Two, two, one, two. Mic check one, two. One, two.
Oh, yeah. rall know what's coming up, don't you?
Come on, I got it right here. I got it right here.
Bomont High School, where you at?
We got something to celebrate! Bomont Panthers, 31!
Bayson Bulldogs, 17! We killed 'em, y'all! Yeah!
All right, I want eveybody on the dance floor! Come on!
What? What? rall ready to party?
Get up, get up! I thought this was a party! Let's dance!
Been woking so hard
I'm punching my card
Eight hours for what?
Oh, tell me what I got
I've got this feeling
That time'sjust holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town
Tonight I got to cut loose
footloose _ck off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pull me ofl of my knees
Jack, get back
Come on, before we crack
Lose your blues
Eveybody cut footloose
Hey, Robert!
Yeah!
Bomont High, where are you at now?
- I'm not kidding. - They did not!
- Yes, they did. - They did not.
We going to Mama's?
We're about to get real wild tonight, y'all! Come on!
- Ron, where we going tomorrow? - We're going to Mama Cannon's.
I'm sorry, guys. Suzy gets the final call.
Turn it up, turn it up! It's the best part!
Louder, Bobby!
Dispatch, stand by. I've got the driver here. License and registration.
- Step forward for me, please, sir. - All right.
He is testing us.
Our Lord is testing us.
Especially now...
...when we are consumed with despair.
When we are asking our God why this had to happen.
No parent should ever have to know the horror
of burying their own child.
And yet...
...five of Bomont's brightest have lost their lives.
Among them, my only son.
My boy. Bobby.
We have other children to raise here in Bomont.
And one day, they will no longer be in our...
...embrace and in our care.
They will belong to the world.
A world filled with evil and temptation...
...and danger.
But until that day, they are ours to protect.
That is the lesson to be taken from this tragedy. That is our test.
We cannot be missing from our children's lives.
The following measures will be read and voted on accordingly.
A cu_ew for minors under the age of 18 will take effect immediately.
Minors must be home by ten p. m. on weeknights,
11 p. m. on weekends. All in favor, say "Aye. "
- Aye. - Opposed.
Motion carries.
Punitive measures will be taken against any individual,
group or property owner who organizes a public gathering
where minors engage in inappropriate activities.
Such activities include consumption of alcohol or unlamul drugs,
listening to vulgar or demeaning amplified music,
or participating in lewd or lascivious dancing.
- All in favor, say "Aye. " - Aye.
Motion carried.
There will be no public displays of dancing unless supervised as part of
a school, civic or church-related function.
Outside of these authorized institutions,
public dancing among Bomont's minors will be in violation of the law.
- All in favor, say "Aye. " - Aye.
Reverend? Your vote, please.
- Aye. - Opposed. Motion carried.
This is my car.
Momma, it's Ren! He's here!
I'm gonna beat you!
Hey, girls. How you doing?
You guys are huge!
- Get off of me! Attack of the cousins! - Who'd you find, Amy?
- Hey, darling. - Hey, how you doing?
Good. Hope you got some sleep on that bus.
Yeah, I got plenty of sleep. No worries, Lulu.
- Hey, boy. - Wesley.
You used to call me Uncky Wes.
You too big in the britches for that now?
- Is anybody hungry? - I'm hungry! I'm hungry!
- Sounds good. Need a hand with that? - I got it, thanks.
Hey Ren, I wanna tell you a ioke. How do you make a tissue dance?
Put a little boogie in it.
Hey, buddy, I tell you about these baked beans?
Your great grandma Esther, who you didn't know.
This is her secret recipe.
Yeah, you know what the secret ingredient is?
Bourbon.
It's not bourbon. It's a ton of butter.
- That's code for bourbon. - Now, we do burgers on Saturdays.
I didn't know if you were a vegetarian, or a vegan or something?
No, no, no, this is great, it's good. Thank you.
- It's grass-fed beef. - Thank you.
