in your club?
In Physics, we talk about physics,
properties of physics.
So it's sort of social.
Demented and sad, but social. Right?
(Johnson) I guess you could consider it
a social situation.
There are other children
in my club and...
At the end of the year
we have a big banquet at the Hilton.
You load up, you party.
- No. We dress up, but don't get high.
- Only burners like you get high.
(Johnson) I didn't have shoes,
so I borrowed my dad's.
My cousin, Kendall, got high once
and he started eating weird foods.
He felt like
he didn't belong anywhere.
- Like, "Twilight Zone".
- Sounds like you.
Keep talking and Vernon will come in.
I don't want to miss my meet
this Saturday.
Wouldn't that be a bite?
Missing a whole wrestling meet!
You wouldn't know, faggot!
You never competed in your life.
I feel all empty inside because of it.
I have such admiration for guys
who roll around on the floor together.
- You don't have any goals.
- (Bender) Oh, but I do.
- Yeah?
- I want to be just like you.
I figure all I need is a lobotomy
and some tights.
You wear tights?
No, I don't wear tights.
I wear the required uniform.
- Tights.
- Shut up!
(Distant rustling)
(Bender inhales loudly)
(Johnson) There's not supposed
to be monkey business.
Young man,
have you finished your paper?
(Sporto) Don't screw around.
- What are you going to do?
- Drop dead, I hope.
(Water trickles)
(Whoops euphorically)
That's school property.
It doesn't belong to us.
It's not to be toyed with.
- Very funny. Fix it!
- (Johnson) You should fix that.
- You're an asshole. Fix the door.
- Everyone shhh!
(Bender) I know what I'm doing.
(Sporto) No! Get up and fix it!
(Bender) Shut up!
(Vernon) God damn it!
Why is that door closed?
- Why is that door closed?
- How are we supposed to know?
Why?
We're just sitting here,
like we were supposed to.
Who closed that door?
- I think a screw fell out of it.
- It just closed, sir.
(Vernon) Who?
(Squeaks)
- She doesn't talk, sir.
- (Vernon) Give me that screw.
- I don't have it.
- You want me to shake it out of you?
I don't have it.
Screws fall out all the time.
- Give it to me.
- Why would anybody steal a screw?
Watch it, young lady.
(Footsteps)
(Door opens)
The door's way too heavy, sir.
(Vernon) Damn it!
(Door opens)
Andrew Clark, get up here.
Come on, front and center. Let's go.
How come Andrew gets to get up?
If he gets up, we all will.
It'll be anarchy.
- Watch the magazines.
- (Bender) It's out of my hands.
That's very clever, sir.
But what if there's a fire?
Violating fire codes
and endangering children's lives
would be unwise
at this juncture in your career.
What are you doing with this?
Get this out of here. Come on!
- The school has fire exits.
- 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 that falls out
is going to be you.
- (Mutters) Eat my shorts.
- What was that?
Eat... my...shorts!
You've bought yourself
another Saturday.
- I'm crushed!
- You've just bought one more.
I'll have to check my calendar.
Good. It's going to be filled.
We'll keep going.
Want another one?
Just say the word!
Instead of going to prison,
you'll come here. Are you through?
- No.
- (Vernon) I'm doing society a favour.
- So?
- (Vernon) That's another one.
I've got you
for the rest of your life.
- Want another?
- Yes.
(Vernon) You got it.
That's another one, pal.
Cut it out!
(lndistinct)
- (Vernon) You through?
- Not even close, bud.
- Good. One more.
- Do you think I give a shit?
Another.
- You through?
- How many is that?
Seven, including the one when you
asked about Barry Manilow's closet.
- Now it's eight.
- Seven, sir.
Shut up, Peewee.
You're mine, Bender.
For two months, I've got you.
I've got you.
What can I say? I'm thrilled.
I'm sure that's what you want
these people to