Fast Times at Ridgemont High Page #5
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- Year:
- 1982
- 90 min
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The knock continues.
MR. HAND (CONT'D)
Your grade is the average of all
your quizzes, plus the midterm and
final, which counts for one-third.
Got it?
The mystery knocker tries a lazy calypso beat on
the front door. No one in Mr. Hand's U.S. History
class dares mention it, much less answer it.
Stacy grips her desk with the tension of her first
day.
MR. HAND (CONT'D)
Also. There will be no eating in
this class. You get used to doing
your own business on your own time.
That's one demand I make. I don't
like staying after class with you
on detention. That's my time. I
don't like wasting it. Just like
you wouldn't want me to come to
your house some evening and discuss
U.S. History on your time. Pakalo?
Hand finally turns, as if he has just noticed the
sound at the door and opens the door an inch.
Jeffrey Spicoli stands in the doorway, red eyes
glistening. His long, blond hair is still wet and
streaming down the back of his white peasant shirt.
He grins, oblivious to such trivial matters as
attendance bells. A Student sitting near Stacy
turns to his friends.
STUDENT:
That guy has been stoned since the
third grade.
MR. HAND
Yes?
SPICOLI:
Yeah. I'm registered for this
class.
MR. HAND
What class?
SPICOLI:
This is U.S. History, right? I saw
the globe in the window.
MR. HAND
(appears enthralled)
Really?
Spicoli holds his red ad card up to the crack in
the door.
SPICOLI:
Can I come in?
MR. HAND
(swinging door open)
Oh, please. I get so lonely when
that third attendance bell rings
and I don't see all my kids here.
Spicoli laughs. He is the only one.
SPICOLI:
Sorry I'm late. This new schedule
is totally confusing.
Mr. Hand takes the red ad card and reads from it
with utter fascination.
MR. HAND
Mr. Spicoli?
SPICOLI:
That's the name they gave me.
Mr. Hand slowly tears the card into little pieces
and sprinkles the pieces over his wastebasket.
Spicoli watches in disbelief. His hands are frozen
in the process of removing his backpack.
SPICOLI (CONT'D)
You just ripped my card in two!
MR. HAND
Yes.
SPICOLI:
Hey, bud. What's your problem?
Mr. Hand moves to within inches of Spicoli's face.
MR. HAND
No problem at all. I think you know
It takes a moment for the words to work their way
out of Jeff Spicoli's mouth.
SPICOLI:
You... dick.
In the tense moment that follows, no one in the
class is sure what might happen.
Mr. Hand simply turns away from Jeff Spicoli as if
he ceased to exist and coolly continues his
lecture.
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