Dangerous Minds Page #3

- Yeah. I must piss right now.

You'd better believe it.

Okay, what verb that we used

today is the most powerful?

- Die.

- Piss.

Oh, you so stupid!

- Choose.

- Choose.

- What's your name?

- Callie.

Callie, why?

Because that's the difference between

owning your life and being afraid.

Saying "I choose"

no matter what.

You mean, like a guy's got

a gun to your head...

and he's pulling the trigger

and you say, "I choose to die"?

No, you ain't choosin' to die,

but you can choose to die

without screaming, right?

I mean, you could always

choose somethin'.

- Not where I live.

- Sh*t.

Did you read that

somewhere in this class?

No. In our class we readin'

this book called

My Darling, My Hamburger.

- From this.

- My what?

- My Darling, My Hamburger.

- Hamburger?

Possessive pronoun, noun,

possessive pronoun.

- Oh, watch it, girl.

- Let's see.

E-Excuse me.

- Excuse me, Miss Johnson.

- Uh... Oh, yes.

Would you stop by the principal's office

before your next class, please?

Mr. Grandey would like

to speak to you.

The principal!

Oooh, White Bread in trouble!

Yes. I'll talk to you later.

Bye-bye.

Miss Johnson, this is an office.

We knock before we enter.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Please.

Now, Miss Johnson,

I'm taking into consideration

the fact that you're new...

and therefore don't know that teaching

karate is against school policy...

and can lead to a lawsuit

in case of an injury.

But you can avoid this kind of error...

you simply follow the curriculum...

dictated by

the Board of Education.

Well, um, sir, that's

almost impossible, um...

Most of my students don't

even know what a verb is.

If you're going to teach them,

I'm sure there's a better sentence

than "We choose to die."

I'm sure there are, but l...

l-I needed a sentence that

would get their attention...

- Mmm.

- And, well, it had to

be better than this.

Miss Johnson, that is the approved

curriculum for second period.

Your class.

Now, I know the newer the teacher,

the smarter she is,

but l-I'm afraid you're just going to

have to go along with our policies,

even if you don't

agree with them.

- All right?

- Mm-hmm.

What a f***in' idiot.

- Griffith.

- Don't let them get to you.

I'm not. L-In fact, I'm about to

challenge the entire curriculum.

- If I could just find the paper

in the xerox room.

- You can't. There isn't any.

- What do you mean?

- I mean there isn't any.

I mean, we're out of xerox paper and

art paper and we're short on pencils.

But we do have plenty of students.

I guess that, uh, balances things out.

Thanks.

Another f***in' idiot.

No, I can't run, I can't hide

from all this pressure

If I sell out, that means

I'm coppin' to a lesser charge

- And whenever there's a will

baby, there's a way

- Sh*t!

Each one teach one I always say

the murder rate is risin'

Society ain't scarin'me

Life is like a puzzle

Ain't no tellin'

when they'll bury me

- Problems, problems

How are we gonna solve 'em

- So, what's on today's

lesson plan?

A little kickboxing?

Some, uh, target practice, huh?

No. My own little

secret weapon.

Problems, problems

How are we gonna solve 'em

Okay, so, "never" is...

- It's a verb!

- Adverb! Adverb!

- Adverb! Adverb!

Adverb! Fantastic!

- Whoo!

- You guys'll be reading poetry soon.

- You guys are sharp.

- Oh, my...

- Whoa!

- Okay.

- Homeboy!

- King of the calle.!

Sit down, sit down, sit down.

- Sit down.

- Honorable sensei. Hmm.

It's obvious that "homeboy" is a noun.

Noun is correct!

Well, give me my damn candy bar.

- Whoo!

- Thank you.

Boy, poetry will be a piece

of cake for this crowd.

Yo, how come you keep sayin' poetry?

What's poetry got to do with this sh*t?

Poetry? Well...

Because if you can read poetry,

you can read just about anything, hon.

- When you're ready for poetry,

you're ready for bear.

- I say bring on the bear!

- I'm always ready for bear. Sh*t.

- I'm always ready to see you bare.

- Whoa!

- Oh, shut up, you stupid!

- Oh, yeah? Ohh! Ohh!

Well, okay, here's the bear.

So what the f*** is that?

- I just happen to have copies

of-of... of a poem...

- Wait for me! Sh*t!

- That's okay.

- Written by the greatest poet.

My Darling, My Hamburger.

How's that?

- Okay, here's the deal.

- She was joking about the bear.

When we finish this assignment,

I am gonna take...

all of you...

to a place that has...

the highest parachute jumps,

the biggest roller coaster,

the best rides,

the most delicious hot dogs,

the hardest games...

and the best prizes

in the world.

- You're kiddin'.

- For real?

- And we don't gotta pay for it?

- Huh?

- And we don't gotta pay for it?

- Not a penny.

So then, who pays?

The Board of Education.

- Lord, did you hear that?

- I don't believe it.

- Sound good?

- Hey!

That's bullshit, man!

I'm sorry?

Since when has the Board of Education

done anything for us, huh?

Yeah, man, we f***in'

barely get lunch.

Well, I'm sorry you feel

that way, Emilio.

Good.

- Uh, Durrell, you wanna read

the first four lines?

- Oh, man, you trippin', man.

I ain't readin'. You trippin'.

- Okay, how about the f...

- You've got to read it.

- How about the first line?

I'm scared to death, motherf***er,

all right? That's all.

- Move slowly to the right, people.

- Yep, yep

Miss Johnson.

- You better be for real.

- Yep, yep

- Yep, yep

- Miss Johnson?

Yes, Callie?

If you wanna get the class

to listen, get Emilio.

- Yep, yep

- It's all right

- It's all right

- As you may have heard

- Yeah

- To smoke a fat one

- To smoke a fat one

- And drink a Thunderbird

- Drink a Thunderbird

- It's okay

- It's okay

- To play this loud

- Mister DJ, don't mean

to sweat you down

- Wait

- I'll get you,

you little f***er.

- Yep

- Poetry?

- Poetry, yeah.

- These kids?

- Why not these kids?

Well, hey, go for it.

No, but I gotta find a gimmick

first, you know. Something

that'll grab their attention.

- Who's your favorite poet, Griffith?

- My favorite?

- Oh, there are so many.

How do I choose?

- I'm serious.

Mmm. Serious. Okay.

- Big D. Dylan.

- Get out!

Why not?

Well, I don... He's n... You know,

he's not for everybody.

I mean, he's a little

long-winded, don't you think?

I suppose that's 'cause

he wrote drunk.

He had a drinking problem?

Well, the guy's Welsh.

There ain't a lot to do there.

I thought he was from Minnesota.

You know, if the guy's your

favorite poet, you might want

to read up on him a little bit.

He was Welsh and

he drank himself to death.

Dead? He's not dead.

I saw him yesterday on MTV.

You saw Dylan Thomas on MTV.

No. Bob Dylan.

Oh...

- Bob Dylan? Ohh!

- He looked dead. He looked dead.

- Ohh!

- Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man

Play a song for me

"Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man..."

- Tambourine!

- Tambourine!

- Tangerine.

"T-Tambourine Man,

"Play a song for me

I'm not sleepy and there is

no place I'm going to"

Wow, he can read.

Thank you. Taiwana?

The next three lines, Taiwana.

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