Original Flavour.
Mel: No, kid, I'm totally clean.
NiNi: Mel, just give us your backpack.
Mel: No, there's nothing in it.
Kevin: Just hand it over.
Mel: I don't want you going through my shit.
Erin: Looks like an easy QP in there.
Kevin: QP?
Erin: Quarter pound of marijuana.
Kevin: Really...
Erin: I, uh, took a peer counceling class once.
Mel: And it's my backpack you want?
Erin: I think we're getting off the subject.
NiNi: It's time for an intervension.
Mel: This is stupid.
Erin: She's in denial--let me have her bag.
Mel: No!
Kevin: It's for the best.
Mel: Give it back to me, fucker!
Erin: There's nothing in here but notebooks and other freak-girl junk!
Mel: Give it back to me!
Erin: Not until you tell me where your real stash is.
Mel: I don't do that!
NiNi: Uhh, Erin...
Erin: Where are your drugs?
Kevin: Mel...
Mel: Give me my backpack!
Erin: Nope.
Mel: I hate you.
