New York Minute

Pool party's over, Flubber.

Do you want to come over here?

Put your hands behind your head.

On your feet, gentlemen.

Hands up where I can see them.

- Up, up, up!

- What's going on?

You let me do the interrogating, son,

we'll get along fine.

My mom's gonna kill me.

Got six future felons for you, Strauss.

Each one facing five to 10...

Days of detention, Lomax.

- Days of detention.

- Just book them.

"Book them." Would you

give it a rest, Lomax?

You're a truancy officer,

you're not Dirty Harry.

You know, this kind of crud is what

kept you out of the force for 25 years.

I'm on the heels of the number-one truant

in Nassau County...

...and when I find her, and I will find her...

...your boys will be doing back flips

to make sure I'm wearing that badge.

Hey, Einstein, over here.

I feel bad lumping you in there

with those other losers...

...because you strike me as being a...

I don't know, a smart kid.

I see a big future here.

I look at this face,

I see a surgeon general.

I see a Supreme Court judge.

Do you have any idea what a 10-day

suspension will look like on your record?

You'll be lucky to be accepted

to the Acme School of Welding.

Now...

...do yourself a favor.

Where can I find Roxanne Ryan?

You can give me

all the detention you like.

But if there's something I'm not,

that's a rat.

Fine. Suit yourself.

- Car, car! Look out!

- Hold on.

What's the matter with you?!

- Nice park.

- Thanks.

Excuse me, could you just not?

Okay, speech at 3.

Perfect. Okay...

You can't sit here. I need quiet.

Chill. You won't even know I'm here.

I'm close to winning the fellowship.

I've worked my whole life for this.

What is this stupid thing, anyway?

This stupid thing is a four-year

scholarship to Oxford University.

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