Gregory's Girl

Was that an emergency stop?

Emergency stop--

unsimulated, yes.

Hi, Mike.

Call me dad, Gregory,

or pop or something.

It makes me feel better

when you call me dad or father.

Listen, I won't take up

any more of your time.

I know what it's like

driving under instruction.

That was my first

emergency stop, by the way.

Was it?

Well, that was really good.

Really good, that. OK?

Stay, Gregory.

I'm sure Mr. Clark

would like a minute...

to collect his thoughts, anyway.

My name's Anderson.

Uh, what's the score?

Are you going to school late

or coming home early?

Hand brake in neutral,

Mr. Clark.

-How are you, anyway?

-Oh, fine.

We're all very well.

You remember your mother?

Yeah, I remember mum.

She was asking after you

just the other day.

I told her we met briefly

in the hallway last Thursday...

and you looked fine.

Listen, I've got an idea.

Why don't we meet up

later in the week for breakfast?

Say, 8:
00 in the kitchen?

-Friday?

-Yeah.

-Yeah. Sounds fine, yeah.

-It's a date, then.

Ignition, mirror, signal, gear,

Mr. Clark.

And we'll start

the driving lessons...

when you've mastered

the walking bit, OK?

Every bloody morning.

He's mad.

He should be locked up.

Any tea?

He must think he's invisible.

Stupid bastard.

Who is it?

It's that daft boy

in fourth year.

The one

that's on your football team.

I heard they were awarded

a free kick last week...

and took a lap of honor.

Oh, him.

His days are numbered.

After next week,

he's out, kaput, finished.

I'm going to get some new blood

on the team. Big changes.

Yeah. Have a sponge cake.

New regime. I'm signing on

a new striker this morning.

Uh, who made these?

Oh, relax.

It was Sandra and Alison, 3-A.

Very nice girls. Very clean.

Oh, Sandra and Alison, eh?

Very nice girls, eh, Alistair?

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