The Chocolate War

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- Break!

- Break!

All right!

Down. Set. Hike.

Hut.

Renault! Renault!

I'm all right.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

I'm all right, coach.

What the hell you wanna play football for?

- How tall are you?

- 5'9'.

- How much you weigh?

- 145.

All right, show up tomorrow, 3:00 sharp.

And if you're late,

you're through before you start.

Two more names.

That kid they call The Goober.

Roland Goubert.

Brother Eugene's room.

Do they think it's easy?

I mean,

who the hell do they think I am?

You're not much help, Obie.

I never thought you needed much help, Archie.

All right.

All right, let's just finish this.

One more name.

The kid who just left the field.

The one they wiped out.

Kid named Renault. Freshman.

Here it is.

'Renault, Jerome E. Son of James R.

'A pharmacist at Blake's. Birth date...'

The kid just turned 15. Blah, blah, blah.

Oh, his mother just died last spring.

Cancer.

That must be hard.

Poor kid.

- With his mother dead and all.

- Yeah.

- You know what he needs?

- What?

Therapy.

Therapy?

Right.

Put him down.

Jesus, Archie, you saw him out there.

He's just a skinny kid.

I mean, his mother's barely cold.

What are you putting him on the list for?

Put him down.

Assignment?

You running out of ideas?

I'm just being artistic.

It's an art, you know.

Put him down for the chocolates.

You know what, Archie?

What?

Life is sad, sometimes.

Life is sh*t.

Strike!

All right, yeah.

There's nothing anyone could do.

It's God's will.

It's just life.

Hey, Jerr.

Have a good day?

It was all right. I had another practice.

Fine.

You know, one of these days

I might just get a pass off.

Fine.

How was your day?

Fine.

That's good.

Mrs. Hunter left a casserole.

You hungry?

I can have it ready in a few minutes.

Fine.

- Dad?

- Yeah?

Were things really fine at the store today?

What do you mean?

I mean, every day for six months

I've asked you how things are going,

and every day, you say, 'Fine.'

I mean, don't you have some great days,

or some rotten days?

A drugstore is a drugstore, Jerry.

I mean, it's pretty much the same all the time.

Listen, would you like a salad?

I got some lettuce and tomato

and fixings around.

- Dad?

- Yeah?

Nothing. Dad?

Yes?

Did you ever wanna be a doctor?

No.

Enough of this crap.

Bailey.

- Yes, Brother Leon?

- Up here.

As you know, gentlemen,

a certain discipline

must be maintained in a school.

A line must be drawn

between teachers and students.

We teachers would love

to be one of the boys, of course.

But that line of separation must remain.

Bailey, I'm sorry.

- Bailey.

- Yes, Brother Leon?

Why do you find it necessary to cheat?

Is silence an admission of guilt, Bailey?

Oh, Bailey, what are we gonna do about you?

I don't cheat, Brother Leon.

But look at the evidence, Bailey.

Your marks, all A's.

Every test, every paper.

Only a genius is capable

of that kind of performance.

Do you claim to be a genius, Bailey?

I'll admit, you look like one.

Those big ears and that little face,

all pinched up.

And that little, tiny kind of baby walk you do.

- Bailey?

- Yes?

You haven't answered my question, Bailey.

Well?

I don't cheat, Brother Leon.

Then how do you account

for all those A's, Bailey?

- I don't know.

- Are you perfect, Bailey?

All those A's, that implies perfection.

Is that it, Bailey?

Only God is perfect, Bailey.

Do you compare yourself to God?

If God is perfect,

and you are perfect, Bailey,

doesn't that suggest something to you, Bailey?

The other alternative is that,

of course, you're not perfect.

And, of course, you're not.

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