With a bit of possum.
- OK. Whose turn is it? - Daddy's!
Let's ioin hands. Bow your heads.
Most gracious heavenly Father, we ask you to bless this food,
nourishment of our body and greater strength for Thy good.
Help us be ever mindful of the needs of others.
- Amen! - Amen.
This used to be my office, but Lulu fixed her up for you.
It's got all the essentials... water, power, bed.
Look, I appreciate what you've done here. Taking me in and all.
There, at the end, the money you sent us... It really helped.
I wish I could have done more.
Now, look... there's rules in my house.
They're not written down, they're just common sense.
Do your schoolwork. Don't stay out late, that's not just my rule, that's the law.
And don't give people attitude. This ain't Boston.
I really want to pull my own weight around here...
Cooking meals, getting work, helping out.
My buddy, Andy Beamis runs a cotton gin up on Chulahoma.
He said you can start in the middle of next week.
Couldn't I work at the car lot with you?
I'm good with engines, oil changes. That's how I made money back home.
In this economy, that's the best I got. I suggest you learn to love it.
Come on.
How am I supposed to get to work and school?
You got subways out here in Mayberry?
There's that Yankee sarcasm I've been hearing about.
Wish it were funnier. OK.
You say you're good with engines? I'll make you a deal.
If you can get this baby running, she's all yours.
- This? - That's a bad-ass car, boy.
OK, OK. The door sticks.
And the gas pedal's missing. A couple of the, uh...
Hey, it's a fixer-upper.
He did it! He did it!
Have a safe trip!
Oh, shit!
Step out of your vehicle, son.
- Is there a problem, officer? - Driver's license.
Massachusetts, huh?
You got that music cranked pretty loud, Mr. MacCormack.
You gonna throw me in iail for playing Quiet Riot?
Let's watch that attitude, son.
- Yankee sarcasm. - What was that?
Nothing. Sir.
- You'll have to appear in court. - For what?
Disturbing the peace.
Peaceful out here, isn't it?
Progress. What does progress mean to you?
We have computers in our pockets,
telephones in our automobiles, and money on a plastic card.
Who here today remembers a time when you had to go
inside the bank to get your money?
Remember old Mr. Rucker down at Bomont State Bank?
Every time you made a deposit, he'd give you a piece of Bazooka gum.
Now, I haven't yet met an ATM machine
that would give me a piece of Bazooka chewing gum,
let alone make me feel special, like Mr. Rucker did.
Now, is that progress?
Today...
...more and more, as families, we are tuning each other out.
We're either su_ing on the Internet,
texting on our cell phones, or staring mindlessly at a television set.
Now, if that is a portal to the world, I want no part of it.
These are the people that we need to tune in to.
Everyone in this church.
- Thanks for coming today. - Nice preaching today, Reverend.
- Good to see you. - Yes, sir, you, too.
This is my sister's son, the one I was telling you about. Ren MacCormack.
- Ren, Ren, welcome to Bomont. - How you doing?
- We are so happy to have you with us. - Thank you.
I think you're gonna like Bomont High School.
In fact, if I'm not mistaken, the graduating class this year
is the biggest in the school's history.
Hey, Roger! Come on over here!
How many seniors we have at Bomont High this year?
- About 220, give or take a dropout. - Roger's the school principal there.
- Hello. - Wait... Do you play football?
- 'Cause we really need a good kicker. - Ain't that a fact!
But, remember, if you're gonna play for us, you gonna have to stay clean,
keep out of trouble. I heard you already had a run-in with the law.
You what?
I don't know how it is up in Boston, but down here we have rules
against playing music too loud.
You're kidding me. He got popped for playing music?
Ariel! I want you to meet my daughter, she goes to Bomont.
You're going to need a friend on your first day.
This is Ren MacCormack. He'll be attending school with you tomorrow.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Hey, Dad? - Yes, honey?
