Heathers Full Script
Heathers Full Script
Veronica: September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary: I believe I’m a good person. You know, I think that
there’s good in everyone. But, uh, here we are. First day of senior year! And, uh, I look around at
these kids that I’ve known all my life and I ask myself, “What happened?”
Students: Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug eyes! Poser! Lard ass!
We were so tiny, happy, and shiny, Playing tag and getting chased.
Students: Freak! Slut! Loser! Short bus!
Singing and clapping, Laughing and napping, Baking cookies, eating paste.
Students: Bull dike! Stuck up! Hunchback!
Then we got bigger. That was the trigger, Like the Huns invading Rome.
Welcome to my school- This ain’t no high school, This is the Thunder Dome.
Hold your breath and count the days, We’re graduating soon.
Students: White trash!
College will be paradise, If I’m not dead by June!
But I know, I know, Life can be beautiful.
I pray, I pray, For a better way.
If we changed back then, We could change again. We could be beautiful……Just not today.
Students: Freak! Slut! Cripple! Homo! Homo! Homo!
Things will get better, As soon as my letter, Comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown.
Away from this coma, Take my diploma, Then I can blow this town.
Dream of ivy-covered walls, And smoky French cafés.
Fight the urge to strike a match, And set this dump ablaze!
Veronica: Ram Sweeney. Third year as linebacker, and eighth year of smacking lunch trays and
being a huge idiot!
But I know, I know, Life can be- beautiful. I pray, I pray, For a better way.
We were kind before, We can be kind once more. We can be beautiful.
Martha: Hey.
Veronica: Kurt Kelly, quarterback. He is the smartest guy on the football team!
Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf.
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Veronica: Yes, I am. I want to know what gives you the right to pick on my friend! You’re a high
school has-been waiting to happen, a future gas station attendant.
Veronica: Why?
Martha: Why won’t he date me?
Ram: Why did I hit him?
Students: Why do I cry myself to sleep?
Veronica: Why?
Students: Somebody hug me. Somebody fix me. Somebody save me. Send me a sign, God
Get me some cold beer. Something to live for…
Veronica: And then there’s the Heathers. They float above it all.
Students: I love Heather, Heather, and Heather. I hate Heather, Heather, and Heather.
Veronica: Heather McNamara, head cheerleader. Her dad is loaded, he sells engagement rings.
Students: I want Heather, Heather, and Heather.
Veronica: Heather Duke, runs the yearbook. No discernible personality, but her mom did pay for
implants.
Students: I need Heather, Heather, and Heather.
Veronica: And Heather Chandler, the almighty. She is a mythic bitch. They’re solid Teflon, never
bothered, never harassed. I would give anything to be like that.
Ms. Fleming: Ah, Heather and Heather…and Heather. Perhaps you didn’t hear the bell you’re late
for class.
Ms. Fleming: Not without a hall pass you’re not. Week’s detention.
Veronica: Um, actually, Ms. Fleming, all four of us are out on a hall pass for yearbook committee.
Ms. Fleming: I see you’re all listed. Hurry up. Get where you’re going.
Veronica: Um, let me sit at your table at lunch, just once. No talking necessary. If people think that
you guys tolerate me, then they’ll leave me alone.
Veronica: Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes.
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Heather C: For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure.
Heather M: And a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the centre of your skull, I’d have
matching halves. That’s very important.
Heather C: And, you know, you know, you know, This could be beautiful.
Mascara, maybe some lip gloss, And we’re on our way.
Get this girl some blush, And, Heather, I need your brush. Let’s make her beautiful.
Students: Who could survive this? I can’t escape this! I think I’m dying!
And you know, you know, you know, Life can be beautiful.
You hope, you dream, you pray, And you get your way!
Ask me how it feels, Lookin’ like hell on wheels. My God, it’s beautiful.
I might be beautiful. And when you’re beautiful… It’s a beautiful freakin’ day!
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Scene 2 - Veronica, Martha, The Heathers, Kurt, Ram
Veronica: Dear Diary: It’s been 3 weeks since I became friends with the Heathers.
Actually, friends isn’t the right word. It’s more like the Heathers are people I work with. And our job
is being popular and stuff.
Veronica: Hey!
Veronica: Aw, thank you. But it’s still the same me underneath.
Veronica: Oh, look I’m- I’m really sorry that I flaked on you last week. I’ve just- I’ve had a lot going
on.
Martha: I get that. You’re with the Heathers now. It’s exciting.
Heather C: You remember how Ram used to hang with Martha Dumptruck?
Heather M: Oh my god that’s right, I remember. Ram kissed Martha Dumptruck. It was disgusting.
Ram: My body.
Heather C: Be a sweetie and give this note to Martha Dumptruck for me.
Veronica: Please don’t do this, okay? Not to Martha. Martha has had a thing for Ram for like 12
years now, okay? This- this would kill her.
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Song 2 - Candy Store (The Heathers and Chorus)
If you lack the balls, You can go play dolls, Let your mommy fix you a snack.
