Satisfaction

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Members of the faculty, parents,

fellow students...

...I'm honored and I'm proud

to be standing here today.

But more than that,

I'm really grateful...

...to all the teachers, friends,

and family members...

...who have supported and

helped me over the years.

To them I pledge

that I'll do my best...

...to justify the faith

that they've placed in me.

It's Bunny. Come on.

I wanna say...

...that in the four years we've been here,

we've seen great changes in our society.

Changes in its cultural values...

...economic priorities

and geopolitical posturing.

- All right.

I wanna say...

...that we've seen great changes

in our attitude towards race, sex...

...the environment,

our justice system...

Did you pop that vending machine

over on Fremont?

- So what?

- So that's my street.

And what you take from my street

belongs to me. Hand it over.

Ah! Sh*t!

Bunny.

Get her, man!

- Out of here.

- Yeah.

What the hell is wrong?

- I'm trying! I'm trying!

Get off my van, you scumbag.

- Holy sh*t.

Crazy mother.

I wanna say,

in the four years we've been here...

...we've seen great changes

in our society.

I wanna say these things, members

of the faculty, parents, former students.

- Frankie.

But, I can't. I can't...

You still going to that job at the beach?

...because the world

isn't much different.

- Frankie, I want to go.

As we leave today...

...to become part of that world,

we carry with us the hopes...

...and dreams of tomorrow.

- Oh, Frankie.

And perhaps we, in our turn,

can make a difference...

...because it seems to me,

we have the opportunity.

See, we can either get out there,

and we can make the kind of noise...

...that's gonna wake this world

from its stagnant slumber.

Or we can bloat ourselves,

like those who have gone before us...

...on the synthetic pap

sucked from the techno-tit...

...of those who will lead us

to their tyrannical bullshit...

...our apathetic asses

sometimes deserve.

Yeah.

What the hell?

- Billy's throwing offbeats.

- I like offbeats.

- Don't listen to what she's playing.

- How?

- She's jacked to the ceiling.

- I got a right to hear myself.

How long are we gonna

stay in this steam bucket anyway?

- My hair is beginning to frizz.

- Hey, guys, this is our last rehearsal.

Let's not blow it, okay?

Where the hell is Angie?

- Oh, jeez, I forgot to tell you. She quit.

- What do you mean, she quit?

I don't know. She said something about

rock 'n' roll being the devil's music...

...and people who play it

work for the devil and sh*t like that.

- Perceptive girl.

- That's it, man. The audition's off.

Oh, come on, Jennie. We gonna spend

another boiling summer...

...playing dives

in this dirtbag neighborhood?

No, we finally got a chance

to do something with a little class.

- I say we do it.

- Daryle, we've got nobody on keyboards.

Our van's in the goddamn river.

- But we can get over Angie.

- Yeah.

- I'll take care of the transportation.

- Yeah.

- How?

- Don't worry about it. I got it covered.

- Well, let's vote on it.

- Aye.

You guys.

All right, let's do it again.

Are you coming?

Would you come on?

What?

- The what-do-you-call-it.

- Give me the what-do-you-call-it.

- Oh, yeah.

Shh!

Would you stop? Shh.

- I'll crack your head open.

- Sorry.

What am I looking for again? I forgot.

- Hey. What are you trying to do?

Oh, Bunny. This is so romantic.

Bunny.

I swear, I'm such a fool for love.

Oh, Bunny.

We could be here all day.

Oh, Bunny. Oh, Bunny. Oh, Bunny.

Bunny! Oh, goddamn it, Bunny.

Not again.

- So I was wrong.

Just give me my shoe.

Come on, babe. Don't be like that.

There is a God, Billy.

- You can't say no, Hubba.

- I didn't say no.

I said, "You'll go on this trip

over my dead body. "

- Give me one good reason.

- I'll give you four good ones.

Your lead guitar's a junkie,

your drummer's a gangster...

...and your bassist, on good days,

is a slut. No.

- And who's in jail? Angie? Angie's in jail.

- Angie.

So look, you never liked my friends,

okay. This is not new.

- Angie's not in jail anymore anyway.

- Would you lock the door, please?

- I vote we let her go.

- Shut up.

- You vote we let her?

- Yeah.

- Who gave you the right to vote?

- You let me vote...

...on Chinese food last week.

- You are not helping the situation.

Just stop

aggravating your brother, okay?

It seems to me that

you are the one that's aggravating him...

...with your adolescent

rock 'n' roll fantasies.

- Look at me, I'm Madonna.

- All right...

...you can go in the other room and eat.

- That's fine with me.

The news is on, anyway.

This is probably not even gonna happen.

We don't have anyone on keyboard.

Good. I want you to stay on the books.

End of conversation.

I don't believe this. You make it sound

like I'm not even committed to school.

- God, this is bullshit.

- Watch your mouth.

You know, what stinks is that you're

the one with the real brains here.

You're the one

that should've gone to school.

I only had to eat.

If Dad were alive...

This is not fair.

I'm gonna follow through

with school, Hubba.

Don't blow off school thinking

you'll become some rock 'n' roll star.

That's not gonna happen.

I just want this summer.

Just one summer, please.

Will you stay out of trouble?

Hubba. God, you really

make things hard sometimes.

- You're welcome.

Thank you.

Hey.

Why don't you

come out for here a minute?

L... I don't know, Jennie.

You know, I've been playing classical

music since before I could talk, okay?

I've never messed with that sh*t

you guys play.

Yeah, but you could if you wanted to.

Well, yeah, of course. If I wanted to.

But why would I want to?

Because we need you, Nickie.

Hey, Jennie?

How come, in all the time we've been

across the street from each other...

...this is the first time

you've talked to me?

Because I ain't as smart

as I think I am.

Look, Nickie,

I'm talking about a good time, here.

An entire summer at the beach

and getting paid, to boot.

I hate sand.

Anytime I wanna do anything myself,

Frank gets bent out of shape.

He thinks if we get by this audition,

it's gonna be a ten-week beach orgy.

- Who are you?

- Guys, this is Nickie.

Nickie, this is the band.

- Hi, Nickie.

- Hi, Nickie.

Hi.

This is it, guys. Showtime.

Point me. I'm ready.

You're too stoned

to go anywhere, Billy.

- How can you play?

How could I not?

Hey, open up, man. We're here.

This can't be the place.

This place is closed.

- We blew it, Jennie.

- No, we didn't.

- Look, stars.

Hello? Is anybody here?

Tell me you're not gonna smoke

another one of those.

Why should I tell you that?

Because I still have a headache

from the last one you smoked.

If you took a hit off one of these,

you wouldn't have a headache.

You know what

that stuff does to you?

Yeah. It makes me laugh.

All right. I found the guy who

owns the place. Let's go.

In the van, out of the van.

In the van, out of the van.

Come on, come on.

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