Rusty and I have that science project due tomorrow,
we're going to be working on it pretty late. I was thinking I'd stay over.
- Is that OK? - On a school night? Is that necessary?
Rusty! Don't you think it's gonna take us all night?
Sure. At least.
- I guess it's fine, right... - Thanks, Daddy. Bye, Mom.
Come on, let's go.
And with _o laps to go, the leader is car number_,
Chuck Cranston!
Coming around the last turn on the final lap...
We have a winner!
In the number _ car, it's Chuck Cranston
crossing the line first for the checkered flag!
Let's hear it for Chuck!
Yeah! He iust won!
Yeah, baby!
Today's late-model division Two-time champion, folks.
Give it up for Chuck Cranston! Way to go, Chuck!
Go up there, you get that flag and get that cute ass out here right now!
Come on, now!
Hey, what are you doing? Come back here with that!
- Ariel, what the hell are you doing?! - Hammer down, baby!
Oh, yeah. Come on, now.
Chuck Cranston! I don't care if your daddy does own this track,
you've got to get her out of here!
You can chase me down, old man. Chase me down!
Get back here! You're going to get yourself killed out there!
Once again, ladies and gentlemen, your late-model division _o-time champion.
Let's give it up for Chuck Cranston!
Thanks for coming out to the Cranston Motor Speedway.
- Rusty! - We hope you had a good time.
Rusty, I'm talking to you!
You know when you're watching the news, and you see someone
- get killed doing something stupid? - God, this again?
I don't want to be that stupid friend who just stands around watching.
- He should never let you do that! - So you're just going to leave me?
Me?
Leave you?
I don't know what's going on with you anymore.
Ever since Bobby...
- I guess I'll get my own ride back. - I guess you will.
Yellow flag.
Baby, why we got to go so fast?
You want some choirboy to put a promise ring on your finger?
You're not gonna find that with me, preacher's daughter.
Stop. I get that from everybody else. I don't need that from you.
I thought it was real simple with you and me.
Yeah?
I'm your man.
You're... you're my rebel child.
I'm not a child.
Prove it.
Shut the door.
Go on.
Are you going to pout all day?
Look, I already said I was sorry.
It's Monday. Everybody gets a do-over.
- You love me! - I know I do!
Isn't that that new kid my mom introduced me to at church?
Sure is. He's cute.
- You think everybody's cute. - I know, but I think he's cute.
He dressed up for his first day of school. That's so cute!
Oh, my God, Rusty. Come on, let's go.
Did you see his tie? I like it and I'm going to tell him.
- That's a nice tie. - Rusty.
Hey, I mean it! Don't let anyone tell you different.
Thanks, uh...
- Rusty. - It's Ahriel, right?
It's Ariel.
- Ariel. - Very good.
Hey. Watch where you're going, little guy.
- Sorry, man. I didn't see you. - It's like driving.
Stick with the flow of traffic, numbnuts.
Maybe if you weren't wearing all that camouflage, I could see you.
You should get one of them orange vests so hunters don't shoot you.
An orange vest? I don't wear orange.
I'm not a Tennessee fan. I'm a Georgia Bulldog.
Where you from? You talk funny.
I talk funny? I talk funny? You should hear you from my end.
I'm from Boston.
Massachusetts?
- It's in the United States? - Yeah, I read that somewhere.
What's up, man? I'm Willard.
- I'm Ren. MacCormack. - Nice to meet you. Let me see this.
Literature and Composition. That's this way. Follow me.
People give you shit about that tie yet?
- Nah, but the day iust started. - First group, on your mark...
Keep that head down! Head down!
I'm gonna smoke your butt, man.
- You think so? - I know so. Your butt's getting smoked.
Come on, Willard!
Go get your water.
Don't gulp it down!
Warm it up in your mouth.
Two swallows, hit them monkey bars.
- You're looking flushed, Willard. - My cheeks are naturally ruddy, man.
Ren, this is Woody, our team captain. You don't gotta salute him.
