Wild Child Page #2
- PG-13
- Year:
- 2008
- 124 min
- 16,104 Views
versus the Rolex,
trounce it every time.
- What's a Wagon Wheel?
Jesu Christi, you
have not lived.
Ew.
- That's carbs and sugar.
What a revelation.
I had no idea.
- What the bleep is that?
None of your
bleeping business.
It's an iPhone.
Good luck getting a
signal. We only have...
two hot spots that
work round here.
Maybe you should try entering
the 21st century, Buck Rogers.
This place is medieval.
It's imperative that
I make my phone calls.
It's pointless anyway.
We're only allowed
mobiles on weekends.
How am I supposed to
call my therapist?
She's joking, right?
Oh, sweetheart,
this is not Beverly
Hills, 90210.
Just put it away before
Matron catches you.
- Where's your trunk?
- Hasn't been delivered yet.
No.
No, no, no. Not the
new season Gucci. No.
The Choos. No.
This is all only
hand-washable.
This is ridiculous.
- Why...
- What? I might get thirsty.
You know, in the
UK we have this...
amazing thing.
It's called a tap.
Welcome back, girls.
Oh, good, staff. How quickly...
can you get all
this stuff cleaned?
- Is she...
- American.
Oh, yes, we had one
of those in 1997.
Not good.
Accustom her to my
rules, and she should...
be in the correct
uniform for a start.
Mobile phones, please, girls.
Thank you, Kiki.
Thank you, Josie.
Thank you, Kate.
Whoa. Hands off, mama.
I said, hands off.
I am Scottish, not remedial.
Good, then you understand.
Line dry, press, no
starch, and no creases.
How dare you? No
mufti for a week.
Fine. Mufti may be
your thing, lady,
but it sure ain't mine.
- She means no home
clothes for a week.
Like I give a sh*t.
- I'll be gone by then.
- Language.
Two Sundays detention.
For the whole dorm.
I'll deal with this.
Look, hey. Hey.
Here's a Ben Franklin.
Why don't you go out
and buy yourself...
Well, anything.
Whatever you get...
will be a serious improvement.
Three Sundays. For everyone.
- Thanks a lot for
that, you utter moron.
What are you, mental?
What? She was a
grade one a-hole...
with a severe
attitudinal problem.
The bell's going
to go in a minute.
Just put your uniform on.
Now.
You will never get away
with that uniform, for start,
and FYI, no
drinking, no smoking,
no alcohol.
No fireworks, no
dangerous weapons,
no illegal drugs.
If you have a
problem with someone,
no random bitching.
Structure your point.
No Web surfing, no bullying.
So, if you behave
like an arsehole,
we all suffer, so do not
get us in your sh*t...
- or we will break you.
- Oh, I'm scared.
- Hi, Kate. Hi, how
are you? Hi, Kate.
Hello.
What are you, like,
prom queen or something?
Kate's got a
terrible affliction.
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