take it

really, really slow, okay?

- I'm missing the mascot.

Go get the costume, I'll take your place.

- You want me to do what?

- We're performing in two hours, Paige.

We've never caught you.

- Well, unless Manny, Darcy, Chantay and you

all want off the squad? Manny's the mascot.

Consider my foot down.

- Don't throw out Justin!

- Purging.

Anything that could possibly remind me of this year must go.

- I wish we could purge Paige.

Anyone deserves to fall off her high horse, it's her.

What?

- Okay,

what if...?

- And so I'd like to declare this school year...

officially over! (wild cheering)

- Check you out - free sodas? Swanky school.

- Actually, we call it pop around these here parts.

- Pop? See, this is why I need you around me

when we're shooting the movie - so you can translate Canadian.

Can you do that for me? The whole time? Please?

- Oh, stop! Shush! - To send us toward summer

with smiles on our faces,

here's Degrassi's Spirit Squad! (cheering and applause)

(upbeat music)

- Ow! Ow!!!

Ow, my leg!!

Ow, ow, my leg!

Ow!!

(Paige moaning) - So...

that's the gym.

- Ow! Please, do something!!

(song playing)

- We write all our own stuff.

- So we can adjust it, if you want.

- If I want? What I want...

is Husker Du meets the Meat Puppets

with maybe a soup�on of Van Halen.

That's what I want.

- Um, okay...

Is that what we did?

- Is that what you did...

This is a buddy-slash-love story, okay, man?!

It's not the place for whiny girls

impersonating Kate Bush with Bon Jovi wannabes!

- Hey! - Get out of my office, please.

Thank you!

Ahem. Get Kevin for me, please.

- I guess we're no beef puppets.

- I guess we suck. - Kevin.

- Don't look so worried. Paige is fine.

And so's the dress.

- Fine! Fine! Fine as in boring.

Like Mass. In Latin,

when the holy-hot altar boy is out with the flu.

- Kinda looks like something an altar boy would wear.

- This one makes me happy. But Paige...

- She broke her leg yesterday.

She's not going to the semi-formal.

And this just happens to be the Manny-est dress ever.

- You think?

- After all she put you through,

I think you deserve it.

- Cheese buffet opens at ten.

- Mmm, tempting.

- We came up with that together. We share a love of cheese.

- Yes, we do.

Anyway, your ballots for king and queen.

- I feel terrible!

Do you feel terrible? I feel terrible.

- She'll get over it. So will we.

- Her leg was twisted like she was a Cirque du Soleil chick.

She isn't!

- So we'll... we'll vote for her for prom queen, okay?

And we'll send the tiara to her house. See?

Now I'm going to ask Toby to dance, for extra penance.

- Ninth grade: My date is orange

and I'm sporting a screaming sunburn.

Tenth grade: Our limo driver,

Jim-Boy-Jed the criminal,

delivers us in a cop cruiser.

Eleventh grade?

It gets worse.

Half-whacked on painkillers, I arrive -

with a date who doesn't like girls -

on the "special" bus.

Hello, everyone!

Happy prom! Isn't this...

so perfectly festive?! - Are you finished?

- No.

My armpits hurt!

- More than your armpits will hurt

if you don't shut your pie-hole!

I wanted this to be special for him

and all you can do is whine.

- Uh, if the tantrum's been thrown...?

- One more thing. Manny stepped up

and ran the Spirit Squad for you when you were too self-involved.

All she wanted was a thank-you.

But could you give her that? Oh, no!

- She was horrible to me.

- But can you tell me why you had to be more horrible back?

Why you always have to be more horrible?

(ballad playing)

Um, maybe... maybe I can get a beverage now?

- Maybe you'll, uh, like the next song too.

- Right. Right, right.

Well... Emma. Emma....

- Hey. - ... said she would die

if she didn't get her hands on you.

- Uh, no, I...

- Ohmygawd, Ms. Ryan, if I knew you were taking me to the prom,

I would've totally gotten you a corsage.

- No, I'm here to help you check the place out.

It doesn't qualify as a date. - Uh, that's so weird.

My prom date said the exact same thing.

- Ohmygawd, you're indestructible!