- What's up, man? Nice to meet you. - How's it going?
Last year, varsity made it to regional. They bussed us down to Alabama.
The excitement never stops.
- You haven't been overseas? - I've been to Alabama, if that counts.
No. It doesn't.
I went to Russia two years ago with my gymnastics team.
It's kind of a sister city thing with Moscow.
Yeah, Russia... I don't know if I dig that. It sounds kind of boring.
Do you know anything about Russian girls?
I know they range from bearded to drop-dead beautiful.
Yeah? Well, I can vouch for the beautiful ones.
Two girls from the Russian team
snuck me out of my dorm room late night. They didn't have beards.
- They were smoking. - What were they smoking?
Oh, you mean, like, smokin' hot. I'm sorry. Continue.
So we go to this club. The music's banging. It's pitch black.
I couldn't see shit, iust hot two girls drenched in sweat all over me.
- We danced all night. - Great. What'd you guys do after?
Oh, come on. Look, down in the South, you can't start a story
about a threesome and not finish it.
Come on.
It goes without saying, these girls are flexible.
They take me into a bathroom stall. One shoves her tongue down my throat,
the other one's on top. This girl's a champion pommel horse gymnast.
I'm talking killer upper body strength. Banging.
She's scratching my back, she's tearing my clothes off.
And her friend's whispering in my ear, "Hernnya. "
- Her... - Hernnya.
- Yeah.
- What does that mean? - It's Russian for "bullshit. "
Why would she say that?
- 'Cause you're bullshitting me? - Yup. Yeah.
But we did dance, man.
We danced our asses off.
That ain't right.
You ever work at a gin before? You know about a bale press?
I don't know. I've never seen one.
- Where are you from? - Boston, Mass.
Did they teach you anything useful up north?
Just enough to get by. I'm hoping y'all can teach me the three R's.
Three R's?
Yeah, you know... reading, writing, redneckery.
People are giving you a hard time, I can see that.
You're young, you're from out of town and you're a smart aleck.
Can you start Thursday?
Yeah. Yes, sir!
I'll teach you to read and write,
but you're on your own when it comes to redneckery.
Yeah. Give it a little bit of gas.
Yeah, that sounds good. Cut it.
What's the deal with the preacher's daughter? She worth all that attitude?
I hear, back in the day, she used to be a goody two-shoes.
Now she fronts like she some hellraiser. Wearing her jeans tight and everything.
You could put a quarter in that girl's back pocket
and tell if it's heads or tails.
Why? You're trying to knock boots with her, aren't you?
- No. - Yes, you are. He is.
I'm iust curious. I ain't trying to bang her or take her ballroom dancing.
Well, that'd be pretty hard, being that that's against the law.
What? Banging a preacher's daughter?
No, public dancing's against the law if you're under 18.
Shut up.
Wait, wait, wait. Jump back.
Are you kidding me? Dancing is against the law?
Yeah, man. We got laws up the poop chute around here.
I can't even bring a bandana to school, because they think I'm in a gang.
If my face gets sweaty, I gotta use the back of my hand.
Let me tell you something, this country was built on bandanas.
So you're telling me Bomont High doesn't have a prom.
Well, you know... They got the Fall Ball, right?
OK. So, all the churches get together and put it on.
The whole town shows up and everybody's eyes are on you
to make sure you're dancing at least six inches away from your girl.
You gotta add another two inches for me.
And, for one song, they make you... They make you dance with your mother.
I mean, talk about a boner killer.
And the schools don't wanna have dances on their property.
They... They say they don't want to be held liable.
They don't want to be held liable for what?
Five seniors died in a car crash coming home from a dance,
and that's when the whole town went crazy.
They started blaming it on the liquor, the music, the dancing.
After a while everybody started thinking dancing was a sin.
But we're talking about the law, right? Not heaven and hell?
Yeah, take that up with Reverend Moore. I'm a machine, I'm a machine.
