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Wait just a second!

[Both yelling]

Here, come in here.

Down in here.

Patrick?

Mom, mom, this is my room,

this is my sanctum!

I knocked,

but you didn't hear.

I thought you left.

[Turns music down] I did.

But then it occurred to me,

I really should

call the f.B.I.

Mom, you called

the f.B.I.?!

Oh, my god!

Why are you so upset

about that?

Upset? do I look upset?

Me, upset? No.

I've been trying for the last

half hour to get through,

then I finally I did--

i got a recording.

[Exhales] mom,

i say we don't

tell the feds

anything, huh?

I mean, maybe the cuz

just, uh,

maybe he just needs

a little breathing room.

Patrick?

what?

What are these?

Uh...garments?

Oh, mom, I wouldn't

touch those if I were you.

Please, please,

I'll wash them, I promise.

I thought we had a deal.

Think about it! If you don't

have any underwear tomorrow,

who are you gonna

complain to?

Mom, I didn't have

any underwear today.

Did you hear me

make a peep?

This sanctum

is worse

than the black hole

of Calcutta.

She's always saying that.

Has she ever been

to Calcutta? No!

[Door closes]

It's ok, Max, it's safe.

Max, Max!

[Moaning]

I am dismayed.

I am deeply,

deeply dismayed.

Now, can anyone guess why?

Ethan?

Would you care

to hazard a guess?

I didn't think you would.

Your essays, class,

were execrable.

All right!

[Laughter]

I am likening your work

to human bodily waste.

With one notable exception.

Impressive work,

Mr. o'roarke.

Momentarily forgetting

your impoverished vocabularies,

your misinterpretation

of historical facts,

ha!

Allow me

to site an example.

And I will,

however, spare

the unfortunate author.

In selecting for a topic

the Nixon years,

our author shows

a stunning naivet.

Ha ha.

Now, none of you

are old enough to remember,

as I do, how Nixon's

countrymen betrayed him.

But, was Richard Nixon

really to blame?

No.

He was a target.

A victim.

Campus radicals

needed a scapegoat

to justify their own

shoddy idealism.

Hmm. Mr. hauser,

you appear to be

writhing in your seat.

Is this

a nervous condition?

Oh, yes, it is,

it's a nervous condition.

What? no, no,

it's not a nervous

condition.

Oh.

Mrs. billings,

i don't mean to be rude,

but, uh,

no one destroyed

president Nixon.

The man destroyed himself.

The secret bombings

in Cambodia,

he rigged

a presidential election!

The media didn't

create that.

He put it down on tape!

You're not old enough

to know who did what.

That's my job.

And the one thing

i will not have

in my classroom

is anarchy.

Anarchy? the man lied!

He resigned a disgrace!

I mean, is it anarchy

to discuss the facts?

Mr. hauser,

this is my classroom.

I decide what are

and are not facts.

You, sir, are in my class.

Please sit down.

Mrs. billings,

we're all adults here.

I mean, you seem like

a fairly reasonable person.

I mean, really,

is it your class...

Or is it our class?

It's her class,

dickbrain!

Shawn?

I didn't expect to see you

back in here so soon.

[Indistinct chatter]

Thank you.

Man on P.A.:
Last night,

our intrepid football team,

your own topsail pirates,

play their first game

of the season

against new Hanover.

It was not our most--

here's the guy Max

that did it.

Hey, Max.

Yo, Max.

What's up?

Make a move, morenski,

and you're dead.

What do you want?

Your car keys

and your credit card.

Patrick! that's not funny!

Hey, relax, I was

just kidding!

Max, how you doin'?

I don't get it, Patrick.

People I don't know

are talking to me.

Hey, you asked for it.

I mean, word is out.

Hey, noble move,

Maxwell.

The man has

definite potential.

We should talk,

know what I'm sayin'?

Bust a move, fellas.

I wish I could

walk like that.

Potential?

what's he talking about?

Oh, it's no wonder young girls

are turning to bulimia.

What is this stuff?

You don't

want to know.

Hi.

hi.

Oh, hi.

Uh...

Uh...oh,

Andrew--

Max.

Max, uh,

this is Chloe,

and this is Ryan.

Well, uh, hello...

Chloe and, uh--

Ryan.

Ryan.

I heard you had to go

see Dr. gusick.

I'm really sorry

about that.

Oh, it's my fault.

It's my big mouth.

No, but I still

owe you one.

[Both giggling]

Max:
why is that?

You were defending

my essay.

Oh! so, uh, you're

the unfortunate author.

That's me.

Better be careful.

Max:
yeah. Oh, please,

sit down, sit down.

Well, it sounded like

a really interesting essay.

I'd love to

read it sometime.

Yeah.

Her father was

a pilot in Vietnam.

I hear his side

of it all the time.

Uh, well, Maxwell,

gotta motor.

There's a dodge aires

out there

with my name on it.

Hey, uh,

you stay off

the streets, all right?

See you later, Ryan.

Bye.

bye.

[Grunts]

thanks, Patrick.

Hickey.

Chloe...

Hi.

If you'll

excuse us...

Come on, Ryan.

I gotta go.

Um, can I meet you later?

No, I have

practice later.

Then after that,

I have a campaign meeting.

Come on.

I'll be there

in a little bit, ok?

Yeah, sure.

I'm out of here.

Ryan:
Kevin...

Me, too. I'll see you

later, Ryan.

Wait up, Kevin.

Did you really

mean it?

That you want to

read my essay?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I did.

Oh, heh.

Here, but you have to

ignore all the red ink.

Billings kind of

had a field day

with the comments.

Wow. heh heh.

Wall street journal?

Not the usual literature

for an anarchist.

Well, uh...

I'm not

the usual anarchist.

I kind of

sensed that. Heh.

Bye, Max.

Bye-bye, Ryan.

[Tires screech]

Both hands--

two hands at all times,

two hands.

Slow down.

Making a left--

what's the drill?

Signal,

check the mirror.

Then when it's clear,

make the move.

Give me a left.

[Tires screeching]

[Honking]

We're gonna be killed!

Aah!

Step on the brake!

Uhh.

Aah!

stop it!

Pull over!

Look out for that car!

Patrick:
oh, god!

[All screaming]

Student:
hey, look, man,

let me out.

Me, too, man. I can't take

any more of this.

[Grunting]

what? what?

That wasn't even close.

Patrick,

just pull over!

[Wheezing]

Unh.

Man on P.A.:
Senior class

elections coming up.

I'd like to remind you all

that nominations must be in

by no later than

this Friday.

Girl:
whoo!

Check with miss billings--

ha ha, Maxwell!

Check this out.

I'm running your

campaign, Max.

You're gonna take down

o'roarke,

you know

what I'm saying?

Yeah.

He's overwhelmed.

I knew

you'd dig it.

No! no,

i don't dig it.

Check it out, check it out.

These posters

are only the beginning.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Yo, bust it!

[Beatboxing]

now

all:
vote

for the man,

the man is mad Max

yes, he will

give us justice

abolish the tax

he'll make

lunch longer

and make

class shorter

we'll get Perrier

instead of water

now, the d*ckhead

o'roarke

has been

2 years standing

now, listen to

a word

of what

we're demanding

so, the thing

to do

if you want

big fu-un

just vote for

mad Max

all:
'cause he's

down with Clinton

grr!

I did mention that

you might not be interested.

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