Ramona Flowers: It was football season, and for some reason all the little jocks wanted me. Matthew was the only non-white, non-jock boy in town. So the two of us joined forces and we took 'em all down. We brawled and scrapped, and fought for hours. Nothing could beat Matthew's mystical powers. We only kissed once. After a week and a half, I told him to hit the showers

Scott Pilgrim: Hey, wait, mystical powers?

Matthew Patel: Argh! You'll pay for this, Flowers!


If you want to fight me
Hah! You're not the brightest
You won't know what hit you
In the slightest

Me and my fireballs (Tss!)
My demon hipster chicks (Tell him, Matty!)
I'm talking the talk
'Cause I know I'm slick (S-L-ICK!)
Fireball girls!
Take this sucker down
(DOWN!)
Let's show him
What we're all about

Scott Pilgrim: That doesn't even rhyme!

Matthew Patel: This is impossible... How can this be?
Scott Pilgrim: Open your eyes, maybe you'll see!