Peter Stegman:
Life is pain. Pain is everything.
Terry Corrigan:
I'll bet I know who you are. You're Mr. Goldstein's replacement. Terry Corrigan, biology.
Andrew Norris:
Andy Norris, music. What's the gun for?
Terry Corrigan:
Where have you been teaching lately?
Andrew Norris:
Lately? Nowhere.
Terry Corrigan:
It figures.
Deneen:
You jerks don't belong here.
Peter Stegman:
Shut your hole, you little dyke!
Peter Stegman:
Face the music... teacher teacher.
Andrew Norris:
Wait a minute, you're in this class. Sit down.
Peter Stegman:
[gives him the finger] Sit on this, motherfucker.
Andrew Norris:
What's the matter with you?
Peter Stegman:
What's the matter with you? What's the matter with me? What's the matter with matter?
Peter Stegman:
I've had it with you, Leroy. I mean, uh, enough is enough.
Leroy:
Hey, man, listen... I didn't do nothin' man.
Peter Stegman:
What the fuck... you think I was born yesterday?
Leroy:
Hey, man... what's goin' on here?
Peter Stegman:
[brutally beating him] We're the only niggers that sell shit in this school.
Joo Joo:
I'ma gonna kill yo', sucka! No one messes around wit' my man, Leroy. I'm gonna cut you, white-meat.
Peter Stegman:
Cut this!
[a gang battle ensues]
Peter Stegman:
[after playing a piano concerto] Do I get the gig, teacher?
Andrew Norris:
Where'd you learn how to play that?
Peter Stegman:
Do I get the fuckin' gig?
Andrew Norris:
No. Maybe I'll give you a shot when you grow up, now get out.
Peter Stegman:
Stegman doesn't play in anybody's asshole band, anyway.
Peter Stegman:
When it comes to killin', teacher teacher's just got too much to lose... otherwise, you coulda done me right. Like this!
[busts his head open against a mirror]
Peter Stegman:
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