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Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Found this:
This is what happen when you hate HSM3 a lot.
Kids, don't use these words at home.

(The scene where zac just sang a song called scream and had danced his skinny ass into the theatre stage where the darvy fella just so happened to be at like, midnight. pfft.)

Ms Darvy: Troy, are you alright?
Zac: What the hell bitch i just sang a song called scream and you're asking me if im alright? Course im not alright dude.

Ms Darvy: To tell you the truth troy, im the one who sent in the application for juliard's university.
Zac: Oh you bastard. You're the reason why im so confused now. You're the reason why i sang that bloody song scream in the first place. you ruined my life bitch.

(The scene of the prom where zac someohow manages to teleport thousands of miles to where vanessa is.)

Zac: My prom is wherever you are.
Vanessa: Dude what the hell, how'd you just drive 10 thousand miles in a truck cross country in like, half an hour? This shit takes days dude. You've got some vodoo or shit dont you.

This dude can be the script-writer for HSM4.