Ok before we start, Gina and I have to say that we can't make a comment about every single thing said in
the movie. First of all that would totally be using a copywritten material (which we are already doing!), and
second, it would be really long and boring (which also might be happening right now.) Please review!

A teacher is walking down the hall of Herrington-some of the students touch him as they walk by.

Hallie: Whoa! That's not right.

He enters the teachers lounge, revealing most of the teachers 'lounging' around. (hahaha get it?) Salma
Hayek is the nurse, and she is bandaging up a fat guy's hand.

Gina: NO SALMA YOU ARE BETTER THAN THIS.

Jon Stewart is also there-he attempts to talk to Salma, like they are going out. We also see a geeky looking
teacher sit down next to the old teacher. They begin talking. The coach (omg) is drinking and drinking from
the water thingy in the corner.

Jon Stewart: Just looking at him makes me wanna take a piss.

Gina: Just watching this movie makes me wanna take a crap.

The big orange haired teacher-Mrs. Olsen- walks in.

Coach: Hello Mrs. Olsen. You're looking very pretty today.

Hallie: Ugh. Next he'll start asking her for a pencil and then...

Gina: AAAAAhhh—visual aid visual aid. GGGGAaaaaaa.

Miss Burke. The geeky, but violent, teacher. She has a sign on her blackboard that say Kill Your Television.

Gina: Wow.

She writes Crusoe on the board.

Miss Burke: Can anybody tell me what Crusoe's greatest fear was? (nobody raises their hands). Anybody?
(Somebody's arm goes up.) Uh, yes. Zeke.

Hallie and Gina: YYYYEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Zeke: Crusoe was afraid that he'd be stuck on that island forever with nothing but calluses.

Hahahahaha.

Miss Burke: No, Zeke. That's not correct. Crusoe's greatest fear was isolation.

Zeke: Well, yeah. His external agony in no way compared to the internal agony of his existance.

Hallie: Oh My God he's hot and smart.

Miss Burke: (Smiling) Very good Zeke.

Zeke: Like I said, calluses.

Hahahaha.

A locker opens and Stan shoves his letter jacket in it. He slams closed.

Gina: What if his hand was still in there. That would be scary.

Stan goes and grabs Delilah around the waist-

Hallie: Security!

Stan: We have to talk.

Delilah: Not now, Stan.

Gina: I have PMS.

Stan: I'm quitting football.

Hallie: Me quit football because me stupid and me no like Usher.

Delilah: You're not playing?

Gina: Did I miss something? What the hell did he just say dimwit?!

Stan: I'm not playing ever. Maybe if I drop out now I can concentrate on my grades a little.

Delilah: And what am I supposed to do while you're on a yellow brick quest for a brain?

Gina: Ooh that was a good one.

Stan: What?

Hallie: Oogg. Me only know one word what what what.

Delilah: The accepted social order is head cheerleaders date star quarterbacks, not academic wannabes.

Ouch.

Stan: Don't be superficial.

Delilah: Wow. 4 syllables you're on your way, Stan.

Hallie: NO! Su-per-ficial. It's only three.

Delilah: Let me know how the cure for cancer goes.

She walks away and Stan talks to himself, further proof that he IS a caveman.