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Scott: You may report to the custodian's office after school today. You'll be spending your free time this week eliminating graffiti from the boys' bathroom. Tryonn Anderson: I got choir practice. Scott: You think humor is appropriate in this situation, Mr. Anderson? Harry: Uh, Scott? He really does have choir practice. He's a choirboy. Milton: You seemed eager to ignore Sheryl Holt when I was leaping into the horse's ass. What, this is more interesting? Steven: Yeah. A lot. Christine: I don't want to wrestle! Kevin: Why? Christine: Look, I enjoyed it at first, but after a while rolling around on the floor with a 200-pound sweating, grunting pig who is trying to physically hurt me - the fun wears off. [Harry enters Marilyn's choir practice] Marilyn: What's up? Harry: I just came by to let the music wash over me. Marilyn: What do you want, Harry? Tyronn: You people don't want to know the truth about nothing! Harry: "My people" - would that be whites, teachers, perverts, what? Harry: Do I look stupid to you? Tyronn: Yes, and you act it! Milton: You don't have to lie. Just...say you don't know anything. Kevin: That would be a lie. Kevin: Please don't tell me how to treat one of my wrestlers! Lauren: Please don't sound like a coach. Kevin: Don't condescend because I'm a coach. Lauren: Look, things in her life are a little difficult now. Kevin: Right. Sports is like life - you get knocked down- Lauren: Okay, back to sounding like a coach! Kevin: Back to condescending! Lauren: Kevin! Kevin: Lauren! Scott: Mr. Senate, you remember Detective Wallace Danby of the Boston Police Department? Harry: I didn't do it. [sighing] Allright. I did it. Danny: Miss Davis, you are a very nice person. But you and Mr. Senate are like Barbie and Ken. Lauren: You back to not talking? Harry: Lauren, I danced! You want me to dance with you and talk?! Lauren: Yes. Harry: Okay, pick a topic. Lauren: You. Harry: Nah...pick something else. We already did that. Lauren: Harry. Harry: What makes you think that I'm not talking about me? You know, I could be not talking about a student. Lauren: Harry! Harry: See, now you want me to shut up. Allright. Talk...shut up. Talk...shut up. [sighing] I don't understand you. This means we should get married? Harvey: Don't kid yourself, Lauren! These girls, they grow up so fast. And they all want us! Marla: They all want you? Harvey: Don't start with me, Marla. I'm in no mood to be started with! |