Colorado State: The Motion Picture/Transcript

Theatrical:

Rated PG-13 for coarse language, sexual themes, and violence

Cable:

RATED TV-14
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## Scene 1

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INT. FRED'S BEDROOM - MORNING.
FRED'S wake-up alarm goes off. FRED grabs a baseball bat, beats his alarm
clock with it, and goes back to sleep.

                                                                MR. DAVIS

                                                    (from downstairs)

                                       Fred! Get up! You're gonna be late!

                                                                FRED

                                                    (tired)

                                       Wha...?

                                                                MR. DAVIS

                                                    (from downstairs)

                                       Fred! Get your ass ready! You're gonna be late
                                       for school!

FRED wakes up with a jump.

                                                                FRED

                                                    (startled)

                                       Holy crap!

FRED takes off his pajamas, puts on his school clothes, and runs downstairs.

INT. FRED'S DINING ROOM - MORNING.

FRED runs into the room, puts on his backpack, and runs out of the house.

                                                                FRED

                                                    (from outside)

                                       Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad! Love you!

EXT. FRED'S HOUSE - MORNING. FRED runs outside.

                                                                FRED

                                       Ah damn it. I don't think I even have time to
                                       just walk to school. Maybe I'll just take the
                                       bus.

A big yellow schoolbus drives up to FRED'S driveway.

                                                                FRED

                                       Yes. Yes. Oh yes!

The schoolbus drives away.

                                                                FRED

                                       Oh no. Oh shit! Damn!

INT. MR. STEVENSON'S CLASSROOM - MORNING.

MR. STEVENSON is teaching the class about fractions.

                                                                MR. STEVENSON

                                       Just remember. Anything you do to the
                                       numerator, you also have to do to the
                                       denominator.

BETHANY raises her hand.

                                                                MR. STEVENSON

                                       Yes, Bethany?

                                                                BETHANY

                                       Mr. Stevenson? Can we do some harder
                                       math? We're in frickin' highschool. We
                                       already know how to do that fraction shit.

                                                                CARL

                                                    (between gritted teeth)

                                       Shut the hell up, Bethany!

                                                                MR. STEVENSON

                                       Ya know what? Good point. We should
                                       be challenging ourselves more.

The entire class starts booing and groaning.

                                                                CARL

                                       Oh you son of a bitch!

FRED runs into the room in a panic. He runs over to his seat and sits down.

                                                                MR. STEVENSON

                                       Fred. You're late again.

                                                                FRED

                                       Yes, sir.

                                                                CARL

                                                    (to FRED)

                                       Dude. What's goin' on? Why are you
                                       always late?

                                                                FRED

                                                    (to CARL)

                                       I have problems, okay? Shut up.

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