School of Rock

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Never thought that|I'd be fighting you

But you stole my heart|You cheated and lied

You weren't in my corner|You weren't on my side

The gloves are off|You hit below the belt

Now it's time-out, baby|And they've rung the bell

I'm not a fighter|I'm a lover

But ifyou run|Then run for cover

Fight for your love|Yeah

- When it's round two, girI|- Turn this up! Now!

- Good.|- I get a knockout punch

With this heartfelt song

I know when I count you|Down from ten

I'll find you|In my loving arms again

The gloves are off|You hit below the belt

Now it's time-out, baby|And they've rung the bell

I'm not a fighter|I'm a lover

But ifyou run|Then run for cover

Fight for your love|Yeah

I'm not a fighter|I'm a lover

But ifyou run|Then run for cover

Fight for your love|Yeah

Whoa, nobody caught me.|That was lame.

I don't think he's moving.

He is a lazy freeloader,

and it's time for all this|dysfunction to stop.

Can't we just do this later?

I mean, you know how|he gets in the morning.

Ned, aren't you tired of letting people|push you around?

Yes.

Then get in there and do it.

What?

What is it?

Dewey, hey,|it's the first of the month, and...

...I'd like your share|of the rent now.

Man, you know I don't have it.

You wake me up for that?|Come on, man!

Sorry.

Dewey, I mean, you owe me|a lot of money as it is.

Yeah, try $2,200.

OK, you guys,|the band is about to hit it bigtime.

We'll win Battle of the Bands.|When I'm rolling in Benjamins,

I will throw you and your dog a bone.|Good night.

- Your band has never made 2 cents.|- Patty, come on, I'm on this.

Oh, you're on this?|You're on this?

He's walking all over you.

Mommy, could we please|talk about this later?

No, we can't talk about it later,|because we have to go to work.

We have jobs.|We contribute to society. All right?

I am an assistant to|the mayor of the city, "hello"!

What? Can you get her out of here,|please? Why? Why her?

And Ned has the most|important job there is.

Temping?

Dewey, a substitute teacher|is not a temp.

- He's a babysitter.|- Think it's so easy?

I'd like to see you try.|You wouldn't last a day.

Dude, I service society|by rocking.

I'm out there liberating people|with my music.

Rocking ain't no|walk in the park, lady.

All right, this is useless,|all right?

Tell him if he doesn't come up|with the rent by the end of the week,

he's out of here.

Dewey, I'm not paying|your share of the rent, so...

...maybe you should sell|one of your guitars or something.

What?

Would you tell Picasso|to sell his guitars?

Oh, my God. He's an idiot.

Dude, I've been mooching off you|for years,

and it was never a problem until|she showed up. Dump her.

If you don't come up with|some money, she'll dump me.

Really? That would be good.|She's a nightmare.

Come on. I may never have|another girlfriend.

I mean, just come on.|Come up with some money, please.

Please.

OK. For you. Not for her, man.|For you.

Thank you.

HeaI me

I'm heartsick|D minor.

I'm hungry|And A minor, G, on you

- HeaI my heart|- Hey! What's up?

Is that a new song?|Who's this guy?

We're taking the Battle of the Bands|seriously this year.

Good, because I need|the money. Now, listen.

If we're gonna win this thing, we gotta|actually start playing some music.

I agree. You're fired.

Your lyrics, now don't take this|the wrong way, Theo, are lame.

But I've been sitting on some|awesome material, so...

Did you hear what I said?

We voted.

You're out.

This is Spider. He's replacing you.

What's up, dog?

I was gonna tell you last night,|but you passed out, man.

You're gonna kick me out of the band?|You're gonna fire me?

- It's my band. I brought us together.|- Theo wanted you out.

- There's nothing I could do.|- Shut up, man. You voted him out too.

Dewey, listen to me.

You're a good guitar player,

but it's the 20-minute solos.|It's the stage dives.

We're trying to land a record deal here,|man, and you're an embarrassment.

Read between the lines, Theo.

Read between the lines!

Dewey, man, I hope|this doesn't come between us.

Like, I care about you, man.

You guys, you know what?|You're nuts. You're all nuts.

You've been focused|so hard on making it,

you forgot about one thing.|It's called the music.

And I don't even care.|You know what? So what.

I don't wanna hang out with|wannabe corporate sellouts.

I'm gonna form my own band.|We're gonna start a revolution.

And you're gonna be a funny|little footnote on my epic ass.

I feel sorry for you guys.

Yes.

Yeah, it's a 1968 Gibson SG,|mint condish.

No.

That's all?|Well, that's a mistake.

No, Hendrix played this guitar.

Hello?

- Yeah?|- Is this Mr. Schneebly?

No, he's not here.

- Could you take a message for me?|- Yeah.

Hi. My name's Rosalie Mullins.

I'm the principal at Horace Green Prep.|We're having a little emergency.

One of our teachers broke|her leg this morning,

and all of our subs|are already working.

Pat Wickam at Milton Prep|recommended I call Mr. Schneebly.

Do you know if he's available?

- How long is the gig?|- Excuse me?

How long is the job?

As much as a few weeks,

but we need somebody|to start immediately.

So how much are we talking here?

We pay our substitutes|650 a week.

Now, do you know when|Mr. Schneebly will be back?

Hold on a sec.|Oh, you know what?

I think he's just coming in right...|Ned, phone!

Hello, this is Ned Schneebly.

Pat faxed me your rsum.|It's very impressive.

We've never been in a bind like this|before, so thank you so much.

So how's this gonna work?|Are you gonna pay me upfront?

I don't understand.

It'd be really great|if I could get paid in cash.

Oh, well, we don't do that.

When you cut my check, make it|payable to Dewey Finn, for tax reasons.

You can discuss all of that|with Candace at the end of the day.

When's the end of the day?

We commence at 8:15,|school lets out at 3.

You know what?

Do you think I could cut out a little|early today? I got some stuff I gotta do.

It's cool. I can stay.

Mr. Schneebly...

...this is considered the best|elementary school in the state,

and we maintain that by adhering|to a strict code of conduct,

faculty included.

Don't worry about me.|I'm a hard-ass.

If a kid gets out of line, I got|no problem smacking him.

No, no. We don't use|corporal punishment here.

OK, so just verbal abuse?

If you have any problems with|any students, send them to me.

- I will do the disciplining.|- Check.

Children.

Please take your seats.

I'd like to introduce|Miss Dunham's substitute.

This is Mr. Schneebly.

Why don't you write|your name on the board.

Yes, I will.

You know what?|Why don't you all just call me "Mr. S".

Mr. S has never taught here|at Horace Green,

so I want you all to be|on your best behavior.

So the curriculum|is on the desk.

- And do you have any questions?|- Yeah, when's lunch?

The children just had their lunch.

Is there anything else you need?

I'm a teacher.|All I need are minds for molding.

All right, then. Well, thanks again.|You saved the day.

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