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Yeah? Like what?

He wants to win back this

country for us Americans, Warren.

And restore a kind of cultural and

moral standard to our way of life.

What time does your

kid go off to school?

Nine o'clock.

How about I come over

to your house later?

I don't know, Warren.

I mean...

Come on.

I mean it.

I'm trying to change.

How dare you put something like

this up where anyone can see it?

-It's poetry.

-It's pornography!

A product of a diseased mind!

You ought to be ashamed, Sr. Deng.

You see, Simon,

there are three kinds of "there."

There's there...

T-H-E-R-E.

"There are the doughnuts."

Then there's their.

T-H-E-I-R.

Which is the possessive.

"It is their doughnut."

Then, finally...

there's they're.

T-H-E-Y, apostrophe, R-E.

A contraction.

Meaning they're.

"They're the doughnut people."

Got it?

If you're gonna read Wordsworth, you

better get a more updated edition.

This odoripherous tome you're so

attached to doesn't have a prologue.

And you need

notes, commentary.

I'll go to the library and I'll get

you the best edition they have.

Thank you, but that's okay. I'll

stop there on my way back from work.

From work?

You can't go to work.

Oh, yeah. Maybe not today.

But tomorrow, probably.

Quit.

-My job?

-Yeah.

Why?

You need time to write, Simon.

To study, to reflect.

But I like my job.

A vocation like ours, Simon,

is not a 9 to 5 thing.

You can't put a fence

around a man's soul.

We think and feel when

and where we think and feel.

We are the servants of our muse,

and we toil where she commands.

Can I read your confession?

No.

Not yet. Soon. We'll see.

-Is it almost finished?

-In a piece of work like this, it's...

avocation like ours, it's...

you can't put a fence around a man's

soul. What I'm trying to achieve...

takes a lifetime, really.

It's a life's work.

But soon. Don't worry about it.

I'd appreciate your feedback.

I gotta go.

See you.

What are you

doing here, Simon?

I'm writing a poem.

So what? It's not so great.

Is that him?

Pardon me, Simon.

Look, I'm the editor of

a high-school newspaper...

One of the editors.

-One of the editors. And we...

-You.

I...

wanted to know if we can print

your poem in this month's issue.

Why?

-Because I think it's great.

-I don't.

-Who cares what you think?

-Geez, you're a drag!

-Well known drag.

-Please?

Mom, did you

take your medication?

I guess so.

Good evening, Fay.

What do you want?

I've got these

library books for Simon.

Leave them there

on the cabinet.

Where is he?

Henry?

Mommy!

Simon, are you

a registered voter?

This year, when you go to the polls,

consider congressman Owen.

He wants to restore America to its

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