Hey, what's up, dude?
Hey, Woody, what's up, man?
Hey, how you doing?
- MacCormack. - How you doing, buddy?
- Good, man. You hungry? - Yeah. What's good here?
We got nachos, hot dogs, hamburgers.
Frito pie, all the way.
And if you're a real man? You'll eat that jalapeño.
- Get your fingers out of my pie! - What about that guy?
You don't know where his finger's been.
Woody! Check the door, man. Cop still here?
Five-O getting his move on.
- What you got for me, Uncle Claude? - David Banner.
Bootleg. Don't get too krunk out there.
First sign of the police, I'm gonna pull the plug.
I don't wanna get a fine, and you don't wanna get another ticket.
- Wait. You got a ticket for dancing? - He got two tickets for dancing.
One more and he's off the team.
All right. Let's get this party started! It's on!
- No cops. Let's get it, come on! - Let's get it started!
Yo! It's shomime!
- It's clear! - Let's go!
Back it up, back it up, move out.
Whoa.
- Woody! - Woody!
Whoa!
Now that's what I'm talkin' about. That's a beautiful thing!
Does that turn you on? Girls acting like hussies?
It don't suck.
Oh, now, come on.
Yeah, dude. They... they get into it.
Hey, you. Let's go.
Come on, let's dance.
- Come on! - I'm good. I don't dance.
You go have fun.
Me and my boys are going to push everybody back.
Let me see you do that city boy thing.
C'mon! Get it!
Oh, dang. Oh, dang.
Claude! Reverend Moore's out front, man.
Oh, shit.
You want me to step in on this?
What, you can't keep up?
You can put on a show for that guy. Doesn't mean I'm gonna.
Attention, attention. Ar9el Moore,
will you please come up to the front of the diner.
Your daddy is here for you.
She's busted!
Show's over.
You mother was afraid you didn't have any money. She said you'd be here.
Daddy, it's not a big deal. We were just messing around.
I think it would be best if you came home with me.
Right now.
Daddy gonna take her out to the woodshed.
What the hell does that mean?
It means she's in deep shit.
- Hey, honey. You're home early. - Yeah.
Did you have fun?
- Just breaking the law, Momma. - Ariel. We have not finished talking.
Ariel!
Why do you think you're above serving your penalty in Saturday School?
I don't think I'm above anyone, sir. I was just unaware that...
Hey, Eddie? Eddie?
He has a iob on Saturdays over at Andy's cotton gin.
Wes. Call me "Judge," would you?
- And take your hat off. - OK, Judge Eddie.
Could you show a little mercy here? He was playing his music too loud.
About as loud as you used to play Lynyrd Skynyrd
in that old Impala me and you used to roll in.
Remember that... Judge?
You'll have Andy verify his employment?
- Now hold on... - Yes I will!
- Can I go back to the car lot now? - Sentence suspended.
Oh, man. Son, you're lucky.
Not everyone's got this town on lockdown like I do.
Oh, yeah? Since you and the iudge are so buddy-buddy,
maybe you can have him explain this whole ban-on-dance thing to me.
Whatever happened to separation of church and state?
What's church got to do with it?
It seems to have everything to do with everything around here.
Let me ask you a question.
If there's a football game Sunday and you want to buy a beer, can you?
- You can't buy beer on Sundays. - And why not?
'Cause of church.
You can in Boston, why not in Bomont?
Look. Sunday is God's day.
If you want to drink beer on God's day, you need to buy it on beer's day,
which is Saturday.
It's right there in the Bible, if you don't believe me.
Separation of God and beer.
And if God said it, I believe it. That settles it! Now shut up.
Hey, MacCormack.
Hey, what's up... Ariel?
Chuck Cranston wants to see you at his daddy's racetrack tomorrow.
- Be there at two o'clock. - OK. What happens at two o'clock?
- Show up and find out. - And what if I don't?
- You're gonna miss all the fun. - How come he sent you to tell me?
