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No, no.
I mean, a famous actor.
I know your face.
I was in Stanley Kubrick's musical,
the one about the alcoholic pirates.
Whenever you're done
with the front page, dear.
How about hooking us up with a
table right by the kitchen, dog?
What you in for, dog?
Hey, I'm not asking you cos I'm gonna kick
your ass if you did some f***ed-up sh*t,
cos I already know you
did some f***ed-up sh*t.
Hey, a guy like me,
you know he's an SH cos he ratted
out some b*tch from State Street.
Now half the pop wants to stick
a f***ing pencil to his eye.
Hey, but white boys ain't about
that gang sh*t though, huh?
Especially not white boys like you
who don't look like no Slim Shady.
White boys like you the ones
who did some f***ed-up sh*t, huh?
That's cool, dog.
OK, everybody,
take your seats, please.
You'll have to forgive Mr Madison today.
His head's beating like it's
the end of the world.
You been drinking that cheap
ass burgundy again, ain't you?
Hey, three bucks, two litres.
I couldn't pass it up.
You, sir, are new to my class.
- What's your name?
- Fitzgerald. Leland P. Fitzgerald.
Well, Mr Leland P. Fitzgerald,
my name is Pearl Madison.
And I'm gonna be your history teacher,
your science teacher, your math teacher,
your anything else
teacher all rolled into one
for however many days, weeks,
months you'll be here with us.
Hey, Pearly,
when are you bringing
your dancer up here, dog?
As soon as the lovely
Miranda returns from LA,
- I'm sure she would be delighted
to meet you hoodlums. - Liar.
Hey, Mrs Pollard.
- Have you been up all night?
- Yes, I suppose I have.
Need a light there?
I... don't feel so bad.
I thought you quit, too.
How could he have been
that much to someone?
How could he mean enough
for that boy to hurt him?
He was barely there.
Mrs Pollard, I really
don't know what to say.
Um...
But I just want you to know...
that if there's anything
that I can do, just tell me.
It's all right, sweetheart.
And as you look out over Venice today,
you see the city...
- Hey. - Hey, in Venice,
there's no streets, right?
There's just rivers and sh*t?
Er, canals and sh*t, yeah.
They don't even allow
cars on the island.
- You can hear footsteps.
- What's that?
Since they don't allow cars,
when you're walking around,
all you can hear is footsteps.
Hey, Pearly,
help me out here, bro.
I'm developing this theory, right,
that the suicide rate of Venice is real low.
Cos if you jump off a building,
all your ass is gonna do is splash
in a canal and sh*t, right?
OK, well, why don't we expand
on that theory tomorrow?
Class dismissed, you guys. Go ahead
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