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You're gonna shoot me? What, are you gonna blow me away? You're gonna waste me?

Okay, come on. Put it right here, asshole.

There was an age of turtles?

A real man could shoot this shit. You can't.

Beef stroganoff looks good.

Oh, shit. Jesse. Oh, God. What the fuck, man? You shot me! Dude, it's just rock salt.

But I am fucking awesomely in love with you, Gretchen.

How bad is it? How bad is it? Bro, come on. Minor surgery. you're good as new.

Mr. Abernathy, Imelda isn't pregnant.

It's a total outpatient thing. Give me one. Give me one. Hello. Hey. Nothing to see here, guys. Just a non-event, seriously, A non-event. You guys can just be on your way. And we'll be good to go, Unless you want to grab some pizza or something, Go bowling. Yeah, get out of here. You've got stuff to do. Hey, Jesse. A man has been shot. Sir, we're losing men out there. Sound it. Sound the alarm. Sound the alarm. Sound the alarm. No. No no no no, the news vans haven't gotten here yet.

Low self-esteem and crippling.

Come on, come on, come on. That's lockdown, people. Three more hours to wait these assholes out. We'll never get out alive! You guys are over there and we're over here. So this is what it's come to, huh? Look at you all. You traitors. You freaks. I built this school with my own hands. I pounded nails like Jesus.

I built stairways for our youth. To vibrant and rewarding lives. And this is how you repay me? You're welcome. You're welcome. Now let's stop this donnybrook before it can start.

Stuffs the moolah in his fanny pack.

Lay down your weapons, join me. And we can all break bread as men, Or suffer wrath at my hands. You broke that kid's flute. That kid could play the hell out of the flute. What the fuck is wrong with you? Everybody, Billings is right. Let's stop this before it starts, okay? But I want to tell all of you teachers a story first. This morning a little girl came to me with gravy all over her head. Hey there, Adelle. She came to me for help. And you know what? I saw her as a burden. And that sort of thing is happening too much around here, From me, from the rest of you, And yes, from our principal. Have we forgotten about our school namesake, Miss Geraldine Ferraro, One-time female vice-presidential candidate. For America? There's a lesson there, I think. Too many of us have forgotten why we got into teaching in the first place.

It's not like I'm rendering fat of Jews to make soap and candles.

Too many of us are focused on our pensions and our tenures. Instead of the most important thing. Don't we want to fight for anything anymore?