School of Rock Page #5

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and only what Miss Sheinkopf|gives you.

- No more rock music. OK?|- OK.

All right, get to class.

Watch that attitude.

Do you have another blanket?

That's good.

All right. Everybody,|class has begun.

And you know what?

You guys have been doing|real good in here.

If I was gonna give you a grade,|I'd give you an A.

But that's the problem.

Rock ain't about doing things|perfect.

Who can tell me|what it's really about?

Frankie?

- Scoring chicks?|- No. See? No.

- Eleni?|- Getting wasted.

No. Come on. No.

- Leonard.|- Sticking it to The Man?

Yes! But you can't just say it, man.

You gotta feel it|in your blood and guts.

If you wanna rock,|you gotta break the rules.

You gotta get mad at The Man,|and right now I'm The Man.

That's right, I'm The Man,|and who's got the guts to tell me off?

- Who's gonna tell me off?|- Shut the hell up, Schneebly!

That's it, Freddy. That's it.

- Who can top him?|- Get out of here, stupid ass.

Yes, Alicia.

You're a joke. You're the worst teacher|I've ever had.

Summer, that is great.

- I like the delivery. I felt your anger.|- Thank you.

You're a fat loser,|and you have body odor.

All right. All right.

- Now is everyone nice and pissed off?|- Yeah!

Good. Time to write a rock song.

Now, what makes you mad|more than anything in the world?

- Billy?|- You.

We've already told me off.|Let's move on.

- You're tacky, and I hate you.|- OK, you see me after class.

- You. Gordon.|- No allowance.

I didn't get no allowance today|So now I'm really ticked off

You know what I mean?|What else makes you mad?

- Michelle?|- Chores.

I had to do my chores today|So I am really ticked off

- What else?|- Bullies.

All you bullies get out ofmy way|Because I am really ticked off

So, what would you say to a bully?

- Zack?|- I don't know.

Now, come on.|If someone was in your grill,

- what would you say?|- I don't know.

If someone was pushing you around,

- what would you say?|- "Step off"?

Step off! Step off!|Step off! Step off!

Everybody!

Step off! Step off!|Step off! Step off!

IfI do what you say|I might turn into a robot

Do my chore day after day|And they don't want any lip

No! So step off! Step off!|Step off! Step off! Step off!

Step off, everybody.

Step off! Step off!|Step off! Step off!

All right, now that was|a perfectly decent rock song.

Oh, yeah. I was this close to getting|a chair on the Polish Philharmonic,

and I nailed the audish,|but I didn't get it. Guess who did.

Yo-Yo Ma's cousin, little "nepotis".

Anyway, I just decided to give up|and become a teacher,

because those that can't do, teach.

And those that can't teach,|teach gym. Am I right?

- I'm just joshing.|- Cute.

- Hey, Mr. Schneebly.|- Hey, Zack.

That was a really cool lesson today.

Well, thanks, dude.

- I'll see you back in class.|- OK.

Flip it, flip it, flip it, flip it!|No, no, no.

I'm just saying, name two|great chick drummers.

Sheila E? Meg White|from the White Stripes?

- She can't drum.|- She's better than you.

At least she has rhythm.

Freddy, where are your sleeves?|And what have you done to your hair?

- It's called punk.|- Well, it's not school uniform.

- Miss Mullins, you're The Man.|- Thank you, Frankie.

Good morning.|Just a reminder:

Parents' Night is coming up,

and I expect everyone|to have a presentation.

What? Hot!

- You OK?|- It's all right.

As you know, it is the most|important event of the year.

The parents scrutinize|our every move,

so I find it's best to over-prepare.|Right?

The best defense|is a good offense.

And, Roberta, now that I see you...

Hey, is she always like that?

Oh, yeah.

Except for the time she got drunk|at the alumni dinner.

You should have seen that.

She got up on the table and did|a Stevie Nicks impersonation.

And she wasn't bad.

Remember, she took up the tablecloth|and whirled around with it?

...that had been|on the turkey tray

that were touched over onto|the peanut-butter-and-jelly tray.

Now, I know that you know|that this is a severe problem.

Clear.

Come on. Go, go, go!

All right, you guys.|Is everybody ready?

- Yeah.|- Strap in. Let's do this.

Oh, dude, cool.

Three horns.|That's very clever.

In 1492, Columbus|sailed the ocean...?

- Blue.|- Blue. That's right.

OK. Now, Columbus had three boats.|The Nina, the...?

- Gordon?|- The Pinta.

Pinta, that's right. And...?

- Marco?|- Santa Marina?

The Santa Marina.

That's good.|Actually, it's Santa Maria.

OK. Now, you got...

- Listen. Pay attention, kids.|- She's gone.

I'm not afraid to flunk you.

What's up, dude?

Check out these little kids, man.

- Hey, shut up.|- Oh, sorry.

Thought this was Battle of the Bands,|not the Mickey Mouse Club.

- Want a piece of me?|- Look at this.

Freddy! Come on, man.|We gotta focus up.

We gotta nail this audition.

Mr. S?

- What's up?|- I don't think I can sing.

What are you talking about?|Come here.

So, Tomika, what's going on?|What do you mean, you can't sing?

I don't feel good. I feel sick.

- Just let Alicia and Marta do it.|- No.

They can't sing like you can.|I need you.

What is it? Are you nervous?

Yeah? Why?|What are you afraid of?

- They're gonna laugh at me.|- Why would they laugh at you?

I don't know. Because I'm fat.

Tomika...

Hey, you've got something|everybody wants.

You've got talent, girl.

You have an incredible voice.|I'm not just saying that.

You heard of Aretha Franklin, right?|OK, she's a big lady.

But when she sings,|she blows people's minds.

Everybody wants to party|with Aretha!

And you know who else|has a weight issue?

- Who?|- Me.

But once I get up on-stage, start doing|my thing, people worship me.

Because I'm sexy and chubby, man.

- Why aren't you on a diet?|- Because I like to eat.

Is that such a crime?

You know what?|That's not even the point.

The thing is,|you're a rock star now.

All you gotta do|is rock your heart out.

People are gonna dig you, I swear.

Let's just show them what we got.|What do you say?

OK.

Thank you.

Let's rock.

- OK. We are good to go.|- No, we're not. Freddy took off.

- Where?|- Some guys invited him to their van.

What?! Come on, you guys!

Freddy?

Hey, have you seen a little kid,|like, yay high?

Dang it. Freddy,|this is your teacher talking!

- Hey, Mr. S.|- Oh, man.

- What's going on here?|- Nothing. Just chilling.

Freddy, get out of that van|this instant.

See you guys.

You think you're pretty funny,|partying with an innocent little kid?

Dude, we're just chilling.

That kid's 10 years old.|He looks up to you.

You are setting an example for him,|so start acting like a responsible adult!

That goes for all of you guys.|Don't make me come back here.

Come on. Let's go.

What's the big deal?|You're acting like my mom.

What's the big deal?|You had me worried sick.

I was hanging with real rockers.

They aren't real rockers.|They're posers.

Rock ain't about getting loaded|and being a jerk.

Now, this is serious business here.|We've got a mission.

Putting on a great show|is the most important thing.

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