All right!
Bender, that's-that's school property
there, and it doesn't belong to us.
- It's something not to betoyed
with.- That's very funny. Fix it.
You should really fix that.Am I a genius?
No, you're an asshole. Fix the door,
Bender. What a funny guy.
Everyone, just shh. I've been here
before. I know what I'm doing.
No. Fix the door! Shut up!
Goddamn it!
Why is that door closed?
Why is that door closed? How are we supposed
to know? We're not supposed to move.
- Why? - We're just sitting
here like we're supposed to.
Who closed that door?
- I think a screw fell out of it.
- It just closed, sir.
Who?
She doesn't talk, sir.
- Give me that screw.- I don't have it.
You want me to yank you
out of that seat?
I don't have it. Screws fall out all the
time. The worid's an imperfect place.
Give it to me, Bender.
Excuse me, sir. Why would anybody
want to steal a screw?
Watch it, young lady.
The door's
way too heavy, sir.
Damn it!
Andrew Clark,
get up here.
Come on. Front and center.
Let's go.
- Hey, how come Andrew gets to get up? - That's right.
If he gets up, we'll all get up.It'll be anarchy!
Watch-Watch
the magazines.It's out of my hands.
That's very clever, sir,but what if there's a fire?
I think violating fire codes
and endangering the lives of children...
would be unwise at this juncturein your career, sir.
All right. What are you doing with this?
Get this out of here, for God's sake.
What's the matter with you?Come on.
You know, the school comes equipped with
fire exits at either end of the library.
- Show Dick some respect.
- Let's go.
Go. Get back in your seat.
I expected a little more
from a varsity letterman.
You're not fooling
anybody, Bender.
The next screw thatfalls out is gonna be you.
- Eat my shorts.
- What was that?
Eat... my... shorts.
You just bought yourself
another Saturday, mister.
- Oh, I'm crushed. - You just bought
one more right there.
Well, I'm free the Saturday after that.
Beyond that, I'll have to check my calendar.
Good! Because it's gonna be filled.
We'll keep going.
You want another one?
Say the word. Just say the word.
Instead of going to prison,
you'll come here.
- Are you through?
- No.
I'm doing society a favor.That's another right now.So?
I've got you for the rest of your
life if you don't watch your step.
You want another one?Yes.
You got it! You gotanother one right
there.That's another one, pal.
Cut it out!
Stop.- You through?
Not even close, bud.
- You got one more right there.
- You really think I give a shit?
Another.
- You through?
- How many is that?
That's seven, including the one
when you asked Mr. Vernon here...
whether Barry Manilow knew
he raided his closet.
- Now it's eight. Stay out of it.
- Excuse me, sir. It's seven.
Shut up, peewee.
You're mine, Bender.For two months, I got ya.
I got ya.
What can I say?
I'm thrilled.
Oh, I sure that's exactly what you want
these people to believe. You know something?
You ought to spenda little more time
trying todo something with yourself.'...
and a little less timetrying to impress people.
You might be better off.
All right. That's it!
I'm gonna beright outside those doors.
The next time I have to come
in here, I'm cracking skulls.
Fuck you!
Fuck.
Wake up!
Who has to go
to the lavatory?
- That's real intelligent.
- You're right.
It's wrong
to destroy literature.
It's such fun to read.
And...
"Molay" really pumps my nads.
Moliиre.
I love his work.
Big deal. Nothing to do
when you're locked in a vacancy.
Speak for yourself.
Do you think I'd speak for you?
I don't even know your language.
Hey, you grounded tonight?
I don't know. My mom said I was.
My dad told me just to blow her off.
There's a big party at Stubby's.
His parents are in Europe.
It should be pretty wild.Are you going to go?Yeah?
- I doubt it.
- How come?
'Cause if I do what my mother tells me not to
do, it's because my father says it's okay.
It's