uh, we're late `cause little dickie's mom had to pack his lunch.
that guy wants a goddamn personal analysis of it all. how do you make sense of that crap, anyway?
yeah. right! we swim our ass everyday, when are we supposed to study, uh?.
get a sense of reality, lazenby. ) what you reading?
meditation?
ain't that junior english? you got all junior classes this year? they didn't pass you on anything?
hey, hey, hey! hey, there's pratt.
let me out, i need a jump.
hey. interested in something. jarrett?
everybody drives you nuts.
yeah, van buren wants a clarinet.
you need a new personality.
ooh! ohh!
i told you. the guy's a flake.
let's face it, we stunk. i don't know how you can listen to that lecture on buck jarrett one more time. i know he is the world's greatest swimmer, but it bugs the hell outa me when he does that.
think he's ever gonna stop kissing the guy's picture?
how's it going, jarrett? i hear you got eyes for pratt these days. you in her pants yet?
you're the prick. guys like you walk around like you're king shit. you give me a goddamn pain in the ass, you think we owe you.
let go! let go!
you're crazy! you're crazy! you know that?
all right! shit!