I'm really glad you're here, because--

- What are you wearing?

- Once the ballot's filled out, it needs to be handed in.

- I. Cannot. Believe--

- Maybe you two can be the world's

first matching prom-queen set. Huh?

Like socks. Or mittens. Or bookends.

- We're not bookends.

- What I was going to say

was, uh... good luck.

I really hope you win.

� Through the mud and the dirt All the tears �

� And the hurt It seared and it burned �

� And I cried �

� Through the mud and the dirt �

� All the tears and the hurt �

� It seared and it burned and I died �

� There was nothing at all �

� No nothing at all �

� There was only a dream of you �

� Only a dream of you �

� There was nothing at all �

� No nothing at all �

� Till your promise exploded through �

� There was nothing at all �

� No nothing at all �

� There was only a dream of you �

- Can't wait to see you centre stage,

Manny Santos.

- Ah, we rocked the place out!

- Did you just say "rocked out"?

- Hey, no lip, or I'll smother you in sweat.

- I'm going to miss you so much.

- But...

the show went really great.

- There was a moment up there

when I just... I thought to myself:

I've nothing left to prove.

Now I'm ready to go to England and try some new things.

- Right.

- You know I've wanted to go since I was a kid.

- Since you saw Mary Poppins. I know.

It's great... it's really great.

- Come on, you. Let's get to the cheese buffet

before Heather Sinclair scarfs all the Havarti.

- Um, I'll meet you there.

- Thanks to my charming-but-odd cheese-loving committee,

to all of you, and of course to our sponsor, Pantene.

Alright. Alright.

Now, the fateful moment...

Our king:

Jimmy Brooks. (cheering)

And the queen: Manny Santos.

- Ah! Paige, what are you doing? - Give me the crown.

Well-deserved, Manny.

- Oh!

- Manny!

- You alright?

We're gonna definitely be shooting here, Ms. Ryan.

Why don't you go put on... a new gown.

Essentially we walk through here and kinda just use the hallway.

Hey, I know that kid. Hey, kid, get off my set!

- Sorry. Are you working here?

- No, we're not - that's okay.

Dude, I never work. And that thing,

I don't even know how it operates.

Y'ever seen one of my flicks? It kinda shows.

- I like the one where the guys hang outside the 7-Eleven.

- Yeah, that narrows it down a bit.

Why aren't you inside prom'in it up?

- Your music guy hated us.

And now Ashley is going to England.

- Ah, what I'm hearing is girl trouble.

Dude, it always comes down to girl trouble.

I can feel your pain, sir! - You've been through this?

- Girl trouble? Dude, I'm a fat guy from New Jersey.

Yeah, I've had girl trouble. Even when I write and direct,

I never get the girl. I always wind up with Jay.

Some cases a monkey.

But you know what I found? When my heart gets broken,

throw yourself into work, man. Go home, start writing a song.

Go write a song for a movie.

A movie directed by a fat Star Wars nerd

who hangs around high schools during prom,

talks to broken-hearted musician types.

Dude, what part of this don't you understand?

- Your music guy said I suck.

- Ah, dude, he's persona non grata.

That dude's got no credibility whatsoever.

The day the Creed broke up, I found him in the bathroom

and he was crying. Crying!

Besides, it's my movie, not his movie.

You're looking at me all incredulous-like.

Dude, did you not see me 10 minutes ago?

I just flat-out caught the prom queen.

Know what kind of karmic debt that is to pay back?

I gotta pay it forward, man, I'm gonna pay you.

- I brought pins.

If it were legal, I'd offer you painkillers too.

- Where do you get off coming in here?!

How can you even talk to me?! - Hi, you broke my leg?!

- You made me be the mascot! - You made me look stupid!

- You took credit for my work! - You got Matt fired!

- You... I don't remember, but you started it!

- I'll keep going! You stress me at Spirit Squad,

you make me look like a full-fat spaz!

- Shut up! You're just jealous.

- Yeah, right.

- Um... don't drink anything else tonight.

The girls went out for laxatives.

- Thanks for the tip.

Well, at least it's summer now.

- Yeah.

Summer's good.

DVD Subtitling: CNST, Montreal

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