Maia Brewton: Sara

Adventures in Babysitting

Sara

Chris: Hi. Um... My name is Chris Parker. I live in Oak Park. That's a suburb.
Brad: They probably figured that out. Ha.
Chris: This is Brad, Sara and Daryl. And we're in trouble.
Daryl: Ain't no doubt.
Chris: See, me and my boyfriend Mike, tonight's our anniversary. But then he went and cancelled. And now I'm stuck watching these three. And it's so hard...!
Albert Collins: And it's so hard!
Chris: Babysitting these guys.
Band: She's got the...
Chris: I got this call from Brenda. I went to pick her up. The tire had a blowout. And my mom's car got shot up.
Sarah: And these guys started to chase us.
Brad: And we all got hijacked. Ha!
Daryl: We're cruising down the highway.
Chris: In this big ol' Cadillac. And it's so hard!
Albert Collins: And it's so hard!
Chris: Babysitting these guys.
Albert Collins: She got the babysitting blues.
Band: Baby, baby. Babysitting blues.
Chris: I've got the babysitting blues.
Albert Collins: There's nights you swear you were born to lose. Like tonight. And you wish your feet were walking in someone else's shoes.
Chris: Some guys are out to get us.
Daryl: And Brenda's probably dead.
Brad: We ain't got a nickel.
Albert Collins: And they should be in bed! And you outta luck.
Chris: I got enough watching these guys. I've got the babysitting blues.
Sarah, Brad, Daryl: Baby, baby.

Daryl: The chick is losing it.
Chris: I am not!
Sarah: [to Daryl and Brad] You guys want some candy?
[Brad takes the chocolate bar from Sara. Chris turns and knocks the candy bar from his hands]
Chris: Brad, no chocolate! Your acne! Sara. It is time for your cough syrup. Daryl, fasten the seat belt!
Sarah: She's definitely losing it.
Chris: I am not losing anything, I am still in control here! Got it?

Sarah: [Trying to convince Chris not to leave her alone with Brad] What if the house explodes?
Chris: The house is not going to explode!
Sarah: You leave him here alone, and it will!

Sarah: Hey, wait! I know why you aren't acting like yourself. You don't have your special helmet!
[off the look Dawson gives her]
Sarah: See you have the baseball cap, but you're supposed to be wearing this
[takes off her Thor helmet]
Sarah: Here, take mine. Go on, take it!
Dawson: You're giving this to me?
Sarah: Well, yeah, you're my hero!
Dawson: [Smiles] Here. Here, take the car.
[Tosses Chris the keys]
Sarah: Thanks, Thor.
Dawson: Hey kid! I got one of these at home
[throws Sarah's helmet back]
Chris: Could I get your address so I can mail you the five dollars?
Dawson: Go!
[the group piles into the station wagon and pulls out of the Garage]

Chris: Brad? Sarah? That's not your parents' car is it?
Sarah: Yes it is!
Brad: Oh my God it is!
Daryl: What are we going to do?
Chris: Everybody duck!
[the kids duck down and drive past the Andersons]
Mrs. Anderson: Look at that lunatic! You know, Brad and Sarah are going to be driving in a couple of years and they'll be sharing the road with people like that.
Chris: Brad, how fast do your parents drive?
Brad: I don't know... forty-five?
Chris: We'll go eighty.
[Accelerates]

Chris: So, when the babysitter looked more closely at the kids, she saw that... THEY HAD NO FACES!
Sarah: Oh my God!
Chris: Just a pool of mushy goo!
Sarah: Like Spaghetti-O's?
Chris: Spaghetti-O's with meat!

Chris: Babysitting blues.
Sarah, Brad, Daryl: Baby, baby.
Chris: Babysitting blues.
Albert Collins: Now, there're nights
Chris: You swear you were born to lose. Yeah!
Albert Collins: Like tonight.
Chris, Albert Collins: And you wish your feet were walking in someone else's shoes.
Albert Collins: Some guys are out to get them. And the girls's probably dead. She ain't got a nickel.
Sarah, Brad, Daryl: And we should be in bed!
Albert Collins: You're outta luck.
Chris: I got enough watching these guys. I've got the babysitting blues.
Everybody: Baby, baby.
Chris: Babysitting blues.
Everybody: Baby, baby.
Chris: Babysitting blues.

Daryl: Mike what?
Chris: Mike what what?
Daryl: Mike what what what are we talking about? What's his last name?
Chris: Toddwell. Are you writing a book?
Daryl: Mike Toddwell? Do you know him?
Brad: They go out.
Daryl: He's got a red Camaro, right?
Chris: Oh, gee, Daryl, are you a gear head and a sex fiend? Anyway, a lot of people have Camaros.
Daryl: Yeah, but do a lot of people have the license plate "So Cool"?
Chris: That's Mike.
Daryl: He's the guy who beat me up last summer for touching his car, which I didn't do.
Brad: That was him?
Daryl: That was him!
Chris: Mike wouldn't do that.
Daryl: Yes, he would!
Chris: He would not.
Daryl: Yes, he would. He did. He kicked my ass. Wanna see the footprint?
Chris, Brad, Sarah: NO!

Brad: Sarah, where's the peach crayon?
Sarah: I used it all to color Thor.
Brad: Great! So what am I suppose to use to cover my zits?
Sarah: You want orange?
Brad: I can't believe you used it all just for that picture of Thor.
Sarah: Thors my hero!
Brad: Thors a homo.
Sarah: Take that back, Brad. Brad! Take it back Brad! Take back what you said about Thor! If you don't take back what you said about Thor, I'll tell Chris about all those love notes you write about her.
Brad: Okay. I take it back.
Sarah: Thanks. Hi, Chris!
Chris: Hi, Sarah!