Mr. Holland's Opus Page #3

Give it up, Miss Lang.

I meant for the day.

- I meant "Give it up for the day. "|- I know what you meant.

Then... why are you crying?

I'm terrible. I'm...

I'm terrible. I practise till my lips swell up,|but all I make is noise.

It takes work|to learn a musical instrument.

I just... I just wanna be good at something.

My sister"s got a ballet scholarship|to go to Juilliard,

and my brother"s going to Notre Dame|on a football scholarship.

My mother"s won the blue ribbon|for watercolours at the state fair

so many times|they"ve retired the category.

My father"s got the most|beautiful voice. He's...

I'm the only one in my family who"s...

I... I just can't...

It doesn't make any difference anyway. I...

Mr Holland!|Just the man I was looking for.

We"re forming a textbook committee|for next year.

I would like to have your suggestions. We|meet next Tuesday night in the library.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs Jacobs.|I'm very busy on Tuesday night.

Uh-huh?

You know, for a good four or five months|now, I've been watching you.

I've never seen a teacher|sprint for the parking lot

with more speed and enthusiasm|than his students.

Perhaps you should be our track coach.

Mrs Jacobs, I get here on time|every morning, don't I?

I'm doing my job the best I can.

A teacher is two jobs.|Fill young minds with knowledge, yes.

But, more important,|give those minds a compass

so that knowledge doesn't go to waste.

I don't know what you do|with the knowledge,

but as a compass, you"re stuck.

I really hate that woman!|And I hate teaching, Iris. I hate it.

Nobody could teach|these children. Nobody!

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

They just sit there, staring up at me.|There's no there there. I've been trying...

You played a lot of tough houses.|When they didn"t listen, did you quit?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute! Aren"t we|supposed to be on the same side?

I am.

It's just that I...

I...

What?

I'm pregnant.

I wasn't... I wasn't sure if I was,|but I went to the doctor and I... I am.

We are.

S...

Say something.

Wow.

Iris...

- Iris...|- I... I don't know. I knew!

- I knew you wouldn"t be, but I just...|- Iris, it just took me by surprise, that's all.

Let me tell you a story, OK?

When I was 15 years old|I used to hang out at a local record store.

There was this guy who worked there|who thought he knew what I liked,

and he handed me this album one day|and it was John Coltrane.

So I took it home|and I put it on the machine.

And I hated it. I mean, I really hated it.

I just didn"t get it.

So I... played it again.

I played it again, and I played it again...

and then... I just couldn"t stop playin" it.

I kept listening to those notes.

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