Fast Times at Ridgemont High Page #6

MR. HAND

I've taken the time to print up a

complete schedule of class quizzes,

and the chapters they cover. Please

pass them back to the desks behind

you...

Hand begins passing out stacks of purple

mimeographed sheets.

ANGLE ON STUDENTS

all smelling the purple mimeographed sheets.

Still standing in the doorway, hyperventilating

with fifteen-year-old adrenalin, is Jeff Spicoli.

After a time, he fishes a few bits of his ad card

out of the wastebasket and huffs out of the room.

EXT. RIDGEMONT LUNCH COURT - AFTERNOON

It's packed. The school's outdoor dining area is

actually just a small courtyard lined with fast

food machines and dominated by a large oak tree in

the center. Standing at the center of lunch court,

under the large oak tree, is Brad Hamilton and his

golf-cap Buddies.

BRAD:

You hear about the surfer in Mr.

Hand's class?

His Buddies shake their heads.

BRAD (CONT'D)

Told Hand to f*** off.

BRAD'S BUDDIES

Whoa!_

Brad sees another friend pass through lunch court.

BRAD:

Thompson!

Brad waits for him to pass.

BRAD (CONT'D)

I hear Thompson got canned at Bob's

this summer.

BUDDY #1

Yeah. They hacked his hours, so he

quit.

BRAD:

Where is he now?

BUDDY #1

Making two eighty at Seven-Eleven.

BRAD:

Man.

(pause)

They make you wear a f***in' candy

stripe suit over there.

BUDDY #2

Poor guy.

BRAD:

Poor guy.

EXT. LUNCH COURT - ANGLE ON THE 200 BUILDING

BATHROOM:

near the outer rim of lunch court. Jeff Spicoli

comes stumbling out into the daylight, surrounded

by a small group of Ridgemont Stoners. Marijuana

smoke billows out behind them.

STONER BUDDY #1

It was so bitchin', mon. Everybody

is talking about it.

STONER BUDDY #2

Totally.

SPICOLI:

The motherf***er pissed me off.

STONER BUDDY #2

Totally. You don't have to take

that sh*t.

SPICOLI:

I didn't take that sh*t.

They all laugh, flip hair out of their eyes.

STONER BUDDY #1

Tell us again. What happened after

he ripped up your ad card?

SPICOLI:

I called him a dick. And then I

reached for his class notes, and I

ripped 'em up. I said, 'Hey bud.

Two can play this game.'

The Stoners go wild.

SPICOLI (CONT'D)

I'll tell you this. If he hassles

me again, I can't be responsible

for what happens... you know why?

STONER BUDDY #1

Because he's a f***in' dick!

SPICOLI:

You got it.

(pause)

Gimme a dollar.

One surfer digs out a dollar for Spicoli. They look

out at lunch court, see it teeming with straight

kids. They turn and walk towards the parking lot.

EXT. LUNCH COURT - ANGLE ON STACY AND LINDA

as they walk onto lunch court. They take a seat on

the outskirts of the area and watch all the

students crowding onto the eating area.

LINDA:

I hear some surfer pulled a knife

on Mr. Hand this morning.

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