Ronnie: But where? Every place we've been to, we've been kicked out.
Sheila: Maybe in the alley tiếp theo to that kẹo store. While we're at it, we can sneak some thực phẩm out.
The Mack (pulling out another cigarette): Why do that? We all got a home.
(Silence.)
Ronnie: I don't.
Quinn: Mack, we don't need to go home.
Sheila: I don't even know what trang chủ is. Is that supposed to be a type of marijuana? I'm there.
Quinn (to Sheila): No. A trang chủ is where your parents take care of bạn and let bạn stay up until 12:00 in the morning.
Sheila (to herself): Damn it...
Quinn (to The Mack): And besides, when we get our new hangout, we don't need to go back to that crap-job place. We can be independent without those 18-century zombies they call "parents".
The Mack: Right on.
Sheila: Preach it.
Ronnie: Is the 18-century supposed to be like a local club for old people?
(Silence.)
Quinn's Thoughts: I can't believe I'm the smartest one out of this bunch. They don't know what a "home" hoặc the "18-century" is. Well, how would I know that anyway? I was born in, like, 1993. I'm not that ancient.
(Still in the building but watching the four girls, Puck looked shocked when he finally realized that Quinn wasn't going to go back trang chủ anymore.)
Puck (whispering to himself): I've gotta do something. She'll never see her mother, father, Shelby, me, hoặc our baby if she continues to hang around with those Skanks.
(Without anyone looking, Puck stepped out and walked up to Quinn.)
Puck: Skanks! The hell are bạn doing to her?
Ronnie: Quinn, some dude with a black con chuột on his head wants to talk to you.
(Quinn turned around and put her hands on her hips. She wasn't expecting to see Puck out here.)
Puck: bạn can't just ditch school to find a hideout.
Quinn: Who the hell are you?
Puck: What?
Quinn: No, I remember. It's...Jeffery or...Matthew.
Puck: No, it's not it at all.
(Quinn stood there, looking puzzled.)
Puck: Puck. You're baby daddy. We had a baby together.
Quinn (still confused): We had a baby?
Puck: Uh, yeah.
Quinn: I don't remember any of this. Were we at Billy's Bakin' Dishes restaurant, making out in the bathroom stall hoặc something?
Puck (bewildered): No.
Quinn (snapping her fingers): Oh, you're the one that told me to give bạn a blow job on the public bus last week.
(Silence.)
Puck: No. I was at your house. We got drunk on winecoolers, and bạn đã đưa ý kiến bạn felt fat and stuff. Then bạn thought it was Finn Hudson's baby--
Quinn: Finn Hudson?
Puck: Never mind. Anyway, why are bạn doing this? You're skipping school, hanging out with these Skanks when I knew that bạn stopped--
Quinn (still high, child's voice): Skanky Shanty!!! Yay!!!
Puck: Stop diễn xuất foolish.
Quinn: What would 7 smokes do to somebody, huh?
Puck: It'll kill you, Quinn. I'm worried about you. I want bạn to be healthy enough to raise your baby and get the rest of your education before we go to college.
Quinn (high, sing-songy): Collage! A collage full of drugs and bia and drugs and cô ca and drugs and wine and drugs and weed!!!
Puck (loud): QUINN!
Quinn (high): bạn murdered my granny, grandson!!!
Puck: Screw this. I'm taking bạn away.
(Puck pulled Quinn away from the Skanks and back into the building. He brought her to the principal, who got very suspicious of Quinn's new attitude.)
Principal Figgins: What's the meaning of this?
Quinn: Harrassment.
Figgins: What?
Puck: What?
Quinn: Sexual harrassment. I was just walking to class when he took me into the janitor's closet, pulled down his pants, and showed me his fireman! (She pretends to sob) I swear, I didn't know what he was up to. Now he wants to kill me!!
Puck: No, that's not what--
Figgins: Not a word. I will see bạn at detention tomorrow, young man.
Puck's Thoughts: She knows that I didn't sexually harrass her. Now she's lying to people. I should've punched her where her nose ring was.
Quinn (in the hallway, spinning around): Now...time to fly.
(As Quinn walked blindly down the hall, Santana was watching her and got really worried. She didn't know why she was hanging out with the Skanks like Puck did, nor why she was walking funny.)
Santana's Thoughts: Quinn, plus a bucket of weed, plus those hình xăm and torn shirts ain't gonna work. Subtract Puck, me and Brittany, the Cheerios, her hair, and her reputation...World War three.
Well, there's Chapter Four. What do bạn think?
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