Or you could come smoke, Pound some rum and coke, In my Porsha with the quarterback!
Woah! Woah! Woah!
Martha: Veronica, look! Ram invited me to his homecoming party. See, I told you there was still
something there! This proves he’s been thinking about me.
JD:You shouldn’t have bowed down to the swatch dogs and diet-coke-heads. They’re going to
crush that girl.
JD: Clearly, you’ve got a soul. You just gotta work harder on keeping it clean. ‘We are all born
marked for evil.’
Veronica: Um, okay. Don’t just quote Baudelaire at me and then walk away, excuse me.
I didn’t catch your name.
Ram: No, we’re seniors, man, we’re too old for this.
Kurt: Hey, sweetheart! What did your boyfriend say when you told him you were moving to
Sherwood, Ohio? Huh?
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Kurt: Hey, Ram, doesn’t the cafeteria have a “no fags allowed” rule?
JD: I don’t know what your problem is but I bet it’s really hard for you to pronounce.
Veronica: No it wasn’t.
Veronica: No, but if you’re nice, I’ll let you buy me a Big Gulp.
JD: That’s like going to Micky D’s and ordering a salad. Slurpee’s the signature dish of the house.
Did you say cherry or lime?
Veronica: I said Big Gulp. I’m Veronica, by the way. Are you ever gonna tell me your name?
JD: I’ll end the suspense. Jason Dean, JD, for short.
Veronica: So, JD. That thing you pulled in the caf’ was pretty severe.
Veronica: So, what’s a Baudelaire-quoting, badass like you doing in Sherwood, Ohio?
Veronica: …Deconstruction?
JD: Well, the old man seems to enjoy tearing things down. You seen the commercial? “My name’s
Big Bud Dean, if it’s in the way, I’ll make your day.”
Veronica: Then he pushes the plunger and the screen blows up? …That’s your dad?
Veronica: Ya know, everyone’s life has got static. For example, I don’t really like my friends-
JD: I don’t really like your friends either. Bag the party- hang here.
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Song 3 Freeze your brain - JD Solo
I've been through ten high schools, they start to get blurry.
No point planting roots, 'Cause you're gone in a hurry.
My dad keeps two suitcases packed in the den, so it's only a matter of when.
I don't learn their names, don't bother with faces.
All I can trust is this concrete oasis.
Seems every time I'm about to despair, there's a 7-Eleven right there.
Each store is the same, from Las Vegas to Boston,
Linoleum aisles that I love to get lost in.
I pray at my altar of slush- Yeah, I live for that sweet frozen rush...
Freeze your brain. Suck on that straw, Get lost in the pain.
Happiness comes, When everything numbs.
Who needs cocaine?
Freeze your brain. Freeze your brain...
Martha: It’s exciting, right? Oh, excuse me, I want to say hello to Ram. I brought sparkling cider!
Heather C: Showing up here took some guts, Time to rip them out.
Heather C: Ha!
Martha: Hi, Ram. Uh, I wasn't gonna come, but since you took the time to write that sweet note...
Ram: What note? Why do you gotta be so weird all the time? People wouldn't hate you so much if
you acted normal.
Heather C: Okay, Westerburgers, it’s time to celebrate our upcoming victory over the Razorbacks
by whacking apart their mascot.
Heather M: Martha!
All: Martha! Martha! Martha! Martha! Martha! Martha! Martha! Martha! Martha! Martha! Martha!
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Heather D: Bring out the piñata!
Veronica: Give it to me! What is your damage, Heather? If you want this thing, just swim for it.
Veronica: Listen to me. Listen, just go, okay? Go. Well, we gave it a shot, okay? I’m resigning my
position from the lip gloss Gestapo. I’m going back to civilian life.
Heather D: No one at Westerburg’s gonna let you play their reindeer games!
Veronica: Yeah, and it was a sweet fantasy- a world without Heather. A world where everyone is
free. Now it’s morning. I have to go kiss her aerobicized ass.
Heather C: What?
Heather C: Hope you brought kneepads, bitch! Fix me a Prairie Oyster and I’ll think about it.
Veronica: Oh hey. Here’s my revenge. I’m gonna drop a flemglobber in her Prairie Oyster and she’ll
never know. Ready?
Veronica: Oh, okay. Don’t be an idiot. That stuff would kill her.
Veronica: You can’t just go- uh. Besides, she would never drink something that looks like that.
JD: Right… We use a mug. That way, she’ll have no idea what she’s drinking.
Veronica: What?
JD: Nevermind.
Heather C: Aw, Veronica… and Jesse James, quelle surprise. Well, let’s get to it. Beg.
Veronica: Okay, um. I think that last night we both said a lot things that we didn’t mean.
Heather C: I’d actually prefer if you did this on your knees. In front of your boy toy here.
Heather C: Do I look like I’m kidding? Down. Nice. But you’re still dead to me. Corn… nuts!
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Heather M: Veronica? I need help, I’m out at Layman’s farm. Hurry up, please. It’s an emergency.
