Pump Up the Volume Page #3

That's obvious.

It's practically illegible.

I was hoping that you'd share

your feelings about it.

Saved by the bell.

Don't think if I didn't

read your composition...

it won't be read.

They're looking for new writers

at the Clarion.

Don't be embarrassed

of your talent.

- Hey, Paige.

- Hiya, Paige.

Hey, I finally got my new Miata.

You should hear the cd player.

It's unbelievable.

Tennis team's throwing

a party tonight.

Later, Paige.

See you there.

See ya.

Hey, that's my box.

How's about asking, huh?

Good morning, Mr. Murdock.

Good morning, sir.

I'm not stupid, you know.

School is judged

on one category only.

Academic schools.

The lesson

of modern education is...

nothing good comes easily--

no pain, no gain.

Excuse me, everyone.

Miss Creswood,

you want to listen to this?

It's the third tape this week.

I can't believe it.

Oh, Nellie!

Oh, yeah, I'm gonna explode.

Oh, take cover, Arizona!

Here I come!

Jan, this is no laughing matter.

Enjoy.

You're in my writing class,

right?

Right.

Yeah, I like Emerson.

She's pretty funky.

Now you're in trouble.

You owe twenty-five cents.

"How to Talk Dirty

and lnfluence People"...

by Lenny Bruce.

Who's he?

Any good?

He's all right.

Talk a lot?

Not too much, no.

Cute, but no way.

Guess who?

It's 10:
00. Do you care

where your parents are?

Because after all,

it is a jungle out there.

I don't know.

I mean, everywhere I look...

it seems like someone's getting

butt-surfed by the system.

My parents are always

talking about the system...

and the Sixties

and how cool it was.

Well, look at where

the Sixties got them, huh?

Come on, people, now

Smile on your brother

Everybody get together

Try to love one another

right now

Tune in, turn it up!

Now that was the Sixties.

This is a song

for the Nineties...

from my buddies The Descendants!

Welcome to Der Wienerschnitzel.

may I take your order, please?

Yeah. I want...

Want whale sperm with that?

Why don't we listen

to that one again, huh?

Welcome to Der Wienerschnitzel.

May I take your order, please?

Yeah. I want...

You want whale sperm with that?

I hate the Sixties,

I hate school...

I hate principals.

I hate vice principals...

but my true, pure,

refined hatred...

is reserved

for guidance counselors.

Happy Harry just happens

to have in his very hands...

a copy of a memo written

by one Mr. David Deaver...

guidance counselor

extraordinaire...

to one Miss Loretta Creswood,

high school principal.

"I find Cheryl unremorseful...

"about her unfortunate

condition."

Bastard can't even say

she's knocked up.

What channel?

"And she's unwilling

to minimize its effect...

"on the morale

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