School of Rock Page #3

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We get stars when we master|the material covered.

How do we get gold stars|if we just have recess?

- What are these black dots here?|- Demerits.

What kind of a sick school is this?

As long as I'm here, there will be|no grades or gold stars or demerits.

We're gonna have recess|all the time.

But Miss Dunham only gives us|recess for 15 minutes...

You're not hearing me, girl.|I'm in charge now, OK?

And I say recess.

Go. Play and have fun, now.

Nice.

Now, you don't want me to have|to call your parents, do you?

It's all right, Emily, don't cry.|Just try to be a bit more conscientious.

Would you like a hug?

I'll be good, I swear!

All right, well, that's fine, Emily.|You're excused.

Yes, we did it.|We did it, come on.

Give me some. Give me some.|Give me some. Give me some of that.

I will see you cats|on the flip-flop. Later!

I heard she slipped|in the bathroom.

Yes, but we've got|a wonderful new substitute

who comes very|highly recommended.

- Mr. Schneebly? Mr. Schneebly?|- Yeah!

Hold on, buddy!

Oh, my God.|You've gotta be kidding me.

Oh, man, this guy sucks, man.

- Here, call him.|- Call him? Yeah, right.

OK. Yes, you can be in my band.

But, Ned, no power plays, man.

I've got vision up the butt,|so just go with it.

No, thanks.

You're not a teacher, Ned.

You're the cross-dressing,|blood-sucking incubus

from Maggot Death.|That's the real you.

Dewey, I'm not a satanic|sex god anymore.

I'm a working stiff.|And that's cool.

- She's got you brainwashed.|- I'm working.

That's terrific.|But who are you, babe?

This is my apartment, babe.

Not if you don't pay your rent,|it's not. Get a job.

I got a job. I'll have rent by the end|of the week. Go tell the mayor.

- You got a job. Doing what?|- I do what Ned does, temping.

I'm not a temp. I'm a sub.|And soon I'll be a certified teacher.

Come on, man!|One show, $20,000 prize,

we split it 60/40. Grab your bass|and come back to the garage.

I mean, don't you miss rocking out?

If you think anyone is gonna|be in a band with you,

you're more delusional|than I thought.

Dewey, you know, maybe it's time|to give up those dreams.

I did, and things are going|really great for me.

Are you gonna teach us anything|or are we just gonna sit here?

Just do whatever you want.

- I want to learn from my teacher.|- Besides that.

Freddy, what do you|like to do?

I don't know, burn stuff?

Just go out and have recess.

My parents don't spend $15,000|a year for recess.

- You want to learn something?|- Yes, I do.

You want me to teach|you something?

All right, here's a useful lesson|for you.

Give up. Just quit.

Because in this life, you can't win.

Yeah, you can try, but in the end,|you're just gonna lose, bigtime,

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