Pay It Forward Page #3

Yeah? And?

It's an assignment I give out at the

beginning of every year to inspire.

I don't expect them to change the world.

-You don't expect them to change--

-Excuse me.

It's to get them to think,

not walk on water.

An assignment they can't do?

What kind of teacher are you?

I didn't say that.

They make attempts.

Now and then they clean up graffiti--

This is my kid. You don't know him.

Tell him he can do something,

he'll believe you.

And when he can't, it'll wipe him out.

They ought to fire your ass

out of here right now.

They probably won't do that because I

filled a very excellent quota.

I'm just this side of parking in

the blue zone.

You think you can do whatever you want

because your face is messed up?

Why don't you put down in writing your

Little and Loud complaints...

...and I'll make sure they get put

in the suggestion box.

Jesus.

You are really something.

Thanks. I appreciate the euphemism.

I've always wanted to be something.

Can I help you with something, miss?

No.

Mr. Thorsen. Hold up, man!

I've been waiting all day for you.

-Why won't you return my calls?

-We' re not friends.

I got the pink slip for the car.

Quite a stocking stuffer.

-You can't accept it?

-No, that would make me a moron.

I just want to know about

these instructions.

Do what they say. Pay it forward.

-Why?

-Because you've accepted the car.

-You' re obligated.

-What if I don't feel obligated?

What if I take my new car, get some

hookers and drive to Mexico?

I'll never know.

What is this? Come on, for real.

An attack of total altruism

from a Litigator.

I've got a meeting.

I've got a story. Okay?

A partner at Channing and Moss

is giving away cars?

Tell me a reason or I'll make one up.

Mine will be more interesting.

You've gone dotty, you're wearing

crystals, keeping too many cats at home?

Look. Listen, please!

My ex-wife has everything. Okay?

Plus, she's in a Lesbian relationship

just to piss me off.

Help me out, please.

My daughter has asthma.

One night it was very bad,

the worst I'd ever seen it.

It was the middle of the night,

emergency room.

We were waiting forever.

Couldn't get anyone to pay attention.

Her inhaler doesn't seem

to be working.

Mr. Parker, what happened?

My sister, she stabbed me.

-We were here first.

-Stab wounds first.

-She can't breathe. She's scared.

-I will Let you know.

Somebody has to see her.

It's never been this bad.

Do something.

Would you just sit down?

I' m sorry. We've been here 4 hours.

You need to get a doctor.

No. Wait.

That's bullshit.

Help her right now.

-Excuse me?

-Why you giving me sh*t?

Ain't you got some oxygen?

Let me get the supervisor.

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