Teens Marne, Miranda and Melissa are selling T-shirts honoring a classmate who recent committed suicide.

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(A school conference room. Marne, Melissa and Miranda count money. A few all-blacks are scattered about the room.)

MELISSA: Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six—

MIRANDA: Do you seriously need to count out loud?

MELISSA: Do you want me to remember the count?

MARNE: Let's just get one of those Square [or payment processing tool of the moment] thingies.

MIRANDA: Good call.

MELISSA: Yeah—we all have smart phones.

MIRANDA: (Under her breath:) Smart phone, dumb user.

MELISSA: What?

MIRANDA: Nada.

MARNE: (Finishing her count:) It's official. The all-blacks are our biggest seller.

MELISSA: We should go out to dinner and celebrate.

MARNE: It's not about us.

MELISSA: Doesn't mean we can't celebrate our success. And not some ick fast food place.

MARNE: You know I don't eat fast food. Or chains.

MELISSA: So let the fund take us for Italian.

MARNE: The fund?

MIRANDA: (Sotto to Marne:) Somebody's been reading.

MELISSA: (Ignoring Miranda:) Well, we're like a charity—right?

MARNE: Yeah...?

MELISSA: Just 'cause it's a charity doesn't mean all the charity goes to charity.

MIRANDA: 'Cause that made sense.

MELISSA: Charities have overhead.

MIRANDA: Again with the big words.

MELISSA: Jealous much?

MIRANDA: Not much.

MELISSA: How much have we raised?

MIRANDA: Thousands.

MELISSA: And we can't get one lousy meatball dinner?

MIRANDA: I don't eat meatballs.

MELISSA: It was an example.

MIRANDA: I don't eat meat.

MELISSA: So have fish.

MIRANDA: I'm a vegan.

MELISSA: So have cheese ravioli. Who cares? The point is we've rocked Washington for a year. All-black sales are record-setting— (To Marne:) you said so yourself. (To both:) It's vigil eve. Nobody's gonna hate us for celebrating.

MIRANDA: Before we get all hallelujah, I got three no's on the all-black.

MARNE: No, as in—

MIRANDA: As in not buying—wait—four. The new girl.

MARNE: And the other three?

MIRANDA: You know which three.

MARNE: Cut them some slack.

MIRANDA: You've cut them plenty of slack.

MARNE: Maybe they deserve it.

MELISSA: (Picking up Miranda's theme:) Yeah, you've given them lots of chances.

MIRANDA: But people could say you've given them too many. (Beat.) If they don't buy, how long before it's 20 people, or 100, or until Beth is just a plaque on the wall that nobody sees in a hallway nobody even walks through? (To Marne:) And 'til you're just another ex-lacrosse player who used to matter...

MARNE: Don't forget why we do this.

MIRANDA: Why do we do this? Melissa, do you know?

MELISSA: I didn't even know her that well.

MIRANDA: Did you, Marne? You tore your whatever before the season even started. You didn't play a game with—

MARNE: Do you know how much I've done—

MIRANDA: I do. But people could start to forget that. I'm over my outfit five minutes after I put it on.

MELISSA: You too?

MARNE: Shut up, Melissa.

MIRANDA: (To herself:) Finally.

MELISSA: Uh, don't tell me to shut up.

MARNE: Then don't talk.

MIRANDA: That's what I'm talking about.

MELISSA: Why are you ganging up on me?

MARNE: Deal with it.

MELISSA: Hey! I'm just as in this as you.

MIRANDA: (Ignoring Melissa:) You are a world-class bitch, which is totally what I love about you.

MELISSA: So you can't tell me to shut up.

MARNE & MIRANDA: Shut up!

MIRANDA: I just don't get why you suddenly turn all soft for these three losers.

(Long pause.)

MARNE: Because we weren't the only ones who lost something.

MIRANDA: But who's got something to lose now? (Beat.) People want this. Look at what it's done for our school, for the whole community.

MARNE: Yeah, but isn't this why it happened in the first place?

MIRANDA: Beth got into an accident.

MARNE: I'm not talking about Beth.

MIRANDA: (Beat.) If you don't step up, somebody will.

(Long pause.)

MARNE: I'm not there when it happens, and I don't know anything about it.

MELISSA: (Beat.) So...this celebration dinner...are we on?