lunch.
All the food groups are represented.
Did your mum marry Mr Rogers?
No, Mr Johnson.
Here's my impression
of life at big Bri's house.
- "Son!"
- "Yeah, Dad?"
"How was your day, pal?"
"Great, Dad. How was yours?"
"Super. Say, son, how would you
like to go fishing this weekend?"
"Great, Dad.
But I've got homework to do."
"That's all right, son.
You can do it on the boat."
"Gee!"
"Dear, isn't our son swell?"
"Yes, dear. Isn't life swell?"
- What about your family?
- Mine?
- Yeah.
- That's real easy.
(lmitating father) "Stupid, worthless,
"no-good, goddamned, freeloading
son of a bitch.
"Retarded, bigmouth,
know-it-all, asshole jerk!"
(lmitating mother)
"You forgot ugly, lazy and disrespectful."
(lmitating father) "Shut up, bitch!
Go fix me a turkey pot pie."
- "What about you, Dad?"
- "Fuck you!"
- "No, Dad, what about you?"
- "Fuck you!"
- "No, Dad, what about you?"
- "Fuck you!"
- Is that for real?
- You want to come over?
Bullshit. It's all part of your image.
- You don't believe me?
- (Andrew) No.
- No?
- Did I stutter?
Do you believe this?
Huh?
It's about the size of a cigar.
Do I stutter?
This is what you get in my house
when you spill paint in the garage.
I don't think that I need to sit
with you fucking dildos any more.
(Bender screams)
- You shouldn't have said that.
- How did I know?
I mean, he lies about everything.
Oh, shit!
Coffee. Looks like they scrape it
off the bottom of the Mississippi.
Everything's polluted.
The coffee, the kids...
- How do you know where Vernon went?
- I don't.
How do you know
when he'll be back?
I don't.
Being bad feels pretty good. Huh?
- Why are we going to his locker?
- Beats me.
This is so stupid.
Why are we risking getting caught?
- I don't know.
- Then what are we doing?
One more question
and I'm beating the shit out of you.
Sorry.
- You're such a slob.
- My maid's on vacation.
- Drugs.
- Screw that, Bender. Put it back.
Drugs. The boy has marijuana.
- That was marijuana.
- Shut up.
Do you approve of this?
(Bender) We'll cross through the lab.
(Andrew) If Vernon cuts us off,
it's your fault, asshole.
(Johnson) What did he say?
Where are we going?
(# WANG CH U NG:
"Fire in The Twilight")
# Hot on the run
from the grip of the power game
# The man who leads the way
# The man
who leads the way
# Shell in it's box
from his home that they'll never tame
# The man who leads the way
# The man
who leads the way #
Wait, hold it! Hold it!
Go through the cafeteria.
No, the hall. You don't know
what you're talking about.
We're through listening to you.
You go where you want.
Come on!
# He is burning
# Burning in the twilight
# He is turning
# Turning to face us
# He is burning
# Fire in the twilight #
- Shit!
- Great idea!
- Fuck you!
- Fuck you!
We're dead.
- No. Just me.
- What do you mean?
Get back to the library.
Keep your unit on you.
(Bender shouts indistinctly)
That son of a bitch!
Three, two, one!
Bender! What is this? What are you
doing here? What is this?
Hi.
- Out. That's it, Bender! It's over!
- Don't you want to hear my excuse?
- Out!
- I'm trying out for a scholarship.
Give me the ball. Give me that ball.
Get your stuff. Let's go.
Mr Wiseguy took it upon himself
to go to the gym.
You're going to be without
his services for the rest of the day.
- B-O-O H-O-O.
- Everything's a big joke, huh?
The false alarm you pulled on Friday.
Really funny!
What if your home, your family...
What if your dope was on fire?
Impossible, sir.
It's in Johnson's underwear.
You think he's funny? This is cute?
He's bitching, is that it?
Let me tell you something.
Look at him. He's a bum.
You want to see something funny?
Visit John Bender in five years.
You'll see how goddamned funny he is.
What's the matter, John?
You're going to cry?
- Let's go.
- Keep your fucking hands off me!
I expect better manners from you,
Dick.
For better hallway vision.
That's