[punch] [punch] Gosh Mr. Yes these bad habits sure are tough to beat! It's time to take charge of your life, PJ. I don't know if I have it in me-- [slap] Gee Mr. Yes I feel l can really whop those bad habits now! [Bell Ring] [sigh] I swear to God, Ello health class is such a fat load of tripe. C'mon let's get to the bench. Mama's jonesing. Hold on Becky I can't find my butterscotch! You taped it to the inner wall with stickers. Oh! [slam] Why do you have a Big Bang Theory calendar? Did you, like, get it for free? [muffled] What? [muffled] You don't like Sheldon? Ugh Boo. You know how I feel about overblown and unrealistic nerd stereotypes. Gyuh Hey Becky! Check out my pet bumblebee. [chuckle] Buzz buzz. [smack] [sizzle] I'm allergic to bees you punchline. [wails] Wow Becky! You sure are hardcore! [sniff] Yeah. I'm pretty much the real deal, Ello. And I got no patience for anything standing between us and bench time. [giggling] [gunshots] [gunshot] [dramatic music] [crunch] Oh look Becky Isn't that Jessy and her friends sitting on your bench? [Becky grumbles] They sure look cozy, huh. Don't they though, Ello? Don't they?! All snugged up over there. My only solace. The one spot with a window so I can smoke. And far enough away from from the incessant student body of freaks! [grunt] This is how a tyrannosaurus would drink his chocolate milk! [grunt] [splash] I'm not going back to wearing a nicotine patch and a set of earplugs every lunch hour like in middle school. Jessica freaking Kimly and her bitch-ass cronies have taken my sanctuary, Ello. My ritualistic altar of rejuvenation. Do you understand? It's my bench, Ello! MY BENCH! Okay so, you know- let's go ask them to move? And she wouldn't give me a stick of gum! So I tore out her eyelashes. So right on. You go girl. Um. I'm sorry- Did it just get 270 pounds fatter in here? [scoff] More like 275 at the rate rollo over there is putting away that butterscotch. [spit] Don't you spit that out, Ello! That's yours to enjoy. So.. What the hell's up with this? Scoot. [laugh] Oh Bessy bless your silly, stupid heart. Asking me to move like I was a fox in your hen house. It's Becky. And I'm not dicking around. You better hightail it stat before this sh*t gets ugly. Oh my. Hmm. Well its too bad I already decided I like it here. Yeah. This is ours now. [whispers] Ours now. Ours. And we're just gonna have to learn to accept change. Its a part of life. And besides I don't see your name on it. It's carved in the back. Like you if you don't make like a tree and get the f*ck off my bench! Leave it Becky! Let's go sit by the sawdust barrel in front of the shop class. it smells like pine! Listen to your sheep dog Betty! We'll keep this nest warm from now on. Like, chirp! Don't test me, Jessy! I'll make sure you won't even have an ass to use for stealing benches. Friggin little queen bee and your possy of.. tropes! Think I'm gonna roll over and let you get away with it Sister? Oh Hell no. You'll be sitting in that bench over my cold dead body-- [gunshot] [bee buzz] [crash] [squish] Ew. Oh my God. [stretcher wheels rattle] [car engine] [car door slam] [wheels skid] [eerie music] Dead body. Feels like somebody pinched my neck. Was it you, colonial farm boy? Wait. What? [shrill music] [eerie music] Sh*t. [lick] Okay... stagnant otherworldly ghost realm. Alright. I wonder when the maddening concept of eternity sets in. [dramatic music] [whack] [PA Speaker] Attention Students. Yesterday as you may have heard there was a fatal accident involving one of our one students. So, please pay respects at the designated deceased students remembrance wall where the art club has added a very tasteful poster commemorating the life and death of our young Rebecca Prim. Ashes to ashes, she will be missed. Lunch today will consist of fruit cups and and economically sound sloppy-- [speaker feedback] [wails] Oh God why?! She was so hot! [cries] Goodbye Becky. You beautiful cinnamon roll. [lick] [kisses] [camera beep] [camera shutter] Wow. What a fitting send off to our dearly