![]() My family’s probably pissed off I haven’t let them wish me Happy Birthday yet. All it shows is that I don’t have any sort of a tan left. I just thought that turning sixteen would be so major that I would wake up with an improved metal state that would show on my face. No, I didn’t expect to wake up transformed. (into phone) Nope, I look exactly the same as I have since summer, utterly forgettable. Sam: Chronologically you’re sixteen today. She has her friend Randy on hold on the phone.) (Samantha, or Sam as she likes to be called, is looking at herself in the mirror. Should make for an interesting honeymoon, huh? ![]() Jenny: I happen to have a serious problem. Come on, I’ve got a mouthful of toothpaste. Jenny: (opens the door and looks out) Daddy, I’m the one getting married. ![]() Baker: Pick on someone your own size.(Jenny walks past him into the bathroom and shuts the door) Open this door. I don’t hit her when you’re just down the hall. I’d like to very much, and I probably will later, but give me a break. (Sara goes to the other bathroom that’s at the end of the hall.) Baker: (coming out of the bathroom) Mike, come on pal! We’ve got a wedding tomorrow. (Mike makes as if to hit her but doesn’t.) Dad! Mike hit me! Baker: Jenny! Mike! Sara! Sam! Come on! Everybody up! We’ve got relatives invading this afternoon. Sixteen Candles Sixteen Candles Transcribed by: Sonja Kemp
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