Heather D: Good.
Heather D: Nobody cares about your feelings, this mud is going to ruin my shoes.
Veronica: What are you two doing in the middle of a cow pasture?
Heather M: We thought we were headed towards the cemetery to pour a jug of thunderbirds on
Heather’s grave. You know from her homies.
Heather D: If we got you to show up here, Kurt promised to give us his car keys so Heather and I
could go home.
Heather M: Come on Veronica, I’ve seen you looking at Kurt. You think he’s cute right?
Veronica: No
Veronica: No, no, no, no, no you can’t just leave me with them!
Heather M: Byeee!!!
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Scene 8 - Veronica, Heather C, Heather M, Heather D
Veronica: Dear Diary: Close call last night. Uh, the only person at Westerburg who could actually
control Kurt and Ram was Heather Chandler. And she is dead.
Heather C: Should’ve thought of that before you killed me. God. I’m going to be coughing up drain
cleaner for eternity!
Veronica: I didn’t technically kill Heather, and I know that, but I still feel bad. But… not as bad as I
should? And that makes me feel even worse.
Oh, hey, guys. Still really looking forward to that apology from both of you for being two ice-cold
bitches last night.
Heather C: Ugh. Heather Duke was such a sad little poser. Veronica, tell her to stop touching my
stuff. …Veronica. Veronica!!
Heather D: Please. You need to worry less about me, and more about your reputation. Kurt and
Ram have been telling the whole school about what happened last night.
JD: There’s been a lack of girls climbing through my bedroom window lately.
Veronica: No, I don't think you do. "Ich Luge bullets"? You lied to me.
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JD: You were lying to yourself. You wanted them dead too.
Veronica: Yes.
JD: Just wait 'till you see the good that comes of this.
JD: Call me an optimist. So who's next? Heather Duke? She started that rumour. I've been
underlining meaningful passages in her copy of Moby Dick, if you know what I mean.
Veronica: No! No, I do not accept this! We've already killed three people! This ends right here, right
now!
JD: Or what?
JD: Every war has casualties. That doesn't mean that it's not worth fighting. You and I are special,
we have a lot of work to do.
Veronica: What work? Making the world a decent place for people who are decent!
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Scene 10 - Veronica and Martha
Martha: Something doesn't add up. I think Ram and Kurt were murdered.
Veronica: Why would you say that? They found the suicide note!
Martha: It could have been faked! You forge them all the time, right?
Martha: I’m thinking it was your friend JD. You saw how he went after them in the lunchroom.
There’s something off about that JD. I wanna look in his locker.
Martha: I don't care what they were saying at the funeral. Ram was not gay! I'd stake my life on it.
Why would Ram write me that note if he didn't still feel something? I'm gonna confront JD.
Martha: No…
Veronica: Yeah. The Heathers put me up to it. The whole school was in on the joke, and no one
laughed harder than Ram. He didn't love you. He was an idiot. Now he's dead. Move on.
Veronica: No, it's not funny. None of this is funny! You’re carrying a loaded weapon! You promised
me.
Veronica: Yeah, because of you! You know what? Don't call me. Don't talk to me.
JD: Veronica-
NVeronica: No, you don't understand the difference between right and wrong, we're over.
Heather D: It’s a petition to have the governor declare a day of remembrance to honour the victims
of suicide. I've gotten everyone to sign it, even the dweebs and losers.
Veronica: Look, I don't know what JD is up to, but if you know what's good for you, please just…
throw that away.
Heather D: Not a chance. I'll just fake your signature like I did with Martha Dumptruck. She's in no
shape to sign anything today.
Heather D: It was on the radio. She took a belly flop off the Old Mill Bridge last night holding a
suicide note.
Heather D: Just some broken bones. Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and
failing miserably.
JD: All is forgiven, baby. Come on out and get dressed! You're my date to the pep rally tonight!
JD: Your classmates thought they were signing a petition. You gotta come out here and see what
they really signed!
JD, Students: We, the students of Westerburg High, Will die. Our burned bodies may finally get
through,To you. Your society churns out slaves and blanks. No thanks. Signed the students of
Westerburg High. Goodbye.
We'll watch the smoke pour out the doors, Bring marshmallows, we'll make s'mores!
We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!
I was meant to be yours. We were meant to be one.
I can't make it alone. Finish what we've begun.
You were meant to be mine. I am all that you need.
You carved open my heart, Can't just leave me to bleed!
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JD: And here I thought you'd lost your taste for faking suicides. People will see the ashes of
Westerburg and think to themselves, “Now, there's a school that self-destructed- not because
society didn't care- but because that school was society!” You know the only place Heathers and
Marthas can truly get along? Heaven.
Heather M: Where have you been? People were saying you killed yourself!
Martha: What?
Veronica: Uh, my date for the pep rally kind of blew-... me off. So, I was wondering, if you weren't
doing anything tonight, maybe we could pop some Jiffy Pop and rent a video? You know,
something with a happy ending.
Martha: My friend…
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