departed friend BeeBee. Um. I think it was Becky. Whatever. Gosh! All this mourning sure has me exhausted. And I have the perfect place in mind to catch my breath! Come along now flock. [bottle spritz] [dramatic music] [hiss] I think she would have wanted it this way. [whispers] It's all ours. So much room. [sign buzzes] So. Lizzie Borden 40 whacks to the head, wasn't it? Seems a little excessive. One for each day of Christ's final temptation. Alright. Whatever, fruit loop. [Jessica giggling] Hey, wait a minute. Something doesn't bode. [maniacal giggling fit] Ugh, I don't know Liz. I'm like really restless and angry for some reason. I feel like I wanna sit down. Why doesn't Purg have any benches anywhere? Benches... It's got a nice dip to it. [pop] Well naturally its broken in. That's what happens with so many years of fat sit. [ominous music] Bench! Oh my God. They're still sitting in my bench. Those bitches. Hey, what the f-- F*cking fresh! Ugh! I'm so sick of this wacky land bullsh*t! It smells like a library and no one blinks! [ghost child scream] How the hell did I even get here Lizzie B? Mmm. B... Wait. Wait a minute. Bee... Buzz. Buzz. I'm allergic to bees. My pet bumblebee... [chuckle] [gunshot] [bee buzzes] That creepy little skeez and his stupid murder bee! I'm gonna haunt his ass. [lip smack] [thunder crack] [slice] The f*ck! Slippery. [clears throat] Boo. Boo! [coughs] Ghost cough. C'mon just wait the f*ck up! F*cking little sock monkey sh*t. [startled gurgling] [gasp] Becky! Is that you? No its the G*d damn tooth fairy. Listen. You're gonna friggin pay for what you did to me. Make yourself useful for once in your life. This is so... out of left field. [snicker] Kinda like that scene in Ghostbusters when Dan Aykroyd is awoken by that spiritual vixen and she unzips his pants and-- Oh my God shut up nerd! I'm here for your body. Well, well. Please be gentle. [sigh] [dramatic music] [fizzles out] [bone cracking] [inhale] Ew. I didn't think he would be this sticky. Oh God. Let's see if this little freak has anything cool to wear. [dramatic music] What the f-- [school bell rings] [PA Speaker] A reminder to students that prayer before test taking is is still considered cheating. Oh Becky. [locker slam] What's up Ello Jello? Becky? Yeah I know right? In the flesh. Well, you know, in a flesh. Not a very good one. Better not touch me. Wow. That's so cool.. Oh-Oh wait! What about this Ouija board I bought? I got it so we could ghost chat! [smack] You don't need that sh*t Ello! No damn spell check on those things anyways. [spits] Alright. C'mon lets get to the bench. You came all the way back from the dead just so you can chill and smoke? Wow. What do you know? I guess old habits... die hard. [thunder crack] [ghostly maniacal laughter] So much jabber. Sometimes you just want to lollipop their throat with a gel pen! [giggle] [gasp] [hawk screech] Jessica? Shh! [rattlesnake hiss] Hey Loser. I think you might be in our seat. Pick up your caboose and vamoose! Why don't you friggin make me... Starbucks. [sniff] Mmm. And just who in the jolly sh*t do you think you are you horse's ass? You really think you can fill my seat with you social disease? Oh I know I can, Jessy. Afterall, I've been shaping it just so with all that fat sit! B-b-Bessandra! Wha-- Where do you even-- God! Its Becky! Just shut up and look at my [distorted] Dead Eye! [thunder clap] [eerie music] Um Jessica? Why are we a tree? Shut up you twigs! [crack] Oof! What the barf? [wood chopping] [scream] [crash] [electric hand saw] [music plays] [bell rings] [struggles] Oh my God. What happened to my 2 inch waist? [tapping sound] You're my bench now Jessy. Don't you dare! [lighter clicks] [inhale] Hope you like discounted knock off brand jeans. No! Those aren't designer! [scream] [knuckles crack] Fine! We'll like, go sit somewhere else or whatever. Cheese and rice, Becky. Oh that's right. Walk your skinny ass outta here. You know its my bench. Forever. [creaking] [crash]
Not getting any "Daria" vibes but watched it anyway.