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See ya.

All right!

Everybody get in line!

Nice lunch box, Marty. Did your

mommy pick that out for you?

Yeah, only babies

watch cartoons.

Are you still

a baby, Marty?

Marcus Sanders, do you

want after-school detention?

Miss Thomas,

Marcus flipped you off.

Be quiet.

Did you stick up your middle

finger, Marcus Sanders?

After-school detention

for a week.

And no recess either.

- What?

- You heard me.

Quiet!

All right,

from this moment on,

While we're in the hallways and the

restrooms, there will be no talking.

Anyone who talks will get

after-school detention...

And, as a punishment, will write a very

long sentence on the chalkboard 1,000 times.

1,000 times?

Andy just got

after-school detention.

- But...

- And no recess either.

Anyone else?

Good.

You were in there an

awfully long time, George.

Marty?

Is that you, Marty?

Why don't you use the

urinals like the rest of us?

You're afraid we'll see

how small your dick is?

- Open up, Martin.

- Go away!

Open up,

or I'll kick your ass.

- He's got a tiny dick.

- He's got a little one?

An itty bitty.

I never saw one so little.

Levi, get in there.

- You guys are fags.

- Yeah, right.

F***er.

Marcus Sanders,

what did you do?

He called me a fag.

They crawled under his stall and

they tried to look at his thing.

You shut up, you little runt.

- His what?

- You know.

Is that true?

Do you wanna

talk about it?

No.

I wish I could take the rest of the day

off with you, but I got to get back to work.

Can David spend

the night tomorrow?

Please. We haven't had

a movie night in a long time.

All right.

But you got to give me a kiss.

Mom says

everybody has their private things...

And nobody likes having

their secrets exposed.

But I can't help it.

For Mom,

It's a box of old love letters

from some man named Danny.

I try to read some of them,

but they're really cheesy.

I guess Mom

must have really loved Danny...

If she kept his letters

for so long.

It makes me wonder why she

didn't marry him instead of Dad.

Dad keeps his secrets

in the garage.

Dad's magazines

aren't like Mom's.

Hers are about gardening and

keeping your house looking pretty.

Dad's are full of naked women

with big b*obs.

I wonder if she knows

Dad has these magazines.

I'll bet she'd be really mad...

If she found out

he likes to look at them.

I'll have to remember that

in case Dad makes me mad.

- What the f*** are you doing?

-

Your door was unlocked.

And that gives you permission

to come inside? Give me that.

Don't you ever come in here

without my permission. You hear me?

I'm sorry.

I won't.

Why are you home

so early anyway?

Some kid

punched me at school.

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