Lyrics:
MICHAEL: Mrs Gwin, I’m here to see you for our mee… (noticing that it’s not Mrs Gwin) Uh…
you’re not the same person.
CANTWELL: No shit Sherlock, what next, the earth is round?
MICHAEL: Uh sir?
CANTWELL: Oh, right right, a student… need to be polite.
MICHAEL: I’m here for a meeting with Mrs Gwin.
CANTWELL:
YOU MUST BE THE NEW KID WAIT I DON’T EVEN CARE, I’VE NOT HAD
TIME TO GET A BREAST WITH YOUR INTERNAL AFFAIRS, LOOK
YOU SEEM LIKE A NICE KID AND I’D LOVE TO HELP YOU IF I ONLY COULD,
NOW ARE THERE ANY FURTHER QUESTIONS, OR IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?
MICHAEL: I haven’t asked a…
CANTWELL:
GOOD
CANTWELL: Now get to class, and that’s an order from your new principal.
Michael goes to leave, when a receptionist enters.
RECEPTIONIST:
YOU’VE A TEACHERS NOTICE THAT YOU NEED TO SIGN FOR
Mr Cantwell takes the paper, opens it and beckons for Michael to come back.
CANTWELL:
WAIT BOY
ARE YOU TAUGHT BY A MR TRUFEL?
MICHAEL: Yes.
CANTWELL:
IT SEEMS HE’S LEAVING ALL HIS CLASSES, THAT MEANS YOU AS WELL
COULD YOU TELL THE CLASS FOR ME?
MICHAEL:
I’M NOT IN ANY CLASS YOU SEE
ME AND MR TRUFEL HAD ARRANGED OUR OWN THING
CANTWELL:
WHAT D’YOU MEAN YOU TWO HAD ARRANGED YOUR OWN THING?
