Doubt Page #3

will have its consequence tomorrow.

- Mark my words.

- Yes.

Ballpoints make them press down, when

they press down, they write like monkeys.

- I don't allow them ballpoint pens.

- And yet here one is.

Penmanship is dying

all across this country.

I hope not.

You should frame something.

Put it up on the blackboard.

Put the Pope up.

That's the wrong Pope. He's deceased.

I don't care what Pope it is.

Use the glass to see behind you.

The children should think you have eyes

in the back of your head.

- Wouldn't that be a little frightening?

- Only to the ones who are up to no good.

Relax. Put it up there.

All right, now.

The thing about shooting from

the foul line is it's psychological.

All right, come up with a routine.

All right, shift your weight,

move your hips...

Hey, you think that's funny, Ralph?

You know what's funny is

you never getting a foul shot.

All right, concentrate on the routine,

and you'll forget to get tensed up.

All right, go ahead, Jimmy.

Good man. You listen. That's good.

All right, now sit down. Everyone.

Good.

On another matter, I've noticed

several of you guys got dirty nails.

I don't want to see that.

I'm not talking about the length of your

nails, I'm talking about cleanliness.

See? Look at my nails.

All right, they're long,

I like them a little long,

but look at how clean they are.

That makes it okay.

The climpity-clomp.

Clomp clomp clomp.

Harder than a herd of elephants.

You are wicked!

No, I told her, "You're her mother!

You raised her, you fed her,

YOU tell her she's fat!"

- Oh!

- But wait, how fat is she?

- What, the mother or the daughter?

- The daughter.

- I never met the daughter.

- What about the mother?

Fat!!!

Father, we having practice after school?

If you guys want it, we can have it.

Let me know.

The Fascist governments of Germany

and Italy were already working together.

They formed the Pact of Steel.

The Pact of Steel was a military alliance

between Benito Mussolini and Adolf Hitler.

Mister London, get back in your seat

and stop bothering Miss Horan, please.

Now, who can tell me---

Yes?

Yes. Of course, Father.

Donald? You should go to the Rectory.

Two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven.

Go one, two, three, touch.

One, two, three, kick.

And back, side, front, kick.

Back, side, front...

- Raymond, what are you doing?

- The mashed potato.

You're supposed to be doing

the bossa nova.

But I know the mashed potato.

All right, now follow.

Back, side, front, kick.

Back, side, one, two, three, kick.

Back, side, front, kick.

Back, side, front. Okay.

Let me get in front of you

so that you can see what I'm doing.

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