High School High Page #3

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See, real money talks.

Let's see if yours does.

I mean, there was a time...

when I tried all the self-help groups

like Outward Bound...

and that other one where a bunch of men

sit around a campfire naked...

beating drums and abusing themselves.

Then I tried drugs.

Prozac, Zantac, Monoxodil.

But in the end,

you know what I found worked for me?

Dim sum.

Whenever I'm feeling overwhelmed by life...

I just head to Chinatown.

Yo, Mr. Clark, Paco and his boys heading up

in here. You want us to serve them fools?

Look. Anferny, instead of using your fists...

try using this.

Head-butting?

Never mind.

Just pick a window and guard it.

Richard,

you're not really going to try and stop...

Paco and his gang from coming in, are you?

- They come to all the dances.

- Not anymore.

What if they got guns and knives

and everything?

Who'd bring guns and knives to a dance?

In that case,

maybe we'd better call the police.

No, wait. The last time they tried that,

four people ended up in the hospital.

I can see your point.

We can't have kids going to the hospital.

Who said anything about kids?

The cops were beaten senseless.

All right.

You take care of the music. Anferny,

you and your guys, you come with me.

Let's go.

Say, nice leather jacket.

- Men's Warehouse?

- Shut up, teach.

We're coming in, so stand aside.

Not this time, gentlemen.

This dance is for Barry students only.

We're not gonna have any gangs

inside our school.

- Who's gonna stop us?

- My gang.

We already up inside the school.

You call them bunch of pussies a gang?

Look, Paco, if you're interested

in coming back to school...

- and working towards a career...

- Shut up!

Are you gonna move aside...

or am I gonna have to turn your eyebrows

into a moustache?

Paco...

- why don't you chill out, man?

- Stay out of this, Griff.

- Since when you been down with O.P. P?

- What you tripping about?

- You with my girl.

- I am not your girl, Paco.

- Since when?

- We went on one date.

If I had known

you were gonna rob that liquor store...

trust me, I never would have gone.

No one got hurt, did they?

Only 'cause the clerk was wearing

a bulletproof turban.

All right, that's enough.

Fine. I don't want you anyway,

you super freak.

You're a real jack-off, you know that?

That's enough. I mean it.

We're all civilised human beings here.

Certainly we can come up

with a compromise.

All right. I just got some fresh wheels.

How about a chickee run?

- You're a real idiot, you know?

- That's good. Chickee run.

Isn't that better than fighting?

Okay, everybody, let's go. Back to dancing.

- And we'll see you in, what?

- Ten minutes. Beck's Bluff.

- See you at the Bluff.

- Thanks, pal.

Chickee run.

See? There's always an intelligent way

to solve our differences.

My God, Richard, do you have any idea

what you've just done?

Get lost, punk.

All right.

First one to jump out of the car

before the edge of the cliff loses.

Now remember, no ramming, no swerving...

and absolutely no use of brakes at any time.

All right, listen up, guys. Here's the deal.

When I drop this scarf...

you boys are gonna go.

No jumping the gun.

Ready...

set...

go!

Richard, just promise me you'll be careful.

Remember some things are irreplaceable.

Irreplaceable?

Nothing's gonna happen to me.

I was talking about my car!

Hey.

Griff. Paco. Listen to me, boys.

Going fast never solved anything.

This is no way to resolve a dispute.

We can work this mess out.

I want you both to get out of your cars

right now...

and we'll settle this in an adult manner...

like a fistfight.

There. That's better.

Nobody panic.

I'm okay.

Here's the tip.

Nobody has to know about this.

Our little secret.

Firefighters from all over

Southern California...

are still trying to contain the flames

that have blackened over 200 acres...

and caused several blocks of homes

to be evacuated.

The charred remains of three cars

were found in the rubble.

One, a classic Corvette,

has been described by experts...

as being irreplaceable.

I think we've heard enough bad news

for one day.

What we've been hearing are rumours...

that some of our students

may have been involved in this fire.

And very possibly, a teacher.

You wouldn't know anything about that,

would you, Mr. Clark?

No.

You know, Clark...

I've been thinking

that maybe we got off on the wrong foot.

I happen to be a woman

who has strong opinions...

about how this place should be run.

It's just possible

that you and I don't see eye-to-eye...

on our philosophies of education.

I've always been a woman of few words.

No miracles.

Dumping ground.

I'll need more words than that, ma'am.

All right. I'll spell it out for you.

Our primary job here...

is to warehouse these delinquents,

until such time as they can be released...

into the general population...

or sent to a real jail.

Look, although I may admire

and even appreciate your ideals...

I know what works, Mr. Clark.

I know what to expect from these kids...

and they know what to expect from me.

My hope is that you can fit into the pattern

here at Barry.

I guess I should get to class.

I've certainly enjoyed our chat...

and I'll take everything you've said to heart.

Clark!

Mr. Clark...

Chickee run, man. Yeah.

- Mr. Clark, you were smoking last night.

- Thanks, Anferny.

My man!

For you, Mr. Clark.

Richard, you forgot your briefcase.

How sweet. Is that for me?

Sorry about your car.

All right. I want everyone to take their...

seats.

Today, I'd like to talk about...

All right. I guess I won't need this anymore.

Let's begin, shall we?

Yesterday,

I was about to start with the Bill of Rights...

and what they mean to all of us.

Who can tell me about the Founding Fathers

and their doctrine?

Let me go, man.

That's not funny. Let go.

Your attention, please.

This is Principal Doyle

welcoming you once again...

to Barry High's weekly Career Day.

All the companies represented here

have been handpicked...

by me in order to give you

a full spectrum of safe and legal ways...

What's up, man?

I see you got a bright future ahead of you.

You wouldn't understand, Paco.

I'm trying to help my family.

See now, this is the sh*t

that's going to feed your family, not some...

rinky-dink job.

Go ahead, man. I'm sure you could use it.

I got a big deal going down, all right,

with DeMarco at Mr. A's Restaurant.

- You remember the zip code, right?

- Yeah.

I need a good mule.

- Are you up for it?

- I can't even think about that right now.

Who's asking you to think?

Ask Alonzo here. Thinking hurts.

Richard?

Hello?

You tell your boyfriend this is only

the beginning. He better back off.

Get your hands off of me!

Come on, I know you want this.

I read Mike Tyson's book.

Javier, come quick and bring your tools.

Don't worry, Victoria, I'm here.

Let me handle this.

Here, put this on.

Animal.

Get off of her.

Here, sit down.

Victoria.

No. Stay away from me.

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