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[KEVIN walks into a classroom and sees BECKY sitting alone, drawing.]

NARRATOR: Oh, God, look at her.

[Shot of BECKY sitting alone in the middle of the room. She is drawing.]

NARRATOR: Poor sweet flower of a girl.

[KEVIN walks up to her.]
[Shot of BECKY. Shot of her butterfly drawing.]
[Shot of KEVIN.]



NARRATOR: God, I hated to hurt her. Well, just get it over with.

KEVIN: Becky, we have to break up. I still like Winnie Cooper. We can still be friends, though.

[BECKY half-turns then turns back. KEVIN pats BECKY's shoulder.]

NARRATOR: I know, I know.

[BECKY punches KEVIN in the stomach as she stands up.]

BECKY: Oh yeah, "friends"!?
[Another punch in the stomach.]
I'll give you "friends."

[BECKY slugs KEVIN's chin, knocking him to the ground, then storms out of the room.]

[Close up from above of KEVIN lying on the floor, slightly dazed.]

NARRATOR: I guess that was when it first occurred to me:
I really didn't understand girls. I mean--and let me be absolutely clear about what I mean--
[slowly and emphatically now]
I really didn't understand girls.