Fame
prev.
play.
mark.
next.

:38:03
Who's the lucky fella, huh?
:38:05
Looks like somebody finally
corked up old Finsecker.

:38:08
It can't be Gloria over here.
He's not into chicks.

:38:15
Shut my mouth.
:38:18
Bye.
:38:20
I hate Ralph Garci, I really do.
:38:23
I must remember this feeling
and use it in my acting.

:38:28
I'm scared.
:38:30
I'm scared I won't be able to live up
to their expectations of me.

:38:37
Flashing images of passion--
:38:42
--and hurl you to the ground
and make mad, passionate love.

:38:47
-I forgot it!
-For two weeks?

:38:49
-I told you, I done it and I forgot it.
-My hearing's fine.

:38:52
It's your homework that's missing.
And these pages are unintelligible.

:38:57
It's a secret language.
It ain't meant for whiteys.

:39:00
-This isn't a joke.
-I got lots of jokes.

:39:03
-This is garbage!
-My pen broke.

:39:05
-It's in pencil.
-That broke too.

:39:08
You can't learn to read,
you can't learn to dance.

:39:11
You're flunking out.
:39:14
I can read.
:39:15
Terrific! Go ahead, surprise us.
Give him your book.

:39:18
Pay attention.
Mr. Johnson is gonna read.

:39:21
-I said I can read!
-Then read.

:39:25
-No.
-Read!

:39:26
-No!
-Read!

:39:28
No, you fucking bitch!
:39:29
What the fuck you want me to do,
asking me to read all the fucking time?

:39:34
I hate your guts. You read,
you fucking bitch!


prev.
next.