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administrative assistant.

Drama coach. You did say Room 134?

Yes.

This is it. All of our classrooms

are in dire need of repair.

Ever since the legislature passed

that "Three F's and You're Out" law...

a lot of schools have closed.

The school board decided

it just wasn't worth it.

I guess they just gave up on these kids.

So we've been squeezed for money

ever since.

We've been forced to...

Guess I'll get that later.

Mr. Clark, are you by any chance related

to Thaddeus Clark...

Headmaster at the Wellington School?

Yeah. He's my father.

Every school in the district

uses his book as a faculty primer.

You know,

I don't see the family resemblance.

Most people think I take after my mum.

Look at this place.

Boy, it has great character.

Sure, it needs a little paint and plaster...

and floorboards...

and pest control.

With a little elbow grease...

Jesus!

And some new wiring,

she'll be back to shape in no time.

Smell those seats.

It says, "Teach me. I want to learn."

- You must think I'm a silly idealist.

- No.

I really admire your dedication.

Your wife must be very proud of you.

Actually, I'm not married.

I find that surprising.

It's pretty hard to be married,

if you've never had a steady girlfriend.

I'm much too busy with work

to think about much else other than work.

That's very admirable.

The last time I heard someone talk like that

was old Mr. Riley.

He was head of the History Department

until last semester.

Retired?

If you can call

being beaten to death retiring.

Coffee?

The lounge.

- I'm going in. Cover me.

- Good luck in Home Ec, Lou.

It's a little early to start drinking,

don't you think?

Who stops?

Hi, I'm Richard Clark.

I'm a new history teacher here.

- What department do you teach in?

- I don't know. Something on the third floor.

Richard, I'd like you to meet somebody.

This is Bernie Raveling,

our athletic director, and...

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Raveling.

- Letting the moustache grow in, I see.

- Richard...

From the looks of the stubble,

I'd say it's going to be a beaut.

I had one in college myself.

Richard, that's Ms. Wells,

the girls' gym teacher.

Did I mention how attractive you look,

Ms. Wells?

That blue sweat suit really brings out

the colour of your eyes.

You coming on to me, pickle dick?

No. I'd never dream of it.

- Not good enough for you?

- Well, it's been a real pleasure.

They should really fix the lighting in here.

All right, settle down, you people.

Knock it off. Quiet!

I want quiet.

It's a new semester.

That means new I.D. Cards...

strip searches and fresh fingerprints.

Shut up!

As you know, Mr. Arnott...

our assistant principal, is still missing.

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