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- Why are you here?

Hey mam, clam down.

We'll go talk about this

in the Dean's Office.

- I ain't goin' nowhere with you.

Look, miss, I know

you're angry

but they won't listen to you,

you need to talk to me.

- Racist b*tch, I'ma sue

your ass. - Come on, ladies.

This way

- Ladies

- What happened?

B*tch, if you gimme

any mo' sh*t in the class

and I'ma getta my niggas

f***in' gang rape your ass!

- Excuse me. Are you

new here? - It's, first day.

Welcome. That was quite

a scene back there.

I was a little stunned.

But it's actually safe here.

- Sorry, I'm Miss Madison.

- I am Henry, Henry Barth.

Whatever is on my mind,

I say there's a feeling.

I'm truthful to myself.

I am young,

and I'm old.

I've been bought

and I've been sold,

so many times.

I am hard to face.

I am gone.

I am just like you.

Patricia!

Patricia!

- Hello? - Henry, it's Rita,

from the hospital.

He's done it again, you

need to get down here.

Bastards, leave me alone!

Why aren't you

handling this?

I can't get him out!

- You come and get him.

- Patricia.

Thanks.

Grandpa, come on.

It's Henry, open the door.

Patricia!

No, it's Henry. It's Henry.

- Who?

- It's Henry.

Grandpa, please, open...

Open the door.

Hi, sweetheart.

I thought you were

your mom.

You're dressed okay, there...

Were you going somewhere?

Now I'm goin' to work.

You are tired, OK?

It's very, very late so I need

you to go to sleep, OK?

Lets come to bed.

How're you doin', huh?

Some old people sleep

a lot before they die.

Isn't that silly?

F***.

- Everything okay?

- You shut up!

You listen

I know you're just some

under-educated drone

passing the time with

these old dying people

But I'm paying for his assisted

living, and you're not assisting him.

I told you, take the lock

off of his bathroom door!

You know how he gets

at night and forgets?

So you need to be there for

him, to make him feel safe.

Let me be very clear here!

You stop neglecting his needs

or I'll start f***ing with yours!

I will have you fired!

Then it's gonna

be your family!

Your children,

are gonna be at risk!

You got it?!

I got it.

Don't you ever make me come

down here again at this hour, OK?

Gimme the f***in' money!

You heard me!

Gimmme the f***in' money!

Give me the f***ing

money now!

You think I like you?

Give me the f***ing money!

- You want money?

- Now!

Why are you following me?

I am not. It's late, you should

be home, not to screw men.

What? Are you crazy now?

- What the f*** is your deal, huh?

- Get away from me.

Why did you let that guy

beat the sh*t out of me?

- Huh? You just sat there, like you

were a f***in lemon or something.

Excuse me, I don't wanna

talk to you.

You think there's something

wrong with that?

Listen, little kid.

I don't know how old you

were when it all went wrong,

but this isn't

the f***ing answer, OK?

You'll figure it out,

'cause you're gonne get

really old really quick.

Know that! - Why are you

so mean to me, huh?

You don't think I have feelings?

Do you?

Do you have feelings?

Listen, pal!

I mean, between you and me

you look like you've got

more problems than me.

- Oh really?

- Yeah, really!

- So come on, I'll make you better.

- What are you doing? Get off, please.

- Are you flerting with me?

- Nothing,

I'm just offering to hang out,

if you know what I mean.

- I don't wanna hang out with you.

- I don't know. You seem kinda lonely.

Maybe we go back

to your place just relax.

Afraid you'll like it?

I'm afraid you've been

f***ed and thrown away

so many times

you've gotten used to it.

F*** you, man!

F*** off, queer.

Have a good night, yeah.

Yeah, yeah!

Just walk away? Hey?

Where are you going?

"He just fucks

their sh*t up, and..."

"The ladies cry for me ..."

"At the funeral"

"'cause I aint around no more,"

"to d*cks that split up ..."

"Raw and sh*t ..."

"And ma boys all gets faded ..."

"pleasin' that skunk sh*t and f***."

Toni V.

You know it's funny

I spend a lot of time

trying to not have to deal,

to not really commit.

I am a substitute teacher.

There's no real

responsibility to teach.

The responsibility is

to maintain order,

make sure nobody kills

anybody in your classroom,

and then they get

to the next period.

"She used to be a sweet girl"

"She never seemed

disatisfied with her life."

"And why should she have been?"

"Her mother and I gave her

everything she needed ... "

"So why did she

become so angry?"

"So miserable and mean

all of a sudden"

"We don't know."

"Frankly, it doesn't reflect on us."

"We were good parents"

"But still, she repaid us

for all we've done"

"by killing herself"

"Stupid selfish Child"

"Now she'll never

get into Princeton"

No name.

"Hi Lupe, Dean Vargas again"

"I can't do it anymore"

" I ...um I quit! "

Oh, if it isn't

the lovely Dr. Parker.

Would you like a happy

help you through the day?

They're yummy.

I need you to fill in for Dean

Vargas in the second period.

I'm worried about you, Charlie.

I just, er... maybe love

watchin' you leave the room.

Mr. Seaboldt. He maintained

a sense of humor.

I think the sense of humor

is key. I don't posses it.

I mean, I do ...

in a tragic sort of way.

Whatcha doin' here, Mr. Sea?

Uhm, filling in for

Dean Vargas.

Vargas is a b*tch.

Talk sh*t, you get

slaped like a b*tch.

You're not gonna get me

no detention neither.

I'm gonna un-f*** your sh*t

uptight, you motherf***er!

Un-sh*t... No, un-f***

your sh*t uptight, motherf***er.

Wow! That is,

I mean, really poetic.

I mean, that's truly...

What, lyrical.

You should take that

on the stage.

I mean that sh*t sells itself.

Umm, hey who could talk

some of my thought says

I am going to un-f*** your

sh*t uptight, motherf***er.

I'll tell you what I will do, laddy.

I'll un-f*** your sh*t uptight.

And un-f*** it right uptight

up your ass, you motherf***er.

I'm going to un-f*** your sh*t

uptight, you motherf***er!

I'll tell what, um...

Why don't you have a seat,

OK? And then I'll...

I'll back shortly and we'll

discuss your bright future.

Okay, my man?

I mean, my motherf***er.

Okay, Mae West?

Ellen, can I see your nipples?

What? No!

Wrong.

See I... Actually I can.

See, that's the whole point,

you have to wear bra to school.

Look Mr. Seaboldt,

I'm just being me.

I don't tell you how to dress,

so you don't tell me.

Capiche?

Ellen, do you know

what that is?

It's a beautiful picture

of a sunset in Hawaii.

It's rather pretty, isn't it?

Now, Ellen.

Do you know what that is?

That's a vagina

infected with gonorrhea.

That's f***ing grose.

Yes very. So, you see,

when you come to school

dressed like that, you give

you give out the wrong signal.

Don't you want people

treat you with respect?

Yo! I get respect.

I don't give it up to

every dick in my face.

Every "dick" in your face.

That's respectful.

Put this on.

Wear that for the rest...

Hey I said wear that

for the rest of the day.

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