I volunteered.
If that shithog tries anything, I'm gonna pound him.
- No fighting, Willard. - No promises, Rusty.
You guys, keep the smoke away from her now. Her daddy smells that,
- he'll never let her hang out again. - High school field trip's here.
Twinkle toes.
Watching you the other night, that was real entertaining.
We thought we'd invite you out here. Maybe you could put on a show for us.
Chuck, didn't you hear? He's real into gymnastics.
Gymnastics.
Well... I thought only fags were into gymnastics.
I thought only assholes still used the word "fag. "
Touché.
Why don't you...
...try dancing with this?
Now... we race these buses every weekend at the Derby Mash-up.
We race them in a figure eight, just like this.
Two things you gotta worry about. Your corners, and your intersection.
You fall behind, you're gonna get hit by the leader.
You pull ahead, you iust might get slammed by the guy in last place.
What do you say, city boy? Ready to race?
I drove one of these at a pep rally one time... it ain't easy.
All right? If she flips over, crawl out the side window.
If it catches on fire, iump out of it.
- Keep loose. - Pump your brakes with your foot.
Pump the brakes. Tell him.
- I iust told him. - Cool. Pump them brakes.
- All right, man. Good luck. - Whoa, whoa! Guys, guys.
This is pretty dangerous, right? We could get killed?
We? What's this "we," white boy? Crazy. We? Like I'd get my black ass up there.
What'd I get myself into?
How do, all you pissants? Welcome to the Cranston Motor Speedway!
Whoa, baby! You OK? You kinda had a lot to smoke.
Don't be tellin' me when I've had enough.
Looks like a lovely day for a bus...
I didn't say you had enough. I just said you had a lot.
If you want to lecture somebody, go tell Sweet Buns to start his engine.
We got one practice lap before the green flag drops, folks.
It's a three-lap race to the finish line, or the last man standing.
Gentlemen, start your engines!
Let's go!
We've got homegrown hero Chuck Cranston in Burn in Hell.
You're in my world now, boy!
On the outside, we've got the new kid
racing in the Fun Zone, Ren MacCormack.
Go, Fun Zone!
Caroline and Russell are in the back of the pack, y'all.
Hey! Where's the green flag?
- Improvise. - Now we're coming into turn four,
- getting ready for the green flag. - Oh, yeah!
Preacher's daughter, my ass, baby!
Green flag, green flag, green flag! And... Go!
Come on, Ren! Go!
- Go, Ren! C'mon! - Let's go!
They're coming around turn number one. Fun Zone is loose around the corner.
Hang in there! Hang in there!
Chuck Cranston takes the lead, with Russell on his ass.
Caroline and MacCormack are door to door, they're battling for third place!
You want a little smooch?
She is tearing him up!
Coming out of turn four.
Here they come, headed straight for the intersection!
- Pump the brakes! - Somebody better stop.
Somebody better do something!
- Watch out, baby! - Shit!
- Caroline is into the wall! - Sorry, girl.
Russell! You damn son of a bitch!
Russell and MacCormack are duking it out for second place.
Shit!
We got fireworks! God bless America!
And I'm on fire.
Chuck Cranston holds the lead with one lap to go!
Getting lonely up here!
Oh, we've got us a regular Mexican standoff, folks.
Don't you play chicken with me, boy.
Who's gonna back down? Who's gonna back down?
Somebody's got to back down.
- Oh, what the hell. - No, no, no! Damn it!
Chuck is down! MacCormack takes the lead!
Yeah!
Fire! He's on fire!
Damn it!
- I got no brakes! - Run! Hurry!
We're coming for you, Ren! Hold on!
Oh, my God!
Hey man, did you know your bus is on fire?
- Yeah, no shit! - Stop this bus!
- Pump the brakes! - The gas pedal is stuck!
- Do something! - Abandon bus!
Abandon bus! We need to get off this bus!
Ren, you gotta get off, man!
