Jack Page #4

Oh, boy.

Come on!|Get 'em, Jack!

Yes!

You said stand here.

- Just move your feet.|- Okay, move my feet.

- Pez?|- Sure, thanks.

Stand here and move my feet.|Move my feet.

Come on!|Come on!

- Jack, get him!|- Yeah!

- Hello, McFly.|- Hello.

- You gotta block him.|- Invincible!|- Yes!

Fake out.

Come on, Jack!|Block him!

- Yea!|- Yes!

- No!|- No!

Good work.

- Get him!|- You get him!|- That's right, Mario!

- Give us the ball.|- Losers take out.

Defence! Defence! Defence!

Defence! Defence!|Defence! Defence!

- Defence! Defence! Defence!|- Come on, John-John!

- Catch it! Catch it!|- Put it in the hole, Jack!

- Yeah!|- Like that's real fair.

We're kickin'|some major butt!

- That was good.|- Give me the ball.

Hey! What'd you stick at him?

Loser takes out!

Losers take out!

Give it to Mario!

- Mario!|- Shut up! Shut up!

- Loser!|- Next time.

Shoot it back.|Get it!

Get it!

- Victor!|- Bouncer.

Unstoppable!

Come on, man. Give it up.|Come on, Victor.

- Give it up!|- Get off me!

Get off of him! Man!

Everybody take out your notebooks.|We have a new assignment.

And it's something I want you to|put some serious thought into.

- I would like you all|to write an essay--|- Oh!|- Mm.

On what you would want to be|when you grow up.

Be sure to include reasons|for your choices...

and watch the spelling,|punctuation and grammar, please.

You'll have till the end|of the semester to finish it.

Write the date on the top|of the page. Don't forget.

- You too, George. The date.|- I want to be a gynaecologist.

If that's so, then I want|good reasons why.

You are the reason why,|Miss Marquez.

I want you to think about this.

It's going to be|a big part of your grade.

Maybe you ought to think about|using one of the choices|from the board. All right?

We're gonna have to change|your name from Jack to Shaq.

Nice shooting. Way to go.

Please, people. Don't leave this|till the last minute.

This the kind of assignment|I want you to spend some time on.

You have the whole semester to do it.|Just take your time.

Don't sit down and write it all|in the last weekend.

- Hey, guys.|- I got the new blueprints|for the new tree house.

- We made it.|- Hey, guys. It's finally Friday.

Who are we waitin' for?|What's her name?

- Mrs Durante.|- Mrs Durante.|- Yeah.

Problem is, we don't have|any "Playboys."

- Are you done with it?|- I hear George has a new girlfriend.

- Right over there.|- Hey, guys, I gotta go.|- Glasses.

- Tree house in an hour, all right?|- She's late.

- Yeah.|- We can't stay here all day.

- I think we'd better go back inside.|- We'll go back inside.

Hey. Great game today.

Thanks. Thanks for pickin' me.

Now you gotta do me|another favour.

- What kind of favour?|- Follow me.

Listen, my mother's coming here|to meet the principal today.

- She wants to talk to him.|- So?

- Well, you're gonna be the principal.|- Wh-What?

You gotta do it.|My mom talks to Principal McGee,|he'll tell her I've been bad.

- Well, have you been bad?|- Well, I haven't done homework|since, like, the third grade.

- W-- Your dog must be pretty full.|- Yeah, right.

Here she is.|You gotta do it. Here.

- Louie, I can't be a principal.|- Turn around.

- I can't do this.|- Turn around!

Principal McGee's really old!

- I can't do this.|- Louie!|- It's a fib.

Oh, hi, honey.

Oh, sweetie, The Beef and Brew|only gave me 10 minutes off.

So I gotta hustle.|Hi, sweetie.

- Hi.|- Hello.

- So, where's the principal?|- Um--

This is Principal Powell.|He's new here.

- Oh.|- He just came a couple of weeks ago.

- I told him you were coming.|- Oh, well, hello, Mr Powell.

My name is Delores,|but my friends call me D.D.

So tell me, what happened|to Principal McGee?|I just talked to him on the phone.

I don't know what happened|to Mr McGee. Mr Powell?

- He got diarrhoea.|- Diarrhoea?

Yeah, he got diarrhoea.

Uh, and he-- he spewed.

Threw up. Yeah, he had--|And, uh, he had the squirts.

- He had diarrhoea.|- Oh, boy, that's more|than I needed to know.

- He-He had to go to the hospital.|Appendicitis.|- Yeah.

- He had a bellyache.|- Oh, my God, appendicitis.|Oh, that's too bad.

Well, honey, listen. I swiped you|a chocolate mousse from the restaurant.

So go sit down and eat it|while I talk to the principal.

- No, let me stay, Mom.|- Oh, sweetie, please don't|bust my chops over everything.

Go sit down. Oh, God, you see?|That's what I'm talking about.

He-- He doesn't listen. I mean, I don't|know whether it's all kids or just him.

- Am I right?|- What'd you say?

I said kids don't listen.|Am I right?

- Don't listen. No.|- Yeah. Well, that's what I thought.

Of course, you could say|the same thing about men too.

- Probably your wife does all the time.|- Oh, no.

- Aren't you married?|- Married?

- No, I'm not married.|- I'm divorced, myself.

And that's another thing, you know.|Ever since my husband left us...

he's got such|a chip on his shoulder.

Potato or corn?

Anyway, uh, you know.

He's-- He's starting|to get interested in girls.

I found some dirty magazines|under his bed.

Wh-What am I supposed to do about that?|What? l-l don't know what to do.

Uh, it's a tough age.

I know. I mean,|l-l-l-- I remember.

I mean, I re--|I'm remembering now.

- It's a tough age.|- Uch!|- Rough, tough age.

- Feh.|- Feh.

So, tell me, meanwhile,|how is he doin'?

'Cause last September|he was failing out miserably.

Oh, um, Louie's showing|a lot of improvement.

- He's on a roll, really.|- Really?

- Rolling.|- A roll?|- Really.

- Rolling along.|- Really, really rolling along.

- Wow.|- Wow.

And, uh, I would say,|uh, he's, uh...

the smartest kid|in the whole school.

Yeah. If not, maybe|the smartest kid I've ever met.

Oh, my God! I can't believe|I'm finally getting a good report.

It makes me so happy.

I mean, I can't believe|you're telling me this.

'Cause you know, this means|that maybe he's happy...

and I made the right decision|about moving us out here.

Listen, you know...

if you want to have|lunch or something...

we can talk about Louie and, you know,|just kind of shoot the breeze.

- What do you think?|- Don't.|- Oh.

- Got a problem?|- It's bad for you.

Since when is bein' bad...

bad?

Oh, no.

Oh, here she goes.

So, um, what do you think?|Do you wanna do lunch?

I get a discount|at the Beef and Brew.

Well, my mom brings my lunch usually.|I mean, she makes it.

Honey, you've got to cut|those apron strings.

- Hi, sweetie.|- Hi.

Hi, angel. Well, Mr Powell's been|telling me what a good boy you've been.

-I told you.|-And I didn't believe you, but now I do.

And I'm gonna give Mr Powell|my number at work...

so that you can call me|and let me know how he's doing.

Can stay on top of things.

That's my number at work.|You can get me there anytime.

Well, my mom said|I shouldn't touch matches.

Oh, you live with your mother?

- Well, yeah, at night.|- Well, to each his own.|- Yeah.

Anyway, you can call me, uh,|to talk about Louis...

or, you know, any old thing.

So, uh-- Oh, and that's Memories.

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