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moved out of the city, hmm?
Interesting.
And odd, because I have no curiosity
at all about your private lives.
I don't need to get to know you.
I don't need anyone's life story.
We're not going to
become good friends,
and I'm not the kind of teacher
you're going to come back to
visit when you're all grown up,
bringing a box of chocolates
and a Hallmark card.
No.
Whose work is this?
Oh, uh, that's mine, Gloria Belser.
This is skill.
We all appreciate skill.
The dictionary says "art
So if you accept that definition,
this is art, correct?
What's your definition, Miss?
Correct?
- Yes.
- Yes.
Thank you. And this one?
Uh, um... that's mine.
This has skill, too,
and something else.
I feel the presence of
something else here.
I feel.
Maybe that's the key.
This one registers in my brain.
This one registers in my
brain and in my chest,
- or I could say...
- Chest.
Stop.
Heart, or I could say...
Lower.
Shut up.
Emotion?
Is that the key, emotion?
Oh, be careful,
'cause if your doggy just
died and you look at that,
emotional and call that art.
But that's not the art
we're interested in.
In this class, we're interested
in what we might call fine art.
Fine art, whatever that means.
The trouble is in the words.
Don't trust the words.
The words are lies.
The words are traps.
We're going to look,
we're going to feel,
we're going to see,
we're going to learn,
until you can show me what
fine art is, all right?
You can start.
Greetings, my Captain.
Lieutenant Swint, all secure?
Yes, sir.
Any duties for me?
Flood the moat, keep the
rabble from the gates.
Hey, Mr. Marc?
Why do you always eat
lunch in your car?
So that for half an hour
nobody can ask me
an inane question.
I'm the moment between
the striking and the fire
Hey, read my lips
'Cause all they say is kiss,
kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss
No, it'll never stop
My hands are in the air
Yes, I'm in love
My heart is beating
like a jungle drum
Like a dunk-a-dunka
dunka-dunka dun dun
My heart is beating
like a jungle drum
Like a ducka-ducka-ga-ga
ducka-ducka-ducka dun
My heart is beating
like a jungle drum
Oh, Mr. Marc, there are sixty
One of them is going to
break your heart, Finetti.
I hope so.
You're going to turn an award-
winning magazine into a what?
An online blog?
They don't even give
those awards anymore.
There hasn't been a lit
mag competition in years.
They are too expensive,
and frankly I don't...
Elspeth, um...
Jack, you know Miss
Croyden from our board.
Miss Croyden, yes.
Imagine a low bow here.
Will was just about to get frank.
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