Easy Six Page #5

Give it to me!

So you decided

to go legit now, huh?

You're sure you're not doing

any jobs on the side with...

friends of the family.

Hell, no, Donnie,

I wouldn't want to risk my license.

Sally, Sally, Sally, Sally...

...you just stay out of trouble.

.Thanks.

Oh, and,

hey Mr. Friend of the Family...

did you know here in Clark

County you can be arrested...

for patronizing a hooker,

like Sally?

Thank you for

that information, officer.

Don't mention it.

- Rude man. I'm just helping.

- Yeah, it's Vegas.

Again.

Cool.

Do you know what they call

a head of masturbating cattle?

Beef stroganoff.

Strange thing. I almost got fired

for telling that silly little joke.

Maybe it would've been best.

What do you mean?

I mean, it's obvious

you don't fit in there.

Well, fitting in

has never been easy for me.

That's why I left England.

American colleges, when I first

arrived, were free and loose.

Refuges for intellectualism

and radical thinking.

Now, they're just part

of the big corporate economy...

like a department store.

The administrators

are like store managers...

the professors are the clerks...

and the students

are the almighty customers.

Why do you let everyone

push you around?

Who?

Everyone. The students, faculty...

Especially the students.

Like I said,

the students are the customers...

and the customers are always right.

Do you know

when I gave my last "fail"?

It was before your time, nearly 7

years ago, a girl called Nora Vallum.

Well, Nora Vallum

hardly ever came to class...

she never did homework,

did a miserable exam...

and she was argumentative

in my conference with her.

I had no hesitation in failing her.

Now, she complained

to Janet Vanderpour...

that the reason she didn't come

to class was to protest the fact...

that I only taught

one woman writer...

in my Renaissance fiction seminar,

that I was sexist.

Well, the dean instructed me

to give her a B plus...

and to reconsider my curriculum.

So, what did you do?

At first,

I thought about quitting...

and then I thought about fighting.

And then I compromised.

I gave Nora her grade...

but I went on teaching what I wanted

to teach, but as a concession...

I only ever give students

A's and B's since then.

That way everyone is satisfied.

I look good,

as if I'm doing a great job...

students get the grades they want,

but are never prepared to work for.

And the administration is happy.

Are you happy?

Yes, of course.

I mean, what choice do I have?

Don't you need to get that?

Hey, Pack!

Pack, it's Frank.

Hey, Sally's coming home

for Christmas.

Yeah. She said you found her.

Why didn't you call me and tell me?

Because she wanted

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