The wheels on the bus go boom, boom, boom!
Yes, sir! Get some! Fire it up!
- You OK, baby? - Oh, my God!
Get some!
That was awesome! Let's do that again! Yes!
Hey, man. Chuck's pretty sore about losing that race.
I mean, you blew up the man's bus, dude.
Yeah... Bomont blows, dude.
I don't have to tell you, though, do I?
Yeah. I've been to Chicago. St. Louis.
Been up to some of them clubs in New York City. I been around.
- Just like you, man. - Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
Hey.
You get high? 'Cause I do... every damn day.
If you want, you and I can go burn one right after school.
You know, city mouse, country mouse...
Blazing!
What makes you think I'm anything like you?
Hold on a second.
This is what we call a take-homer. You need anything else?
- I don't want this. - It's cool. It's cool.
No, it's not cool. Take this...
We can go down to the railroad tracks and chief one now.
- No, seriously, take this. - Hey!
- What is that? - What's what?
In your hand. Let me see it.
Young man. Hey!
Hey! Stop! Hey! Stop, stop!
Hey! Stop!
Open the door!
Open!
I will not tolerate it, Ren. Not in my school.
So what have you gotta say for yourself?
What do I have to say? I was on the gymnastics team for three years.
Got drug tested all the time. If I smoked weed, I'd be off the team.
- He had a ioint... - You know what one looks like?
Were you going to smoke it or sell it?
Mr. Parker says you were with Rich Sawyer when this went down.
- I don't even know that prick. - Hey! Language.
Ren, level with me.
Was it Rich's ioint? You can tell me.
I don't do drugs.
You can test me. And when it comes out clean,
I want this guy investigated for barging into the bathroom stall with me.
That's gross.
Well. Since we don't have the evidence,
I'm going to let you off with a warning this time.
But Ren, listen to me, you have to understand something.
You see, life is not some big party.
I don't care what the rap music people say, marijuana is just wrong.
Son, listen to me.
Ren, I knew your momma.
That's right. I knew Sandy.
She had a wild spark, iust like you.
Running off up north, trying to live the high life might have been fun,
but it also led her into getting into some kind of...
- ... unexpected trouble. - Unexpected trouble.
I'm thinking when you say "unexpected trouble," you're talking about me.
Right? Right?
Look, believe me, don't believe me. Suspend me, arrest me. I don't care.
But you do me one favor, all right?
Never talk to me about my mother again. You understand?
Hey!
Let him go.
Hey, MacCormack.
What's the rush?
Dude, you trying to ignore me or something?
I'm doing the best that I can!
Massachusetts, huh?
You got that music cranked pretty loud, Mr. MacCormack.
"You got that music cranked pretty loud, Mr. MacCormack. "
Yeah! No shit, Barney Fife!
Watch that attitude, son.
Try being a cop in Boston, you huckleberry!
- I will not tolerate it, Ren. - Shut up! I'm talking!
Not in my school.
Mr. Dunbar. Mr. Douchebag! Mr. Dumb-Ass.
With your righteousness and your little vest.
Stop trying to act like you know me!
Don't act like you know me. Don't try and act like you know my mother!
You don't know the pain she went through every day.
You don't know shit! You don't know shit!
- What are you doing here? - What are you doing here?
- Well, I thought I was alone. - Not in this town, you're not.
There are eyes everywhere.
- So what was all that? - What was all what?
All that.
I was iust letting off some steam, I'm sure you got your own wicked ways.
You think I'm a slut or something?
I think you've been kissed a lot.
- Where's lugnut? - You mean Chuck?
He doesn't own me. I know he acts like he does, but he doesn't.
You want to see something?
Everybody calls it the yearbook.
I don't know when it started, maybe 10 years ago or so.
- What is all this? - Some are songs. Lyrics.
Quotes from books.
Poems. Music we're not supposed to listen to.
- What do people do? Just hang out? - Yeah.