The Heathers have a fake ID
  • *Heather Duke is panicking outside a liquor store*
  • Heather M: Are you okay?
  • Heather D: No, I should have worn the vest! No! No!
  • Heather C: What the fuck are you doing?
  • Heather D: What if I go in and they turn me down?
  • Heather C: Then we're in the same exact place that we are now! Who cares?
  • Heather D: It's fucking humiliating! Everyone in the store sees 'em kicking me out?! And what if they make me put the liquor back?! I can't do that!
  • Heather M: Oh my god.
  • Heather C: THIS WHOLE THING IS BIGGER THAN YOU, HEATHER! SO GROW A PAIR OF NUTS AND FUCKING WALK IN THERE AND BUY THE ALCOHOL!
  • Heather D: What if I don't feel like it anymore, Heather? What?
  • Heather C: Then I'll fucking kill you. I'll get a knife and stab you through your fucking heart!
  • Heather D: Killing me won't get you alcohol, jerkoff. I'm the one with the fake ID!
  • Heather C: Then I'll cut your dumb little fucking face off, throw it over mine, grab your fake ID, and buy it my FUCKING SELF!
  • Heather D: Oh really? You don't have the technology OR the steady hand to pull off a procedure like that, so HA! PEACE!
  • *Heather Chandler shoves Heather Duke towards the store*