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special restaurant or somethin'.

Mm-hmm.

So, does it sound good?

Because whoever wins the, uh,

the... the Dylan-Dylan contest...

- The what?

- Goes there for dinner with me.

Hey, what's the Dylan-Dylan

contest about?

Well.

There's Bob Dylan,

who we've been reading.

And then...

there's Dylan Thomas,

who also wrote poems.

If you can find the poem

written by Dylan Thomas...

that is like a poem

written by Bob Dylan,

you win the Dylan-Dylan contest.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man

Play a song for me

I'm not sleepy and there

is no place I'm going to

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man

Play a song for me

In the jingle-jangle morning

I'll come following you

Yo, every f***in' poem

Dylan Thomas wrote is about death, man.

Now, how we supposed to know

which one to write?

"The sniper laid him low,

and strewed his brains.

"One would not think

the greenness of this valley...

could let a day be sick

with so much blood."

Man, that's some Rambo-Schwarzenegger

bullshit you found.

- That's how it's supposed to be, right?

- No.

- There's supposed to be killing sh*t.

- But it... But it don't...

But it don't even mean the same as

"I will not go under the ground."

Now you're some sort of

poetic critic, now, right?

- Oh, well, it don't.

- Thank you.

Okay. Listen to this.

"Do not go gentle

into that good night.

"Old age should burn

and rave at close of day.

Rage, rage against

the dying of the light."

Where's the code?

Where's the death?

Night. All that stuff about night.

That's death.

So it's "Don't go gentle

into that good death."

Yeah, but I think "good"

is sarcastic.

When he say, "Do not go gentle,"

that's like sayin', "Don't go easy."

- So it's the same as

"I will not go down."

- We just won us a motherfucking chicken.

Shh.

This is the life

Everyone has to be somewhere

Oh

I am here

This is the life

This is the life

- This is my

- Well, the results of the

Dylan-Dylan contest are in.

- Life

- The winners are...

- That's me. Right here.

- Sit down. I am Bob Dylan. Sit down.

- Yo, shh! Shh!

- Sorry, Miss Johnson.

- Shh.

- Shh.

Raul, Durrell and Callie!

- Congratulations.

- Thanks.

- Here's your certificate.

- Hey!

- Congratulations.

Congratulations, Callie.

Okay!

But there are no losers in this class.

You guys did great.

You all get to pick a prize

from the box.

How come they get a prize

when they got the wrong answer?

Well, because sometimes

it takes a lot of wrong answers

to get to the right one.

Hey, everyone can't be right,

'cept for us!

Come on up.

- Miss Johnson?

- Hey, Callie.

- Um, I wanted to talk to you

about the restaurant.

- Uh-huh.

- I can't go.

- Why?

Because I have to work at this

supermarket every night until

June and I already told them...

Oh, isn't there any way

to get out of it?

No. Because of the schedule

and everything, I have to do it.

- But thank you anyway.

- Well, o-okay. Well.

Shoot.

Well, no, it's okay. If you

can't come to dinner, then, uh,

well, we'll bring dinner to you.

- Really?

- Mm-hmm.

- Thank you.

- I'm taking orders, Miss Roberts.

I couldn't find a parking space.

It's okay.

I just got here myself.

- Oh, you look very handsome.

- How 'bout this jacket?

It's fantastic.

Go ahead, touch it.

It's real leather.

- Ooh!

- Hey, where's Callie?

Oh, she had to work.

Where's Durrell?

- Oh, he had to work too.

- Oh.

Well, I guess it's just

you and me, handsome.

I guess so.

Oh. Ladies first.

Thank you.

- Hey, are you sure

they got chicken?

- Mm-hmm.

May I tell you a little

about this evening's specials?

The chef is featuring foie gras

with smoked duck and figs

on a hill of bulgar.

Uh, salmon tartar

in potato gaufrette...

over wild mushrooms,

and fennel salad.

Uh, for the entree

we're featuring...

a complex shellfish

pan roast with orso,

a touch of comfit and a broth

thickened with lobster shell oil.

All very, very good.

- Could we have

a few minutes, please?

- Ah, yes.

Thank you.

- Are you sure they got chicken?

- Yes.

Here. See, it's right there,

sweetie. You see? Poulet.

And when the waiter comes back,

you may as well talk to him.

It'll be good practice

for your summer job interviews.

I can't talk to that guy. He probably

thinks I'm weird or something.

He does not. He can't help

but notice your natural charm.

You just look him straight

in the eye and you talk to him

like you would anyone else.

Now, go ahead and call him over.

Go ahead.

Just give him a little nod.

- Are we ready?

- Okay, I'll have the chicken.

A whole one.

And I'll have the same.

And one to go, please.

One to go. Thank you.

Hey, Miss J?

I was wondering maybe, like,

in the next couple of days, if l...

- Is everything all right?

- Everything's fine. Thank you.

All right.

Now don't be mad or nothing,

but I gotta be absent...

for a couple of days

without your coming to my house.

It's important.

- You'll have to tell me why.

- I got some sh*t to do.

I gotta make some money

to pay back this guy.

This doesn't sound important

enough to cut school.

It is. I gotta pay

for this jacket.

See, I got it off the street

from this guy for 200 dollars,

and he said he'd trust me

for it until Friday.

Why did you buy it on the street

instead of in a store?

Are you crazy? You know how much

this would cost in a store?

I needed a nice jacket and fast,

and I got it from this guy

'cause he cut me a deal...

'cause he stole it, probably.

So, are you gonna go out and get

a job or are you gonna go out

and steal too to pay him back?

Miss J, I gotta pay him back.

He'll kill me.

I didn't have nothing to wear!

Fine. I'll lend it to you.

I can't take your money.

Teachers are poor. Everyone knows that.

Well, you don't really

have a choice, do you?

If you don't pay the guy back,

he'll kill you.

If you cut school, I'll tell

your father and he'll kill you.

- So I'm your only way out.

- Oh, man.

- But I do have one condition.

- Big?

- Huge.

- What do you want, interest?

- Mm-mmm. Bigger.

- Jesus Christ, what is it?

Well.

- Would you like dessert?

- No!

- Another glass of wine?

- Oh, no, I'm fine. Thank you.

- Coffee, perhaps?

- Hey, man, we're talking!

So, what's the condition?

You have to pay me back

on the day you graduate.

But... But what if I don't graduate?

Well, then you'll never

pay me back the money.

But I know that if you say you will,

you'll kill yourself keeping your word.

Well, what do you say?

I don't get it. Why do you

care so much if I graduate?

Weird, isn't it?

All right, I'll pay you back.

- You have my word.

- Hey.

It is a very nice jacket.

Thank you.

- Hey.

- Oh, hi!

- Hi.

- How you doin'?

- Oh, good.

I think this is the first time

I ever brought food into a supermarket.

- Yeah, I can smell it from here.

- Yeah.

- Good. Thanks.

Well, Raul says if you don't like it,

he'll take it off your hands.

Oh, please.

Like hell he will.

Callie, could you help load

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