(TRYING TO KILL A SATURDAY NIGHT
PLAYING)
Day is dead, sun is down
And I don't know a single soul in town
Think I'm going solo
(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)
I'm just trying to kill a Saturday night
Work all week for a little pay
(ZAPPING)
Get the car and I'm on my way
Won't sit home crying
I'm just trying to kill a Saturday night
Man, it's lonely
When only the wheel holds you tight
Run from sorrow
Tomorrow I'll pay for tonight
Yeah
(SIGHS)
Okay, Edgar. Your turn now.
(SQUEAKING)
Hey, come on.
All the rock stars love this stuff.
There you go.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- Barn?
- Hi, Peyton.
Since when did you become a boozer?
Oh, no.
The scuba club wants a report
on diving under the influence.
(SQUEAKING)
Let's see.
Edgar and Vincent were given
an amount of whiskey
equal to human consumption
of about 10 pints.
It's amazing.
They're twice as big
as they were yesterday.
Yeah, growth rate is up to 2 inches a day.
I gotta hand it to you, Barn,
super dope grown in super time
means a super buzz.
- And a lot of bucks for us.
- Whatever.
Hey, you know, Peyton,
over the summer, I...
I'm gonna test my Ultra Grow
mixture on various other plants.
It might get me a research grant
in the fall.
PEYTON: Looks like the party's over
for those two.
- No kidding.
- Well, let's go, Barn. It's assembly time.
Come on, Barn.
(TRYING TO KILL A SA TURDA YNIGHT
PLAYING)
Barney, would you look at yourself?
You look like you just escaped
from a mouse cage.
- You know what you need?
- No, what?
Girl.
Gotta toughen you up, bro.
Hey, Barn.
How about some math help later?
No way. He's got work of his own to do.
Hey, Barney, did boss man here get you
a date for the prom?
Are you kidding?
Barney doesn't care about girls.
He's a rocket scientist.
You guys are assholes.
PEYTON: Smile.
(CAMERA CLICKING)
Front page, Senior Edition.
Peyton, you print that and I'll sue.
I'm getting so tired of the girls
around here. They're so immature.
Hey, Peyton,
you and her ever...
Roscoe, you know I don't like
to talk about my women.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
Oh, Barney,
how are my orchids coming along?
- They're fine, sir. We're right on schedule.
- Good.
My ex-wife's gonna be insane
when I win that blue ribbon.
Carry on, men.
You too, sir.
Seniors, I give you
the Penguin cheerleaders.
(ALL CHEERING)
(MARCHING BAND PLAYING)
ALL: We're number one,
we're not number two
We're gonna push
the Tigers back in the zoo
(WHOOPING)
(ALL CHEERING)
Now, don't forget our last
baseball game is Tuesday afternoon
against the Lincoln Tigers.
So let's get out there
and show some spirit.
(WHOOPING)
And now, as your class president,
it is my pleasure to introduce
the great principal
of Ralph Waldo Emerson High...
Gary Cooter.
(ALL CHEERING)
As I was saying, the great principal
of Ralph Waldo Emerson High,
Mr. Walter Coolidge.
(TRUMPET PLAYING)
I'd like to congratulate
all the baseball varsity.
Well, you haven't won a game all year,
but let's not quit.
Let's pound those Tigers into rabbit
doo-doo.
(TRUMPET PLAYING)
(ALL CHEERING)
Good luck to you all.
(MARCHING BAND PLAYING)
That was just fantastic.
Miss Burnhart, please.
That's all, seniors.
See you at the ball game.
(ALL CHEERING)
PEYTON: Miss Updike,
I'm afraid we're gonna have to re-shoot
your Senior Edition pictures.
The first group didn't come out.
Okay, Peyton,
follow me.
(UPBEA TROCKMUSIC PLA YING)
You won't forget me when you're
with those college girls, will you?
(CAMERA CLICKING)
Corinne, your love is a prize
I could never forsake.
That is one of your better lines.
- Hi, Dex.
- Hi there, Barney.
Now, don't mind me.
Just keep on doing what you're doing.