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We could get, like, a cocktail.

Is preempted by figure skating? You try to fart and you get a little poop in your pants?

Give me a break. Try marriage.

Why don't you go fuck yourself?

Yeah, Sarah, what? Can I go to the bathroom? Sweetie, you can go home for all I care. Don't get lazy, Walter. I'd go with the nine iron if I were you. Shut up, Walter. You're not a real caddy. Is everything in place, Maurice? Like a jigsaw puzzle, my brother.

And you're absolutely sure they'll shut us down? Yeah, you got my vote of no-confidentio. And the inspector's report which will be nothing short of God-awful. I'd say the coffin is all but shut. On your pathetic excuse for a school.

Yes, sir, our master plan is gonna make. Your parental kickbacks look like peanuts.

What about Chairwoman Parpadelle?

Your hands are so rough.

Why don't we burn that bridge when we get to it? Don't sweat it. She's rolling by later. And she's the easiest bribe in the district, brohan. Good work, Maurice.

I know those things are just blanks.

Thanks, man. Gotta tell you, In no time we're gonna be hanging out. In fucking Surinam. Snorting blow off a walrus's cock. You want to get beer later or something? We could get, like, a cocktail. What do you think, Maurice?

Is this the best you have?

You're my only friend. Uh, excuse me, Harper. Hey, you. you have time for a chat? It has to do with an inspection later. Come with me. What do you know? Same with the faculty. We're all in the dark. Here's your brunch, sir. A hard-boiled egg? No, I'm good.

It's for the greater good that no one knows, Including you, Tommy. Yeah, but I'm the vice principal.

What do you think will happen to the school if it's shuttered, huh?

I mean, this is something I should be let in on. It's a public elementary school, Tom, Not some third-rate Montessori. Things get hairy when there are too many chiefs.