School Ties

Davey! Oh, Davey, come here!

Edie, he's not going off to war, only Massachusetts.

Here, Davey... For the trip.

Edie gives something away! I'll have a heart attack!

Go and become a gentleman, not like this riff-raff.

We ought to kick his butt for breaking up the team.

Hey! You want to stay in here?

If I had your brains, I'd go.

- His brains? Any brains! - Look who's talking.

- I don't know. - What?

- I don't know about that place. - You know it's not this place.

- Oh, sh*t. Kocus. - So what?

The night before last, his sister gave me a hand job.

- Her idea. - Yeah, right.

- Hey, Bear. - Hey, Kocus.

We was thinking about going in there, you know, eat something.

- I don't think it would be a good idea. - Why not? They let Jews in there.

Your sister can come in, only she'll have to wash her hands.

You got a Jew friend with a smart mouth.

- I guess I do. - It don't bother you they killed Jesus?

No. I didn't know the man.

It bothers the sh*t out of me, you sheeny bastard!

Hey! Take it to the alley!

Yo, man! Come on! Don't let him do that! Come on! Yeah!

Hit the Jew!

Give 'em hell, kid!

You're late.

Look at me.

- Goddamnit, David. - I had to.

- Such an opportunity and you do this! - I had to!

This is a school two presidents went to.

They'll think you're a hoodlum. They might send you back.

- Fine. - Fine?

Take a look at this place. You want this life?

He called me a sheeny bastard. Should I walk away?

Yes. It ain't your problem. You can't fight your way through life.

- You never got into any fights? - Sure, but nobody handed me Harvard.

- You're going to miss the bus. - We'll make it.

- Who did you fight with? - Kocus.

OK, kids.

You can fit in or hack around with a chip on your shoulder.

- All right. All right, I'll fit in. - They came to you, not you to them.

You don't have to explain nothing to nobody. Understand?

All right.

Right. Say goodbye to your brother and sister.

- Goodbye, Sarah. - Bye, David.

Bye, Petey.

You kids wait over there.

Change your shirt.

- What did the other guy look like? - Worse.

- You're sounding like Grandpa. - You should be so lucky.

Got to go, Dad.

Go. Make us proud.

- Bye. - Bye.

- Hi, Coach. - Welcome to Cabot.

I had a little accident. It's nothing.

- Let me get this for you. - Thanks.

- How was your trip? - Fine. I slept.

- Good. How's your dad? - Fine.

He's pretty excited about all this.

- What father wouldn't be? - Yeah.

The team's looking forward to meeting you.

Good. I'm looking forward to meeting them, too.

- Jesus, this is a high school! - Yeah. It's your high school.

- Thanks for the lift. - I'll get your bag.

Thanks. I'll see you at practice.

Just a minute. I meant to ask you... Do you have any diet problems?

- Diet problems? - Is there anything you can't eat?

- Turnips. - Turnips. I can't eat them, either.

I'd better let you get settled.

- The kids will be curious about you. - I'm curious about them.

Nobody comes here for just their last year. It's unusual.

They're great kids, don't get me wrong. But they're privileged.

They take a lot for granted you and I never would.

Just play your cards close to the vest.

What do you mean?

Don't tell people more than they need to know.

- See you at practice. - All right.

- Hi! Chris Reece, your roommate. - Hi! David Greene.

Pleased to meet you. Rip Van Kelt, Jack Connors, Charlie Dillon.

We're the big men on campus.

- It's true. - Where you from?

- Scranton, PA. - Scranton?

- It's in America, Connors. - No sh*t.

You're the first ringer St Matt's ever hired.

- Dillon... - No, he is. It's an honour.

- Aren't you honoured? - I hadn't thought about it.

- The best quarterback money can buy. - Dillon, lay off!

Don't pay any attention to him. Peanuts?

No problem.

Even in Scranton, a prick's a prick.

You don't have to be so sensitive. Come on, it's not required here.

There was some talk about me playing quarterback, so...

- Were you in an accident? - I got into a fight.

- Seriously? - A fistfight?

- Kind of a going-away fight. - What, you mean like a rumble?

- Yeah, like a rumble. - Over girls and stuff?

There's a place we hang out and these motorcycle guys wanted to come in.

- Bikers. - We wouldn't let them.

- You didn't want them on your turf? - Right.

Everybody knows not to go on someone else's turf.

Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?

The Shadow knows.

Crime does not pay. The Shadow knows.

McGiv! My roomie!

David Greene, our new quarterback.

- This is Mac. - How do you do?

Hi.

Football is a game for bug squashers, cretins and criminals. Don't you agree?

- Mac wants to play, but he's too frail. - So we let him be student manager.

That's it! I'm going to kick your smelly ass back to Greenwich.

I guess you didn't get a school tie yet.

Here, you can wear this one.

I got extras because I'm always dragging them through the soup.

Thanks.

You mind if I ask... How did you wind up here?

- I'm not supposed to talk about it. - Let me guess.

Coach McDevitt visited and said you could get an alumni scholarship?

Good guess. How did you know?

St Luke's has whipped us for three years in a row.

The alumni are pissed. They want to win real bad.

Not too much pressure, huh?

I want a good seat at the back.

It's different from public schools.

Chapel three times a week. But it's not that bad.

No kidding?

Gentlemen of St Matthew's...

...welcome to the finest preparatory school in the nation.

Welcome especially to our new boys. I am Dr Bartram, your headmaster.

The rest of you may conceivably remember me.

His annual joke. Make the most of it.

Tomorrow begins the 193rd fall term.

No, I was not in office when the first one began.

Some of you new boys may find

that academics and discipline here are very demanding.

Much of what is policy here,

including our cherished Honour Code, has been established,

not by me or your teachers, but by your fellow students,

to be enforced by your own tribunal of prefects,

as it has been for the last two centuries.

We judge ourselves here,

and we judge ourselves by the highest standards.

You, my boys, are among the elite of the nation,

and we strive at St Matthew's

to prepare you for the responsibility that comes with favoured position.

Today, more than ever, this country needs an elite

that cares more for honour than for advantage;

more for service than for personal gain.

To that end, let us beseech the help of God,

in whose name we pray.

Our Father, who art in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy name...

- Decent hi-fi, Mac. - Bought it from a friend back home.

- How much? - I jewed him down to $30.

I'll give you $25 for it.

He always wants something for nothing.

And he's not even Jewish.

- Evening, gentlemen. - Evening, sir.

Evening.

Whose music is that? And I use the term advisedly.

- That's the great sound of The Robins. - No.

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