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: [Morloch has interrupted a dance rehearsal to speak to Leroy
] All right, but you go on my list for this. Quentin Morloch
: Miss Grant, do you mean to tell me you keep a list of people who've done you wrong? Lydia Grant
: Hm-hm, I certainly do. Quentin Morloch
: Well, I'm glad to know I'm not the only one.
: Thank you, Miss Grant. Lydia Grant
] And what are you thanking me for? Quentin Morloch
: [referring to Leroy
] Well I couldn't even get him to go out to the track until you told him he couldn't.
: Well David, I know you got two cents just burning a big old hole in your pocket, so lets hear it.
: You've got big dreams. You want fame. Well, fame costs. And right here is where you start paying: in sweat.
: You've got big dreams, you want fame. Well fame costs, and right here is where you start paying; in sweat.
: Good night, Mrs. Berg. Mrs. Berg
: For some, yes. For others: fat chance!
: [on the floor, clutching his leg
] I think I pulled something, Miss Grant. Lydia Grant
: It better not be my leg, Amatullo.
: I'm afraid of being alone. Come back to my place with me. Lydia Grant
: [lightly shakes her head
] Come to mine.
: Good morning, Elizabeth, girl. How are you this morning? Lydia Grant
: I'm fine. How about yourself? Elizabeth Sherwood
: On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm about a 25.
: Lydia, don't you know some simple dance steps that look good and get the audience involved, come on. Lydia Grant
: Yeah, I do, but usually they involve having to take your clothes off. David Reardon
: I can handle that.
Mr. Benjamin Shorofsky
: [there's a rumor going around that Lydia and Reardon are having an affair
] Do what lovers do: have a fight and end it. Lydia Grant
: End what? Mr. Benjamin Shorofsky
: The affair. David Reardon
: There is no affair! Mr. Benjamin Shorofsky
: What? The two of you had a fight?
: You're about twelve hourse late for class, Mr. Gray. S.T. Gray
: Well that's what I wanted to talk to you about, you see, I have this problem... Lydia Grant
: Look, I am not a councelor, I'm a dance teacher. S.T. Gray
: I have an excuse. Lydia Grant
: I'm not interested. S.T. Gray
: Really? I have a hard time believing that. Lydia Grant
: You have a hard time with a lot of thing, Mr. Gray. S.T. Gray
: Have dinner with me. Lydia Grant
: [sarcastic giggle
] Like timing, for instance.
: Oh, come on, why are you all making this into such a big ole deal? It's just a sport, a game... Quentin Morloch
: Lawn tennis is a sport. Monopoly's a game. Basketball's a three dimensional metaphor for life itself, that's why it's such a 'big ole deal'.
: [to mailman
] I'll sign, but I can't give you a tip. Teachers are not allowed to tip. Deep pockets and short arms. Occupational hazard.
: You just slept through a dance that would keep most men awake for a week. David Reardon
] Heck, heh, I was... I was resting my eyes. Lydia Grant
: Oh yeah, my mother's a duck.
: [holding up a magazine
] Oh, girl, you wanna see something fierce? Check this out, now I'd look fine in that. Elizabeth Sherwood
: You're too short.
: How come you are tryin so hard to blow my cover? You got a soft spot for the crud that pushes dope on these kids? Lydia Grant
: Don't give me that trash, I hate pushers. As much as I hate spying cops. But there are no pushers in this school and you know that.
: Oh, I think I feel my foot stuck somewhere deep inside of my big mouth.
: [to Reardon
] You've got a mouth like the Mississippi.
: Uh, Mr. Landon, how did you know Elizabeth was in here? Jim Landon
: It's her breath. It could stop a truck. Elizabeth Sherwood
: What? Jim Landon
] I'm sorry, I'm just joking. It's your cologne.
: Well, apparently we made the mistake of turning down the wrong student. Lydia Grant
: Was not a mistake! The girl moved like a bowling ball with corners.
: Well the answer is no. Elizabeth Sherwood
: Then why are you so angry? Lydia Grant
: I'm not angry! I'm mad. Benjamin Shorofsky
] Gott in Himmel.
: Well, you're going to have to get in line and get a number, there's already a few ahead of you. Lydia Grant
: Where are they hiding? Jim Hamilton
: Oh, on the phone. Lets see, we've got Doris, three times. We've got, eh, Danny, twice, and then there's Leroy. Lydia Grant
: Leroy isn't even in the show. Jim Hamilton
: No, he called, he said Michael was driving him crazy.
: Look, it's hard enough trying to getting through to these kids five, six classes a day. You add some hookey-tookey in there and see how much learning gets done.
: It's lonely at the top, but it's no bed of roses in the middle, either.
: Michael, you better make up your mind who you're more afraid of, Leroy or me.
: All right, class, get ready to go! You'll be happy to know that I'm feeling real mean today. And that means you all are gonna get a lot of work done.
: You know, Mrs. Berg, it's really a shame about romance. Either it makes you feel terrific like Elizabeth or awful like Doris. There ought to be some middle ground, where you don't feel anything. Mrs. Berg
: Oh there, is, they call it ' married'.
: Just give me some time, Mr. Shorofsky, I'll find out. Mr. Benjamin Shorofsky
: The time is not mine to give. Midterms are midterms. If this group is ready: whoopee. If they're not ready, that's too bad. The amount of time is not gonna change. Good luck.
[turns and leaves
: Mr. Morloch, speaking for myself, although I suspect there are some others here who would agree, we're being had. Mr. Morloch
: Miss Sherwood, Quentin Morlock does not 'get had', ever. In any sense. Lydia Grant
: Poor baby.
: I thought you said you didn't want to direct the show? Michael
: I said I didn't want to. I didn't say that I wasn't capable. Lydia Grant
: Oh, then you do think you can handle it? Michael
: Oh, no problem, I can handle it. Lydia Grant
: Oh, good. Then you got it baby, the job is yours.
[pulls a cassette out of it's player
: But wait, I'm... Lydia Grant
: No Michael, look, I have my hands full without trying to direct this extravaganza.
[puts the cassette in his hand
] Lydia Grant
: Merry Christmas, happy birthday, the job is yours. Have a good time.
: Leroy, open that locker. Leroy Johnson
: You act there's something bad in here or somethin'. Lydia Grant
: Boy, take your mouth south and open that locker!
] They don't call me Mother Theresa for nothing. Just wish they wouldn't keep forgetting the Theresa part.
: Miss Grant, you stay here. This is a man's job. Lydia Grant
: Then you are gonna need help.
: Back up the tape, I gotta hear this again.
: What, are you calling me a liar or something? Is that what you're doing? 'Cause I mean, nobody calls me a liar. You got that? Lydia Grant
: And you got that tone of voice from a bad Travolta movie and it's gonna get you kicked outta here on your can if you don't knock it off as of now!
: Do you know she invited Louise Stefanovich to the dance recital? Mr. Benjamin Shorofsky
] Not Louise Stefanovich! Elizabeth Sherwood
: [turning from Shorofsky to Lydia nervously
] Did she say Louise Stefanovich? Mr. Benjamin Shorofsky
: I'm afraid so.
] Mr. Benjamin Shorofsky
: So, who is Louise Stefanovich.
: Where's his application? Lydia
: He doesn't have one. Miss Berg
: Well, get him one!
[Watching Leroy's dance moves
] Miss Berg
: What do you call that? Lydia
: You don't believe me, do you? Benjamin Shorofsky
: Of course I do... Lydia Grant
: Well how can you just sit there eating like that? Benjamin Shorofsky
: Would you feel better if I stood up?
: I'm digging my grave with my own mouth.