Legally Blondes Page #3

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Fashion Arts elective.

Which you got rid of two years ago.

And her Tai Chi Tuesdays.

Which you might consider reinstating.

You really would benefit.

I finally got this institution back on track,

and I refuse to Iet the next generation

of blonde Woods nymphs

destroy what I've created!

Tai Chi Tuesdays. I'm just saying.

Out!

Aren't you a Iittle young

to be a school administrator?

Oh, yeah, well,

I do data entry and IT in the main offices

as my work study.

Work-study?

Well, yeah. On full scholarship at Pac Prep,

you need to work to pay off your tuition.

Ergo, work-study.

It's a good thing

we're only partial scholarship, then.

Inputting data makes me nod off.

Not me. I can input data all day Iong.

You into computers?

I faff around a bit.

- Faff?

- What Annie means is faff.

It means dabble.

Good to know. Well, here we are.

This is first-period American History.

I'm in the same class,

but I need to swing

by the computer Iab first.

So here, Izzy.

I'll see you in class, Annie.

- Annie?

- Sorry.

Hello? Come on.

It's an Uber Electronics phone.

My daddy's company isn't even

releasing them in stores till next year.

It's a phone, video game console,

MP3 player, PDA, all in one.

It even has

HD hologram technology.

- Oh!

- The coolest thing ever.

I've gotta have one.

Well, I might be able to convince my daddy

to get you one.

Whoa. Hottie airlines taxing into the gate.

I'll check us in with the teacher

while you find us seats.

Okay.

Oh, my...

Goldilocks make Justin Bear happy.

What are you two going on about?

Hi, Mr. Golden, I'm Izzy,

and I was told I'm to check in with you.

Excuse me.

What do you think you are doing?

Um...

Sitting?

In my chair.

Literally, that's my chair.

My daddy paid for it.

Oh, I'm sorry. That plaque is beautiful.

You have a Iovely seat.

Everyone knows, front row,

three across, in every classroom,

my seat.

Do I need to send out a memo

to every newbie dweeb that...

Are you, Iike, a frosted flake or what?

I beg your pardon?

I just told you that's my seat.

Well, this is a bit awkward,

considering I've never even met you.

- I'm Izzy...

- Oh, okay! Am I being punked?

Is this a joke? 'Cause I'm not Iaughing.

Anyone?

Izzy, I saved you a seat here.

Excuse me.

There's two of them?

Look, Brad, be a sport.

Sharpen my pencils.

Justin, the sharpener's three feet away.

You know that sound drives me crazy.

Welcome back.

I am Mr. Golden, your history teacher.

I would Iike to extend a special welcome to

- Annie and Izzy Woods.

- Hi.

- They're new here to Pac Prep.

- Hi there.

And they are...

Hot.

From the UK, Mr. Whitley,

which is actually quite ironic

when you consider how much class time

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