Van Wilder 2: The Rise of Taj Page #9

to this university.

Consider repercussions

of what you're about to do.

-TeII him.

-AII right. AII right.

Pip stoIe the exam papers

and he got me to put them in their rooms.

(PEOPLE GASPING)

WeII, perhaps you shouId consider the

repercussions of what you've done, Pip.

Yes, he's right. You're expeIIed.

Good, I couIdn't stand that IittIe snotbag.

Sammy!

Sammy!

Lord Wrightwood?

Yes.

(STUTTERING) Pip Everett. EarI of Grey.

Mr. Everett, I am... I didn't recognize you.

Oh, that's nothing. No.

I just wanted to say,

I received your Ietter of commendation,

and wanted to say thank you

for everything.

Yes. About that,

it seems there has been a mistake.

-Mistake?

-TypographicaI, I'm afraid.

It was meant to say that

you had not got the position.

Sorry, oId boy.

(STAMMERING) TypographicaI.

What he's trying to say is piss off, Pip.

No, okay. Yeah, okay. Sure. Quite.

Oh, okay.

Are you sure typographicaI was...

CIear enough. Thank you. Great.

Beta, beta, beta, beta, beta.

I've never been more proud of you

than I am at this moment.

Thanks, Dad.

You know, your son is

the biggest hound doggie on campus.

My son, a hound doggie?

It's practicaIIy raining

women's undergarments

when he waIks down the street.

I aIways knew it that my son

wouId foIIow in my footsteps

in the pursuit of the pink taco.

Being a hound doggie

is in the BadaIandabad genes.

WeII, it may be in his genes, dear,

but I certainIy never found anything

speciaI, when I Iooked in yours.

Are you saying that I'm firing bIanks?

I have fathered three chiIdren.

So, what? If our mattress

couId have gotten pregnant,

you wouId have fathered six.

I am warning you, woman.

I am shaking in my sari.

I don't need this aggravation.

Thanks for deaIing with my dad.

-They don't Iive here, do they?

-Oh, no, no. MiIwaukee.

My pIeasure, then.

You know, CharIotte,

you shouId know I'm not a rich guy.

I don't own a house or anything.

I'm not an earI.

In fact, the onIy titIe I hoId

is to an '86 Toyota CoroIIa.

Oh, come now, Mr. BadaIandabad.

You're forgetting

what an exceIIent swordsman you are.

HardIy, I aImost died up there.

I mean I got a coupIe of good...

-Were you caIIing me a hound doggie?

-Maybe.

WeII.

(SHlNEPLAYING)

I can fence much better than you, though.

-Oh, reaIIy?

-Yes.

-Let's go.

-You want a rematch?

Let's go, yes.

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