Richard Dadier: Now, pretty soon, you're gonna be reading in the newspapers want ads for jobs, apartments, something to buy. Advertising space is expensive so abbreviations are used. Now, write out the complete words to all the abbreviations in these problem ads. All right, get started.
[Dadier notices Belazi coping anwsers from Morales paper]
Richard Dadier: Belazi. Let's keep your eyes on your paper.
Belazi: Me?
Richard Dadier: Cheating won't help you learn those abbreviations, you know.
Artie West: He won't look for no job. His old man owns a store.
Belazi: Yeah, and I'm not gonna buy me me no Cadillac either.
Artie West: No, It's cheaper to steal one. That's arithmetic for ya, teach.
Richard Dadier: All right, Belazi. Bring me your paper up here.
[Belazi gets up and hands over his paper to Dadier]
Belazi: Five points off. What for?
Richard Dadier: For having loose eyes.
Richard Dadier: [Dadier notices that West is cheating also] West!
Artie West: You talking to me, teach?
Richard Dadier: Bring your paper up here West.
Artie West: What for?
Richard Dadier: I said bring your paper up here.
Artie West: And I said , what for?
Gregory W. Miller: Come on, Artie. Bring him the paper.
Artie West: Now , look, you keep your rotten mouth out of this, black boy.
[Miller stands up ready to pounce on West]
Richard Dadier: Miller!... Hold it... All right. All right, Miller. It's all right. Now, bring your paper up here, West.
[West crumbles the paper and throws it on the floor]
Richard Dadier: All right, we're going down to see the principal.
Artie West: We are? You gonna make me, Daddy-O? How'd you like to go to hell?
Belazi: What's the matter, Daddy-O?
Artie West: Yeah, how about it, teach? You got a big mouth. Tell me to do this, do that. Are you big enough to take me to the principal's office? Beacause that's what you're gonna have to do. Take me. So, come on! Take me! Come on!
[Dadier approaches West and West pulls out a switchblade. This stops Dadier in his tracks and the rest of the class gets up and out of the way]
Artie West: Come on. For a bright boy, you didn't learn nothing. Well, take me down. Come on. Step right up and taste a little of this , Daddy-O.
Richard Dadier: Give me that knife, West.
Artie West: Where do you want it? You want it in the belly? Or how about in the face, huh? Here it is. All you gotta do is take it. Come on, take it! Come on!
Gregory W. Miller: Take it easy, chief. He's crazy, he's high, he's floating on Sneaky Pete wine.
Pete V. Morales: He's gonna kill him.
