Class of 1984 Page #2

hidden pools of genius there?

I don't know about that.

There are some who like music

and wanna play it well.

You're way ahead of me then.

You know, there isn't one of my

little bastards, not...

one of them that shows the slightest

interest in biology.

Except for the workings

of the reproductive systems.

You're the boss, man.

You're the boss. I'm getting sick of that.

Hey. Hey!

Done.

Hey, I thought this was supposed

to be a protected lot!

I can't be everywhere.

Andy.

That wasn't even funny.

- You could've scared me to death.

- Oh, dear.

- What is that? What are you doing?

- Aww, I just bought this.

Isn't it cute?

It's terrific. It's wonderful,

but you're a little bit early.

The baby's not due for

six-and-a-half months.

Yeah, but I don't wanna

save everything for the last minute.

- How was your day?

- Don't ask me.

- It was that bad?

- Yeah, it was that bad.

We got a principal who can't wait

to get to his board position,

with a faculty who hate their jobs.

Bunch of security guards

running all over the place...

kids running all over them.

Do you know it's cost me $40 already

to get some graffiti off the car?

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Oh, honey.

- And that's the good news.

Well, it's always that way

when you start something new...

but you'll get used to it.

- Hey, what did the doctor say?

- I'm in my 73rd day,

and everything's perfect.

How do you know what day it happened?

Well, I was there.

I'm gonna kill you, sucker!

No one messes around

with my man, Leroy.

I'm gonna cut you, white meat.

Cut this!

Come on back, you motherf***er!

Charlie!

Hey, black boy!

Goddamn it.

Cops!

Let's get out of here!

Come on!

Great work stealing that book, patsy.

This is gonna be f***ing great!

Pretty good Chinese restaurant.

We could have it for breakfast

tomorrow, you know.

We can have it for lunch,

and I might not have to cook it.

Andy, come on.

Let's go in the house.

Wait a minute. I just wanna

see what the hell they want.

Andy.

Do you guys want something?

Andy!

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

What is that?

I don't know.

It's stage blood or something.

Well, what kind of stupid

idiots would do that?

I don't know. Come on.

Let's just go inside.

God.

Who do you think they were?

I don't know. They were kids

from the school, I guess, foolin' around.

- Look at that. It's all over me.

- It's ridiculous.

Come on.

Let's go clean up.

A biggie. Come on.

Come on. Get your act together.

Get it up. Come on.

Get it up.

Get it up.

If only it was real.

Get up.

How you doing, ugly?

All right.

Yeah.

I spend the money

'Cause I don't care

I hurt my brother

'Cause I don't care

A time to communicate,

A time to be sure

A time to live all day,

A time to be good

F*** you!

You got no sense, oh, oh

Watch it, kids.

Get your f***ing feet out of the way!

Look.

That haircut's great.

Who's first?

Vinnie Cuntino this year's poster boy?

Come on. Move, move.

Vinnie Cuntino, Mr. Stegman.

Hi, Vinnie.

How you doing?

What can we do for you, Vinnie?

Yeah, I'd like to work for you guys.

- How old are you?

- 14.

14?

Well, we'll get back to you.

We'll let you know.

Yeah, don't be a stranger, Vinnie.

- Next!

- Sally!

Come on!

Peter, this is Sally.

She wants some toot.

If you'll supply, she'll hook for us.

Coke whore, huh?

Our drugstore...

I'm sure we have something

this young lady can sample.

But of course.

Generosity is our middle name.

- Don't be greedy.

- Okay.

Class operation. You wanna?

We only use the very best.

Why don't you make her

take her clothes off?

Take your clothes off.

- You really want me to take my...

- Take your clothes off!

Suburbanite.

So, Sally, what do you do for a living?

- What do you think?

- I don't think.

Still learning it, huh?

Very good.

Well, do I get the job?

Yeah, well, first you

have to go through tryouts.

- Fallon?

- Yeah?

You wanna check out this merchandise?

You got a moment?

- Yeah? You got a moment?

- Sure.

And she was never seen again.

I'm gonna watch.

Another day, another dollar.

Next!

Okay. What I wanna do

is put together a junior symphony,

made up of students from

the two senior classes.

Any volunteers?

Okay...

I guess nobody wants to get out of

some of their classes for rehearsals.

Going to a city symphony competition?

Win trophies?

- Money?

- Yeah.

Okay, not so fast.

You're gonna have to take

a test on sight-reading,

and I wanna hear you all take a shot

at playing a piece cold.

So open your music.

Let's see what we've got.

This is called the "1812 overture."

It's by a Russian composer

named Tchaikovsky.

And it's...

It's very exciting.

It's very dramatic.

And you're gonna have to work

your butts off.

The class begins at 10:00,

sharp, Mr. Stegman.

I don't want you in this class.

I don't care where you go

or what you do.

I'll mark you present,

give you an incomplete.

But I want you to take your friends

and go back to wherever you came from.

Ivory Joe from Kokomo.

Knock it off.

Knock it off!

Come on.

Out.

Do I get the gig, teacher?

- Where'd you learn how to play like that?

- Do I get the f***ing gig?

No.

Maybe I'll give you a shot when

you grow up. Now get out.

Stegman doesn't play in other

people's a**hole bands anyway!

I love 'em.

They remind me that the world

is still a rational place.

There is nothing more rational

than the so-called lower animal.

Did you know that?

Here, you want a hug?

Are you sure you won't join me?

- I hope this is the right stuff.

- No, I got hall patrol.

What is wrong, Andrew?

Are you afraid that I might sully...

the reputation of Lincoln High

by my drinking on duty?

To the lower animals.

They never kill each other

without good reason.

I'll see you later, Terry.

To you.

Mr. Norris, when is rehearsal?

There isn't one.

It's tomorrow.

Hey, hey, watch it.

Jimmy, man, why do you wanna

mess with that sh*t?

- It's gonna help me play.

- That's bullshit.

It's bad news, man.

What the f***'s going on here?

Either buy it or walk.

What the f***'s the matter

with you? It's okay.

All right, well, just hurry up, okay?

Okay.

Hello, sweetheart.

- 3-0. $30. You got that, right?

- Yeah.

Sure you do.

Yeah.

Give him the money. That's very good.

Okay, all yours.

I know. It's nothing.

Love that angel dust.

Okay, in the hooter.

That's what it's for.

There you go.

Nice and beautiful.

Let's do it again.

That's right.

We're putting another one

on the payroll, honey.

Take it easy, man. All right.

This is off.

We got company now. Mr. Norris.

Okay, everybody line up over here

and turn out your pockets.

Let's go.

Hey, come on.

What's the problem, teacher?

Let's go!

- Can I finish my pee first?

- Do it or I call the cops!

This is bullshit, man.

I ain't got no pockets.

Let's go.

You buying, Arthur?

I don't mess with that sh*t, Mr. Norris.

And neither does Jimmy.

Okay, get lost.

Just these two.

You guys come with me.

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