–When I grow up, I want to be a gynecologist.
–You need to give a reason.
–You’re the reason, Miss Marquez.
1. Losers say what? 2. What? 1. Losers!
Angry Man: I’m a loser. You’re a son of a bitch.
Jack: I can’t believe you said that. You cussed. You said the B-word.
As we come to the end of this phase of our lives, we find ourselves trying to remember the good times and trying to forget the bad times. we find ourselves worrying about the future. where are we gonna be in 10 years? Don’t worry, think of me. Please don’t worry so much. In the end, none of us have very long on this Earth. Life is fleeting…and if you’re distressed, Cast your eyes to the summer sky at the stars strung across the velvetty night. When a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning Night into Day, Make a wish… think of me… Make your life – Spectacular. I know i did.
Eric: I want to be a gynocologist.
Miss. Marquez: You need to give a reason.
Eric: You’re the reason Miss. Marquez.
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Go suck a dick u dumb whore!!! Ur mom is a whore!!! get a life
HEY CARL…..good to see you!!
Hey Jack, you ever get a boner?
A what?!
You know, an erector.
Oh, no, but I’m thinking of asking for one for Christmas.
I don’t have very much time these days, so I’ll make it quick–like my life. You know, as we come to the end of this phase of our life, we find ourselves trying to remember the good times and trying to forget the bad times, and we find ourselves worring about the future. Start to worry, thinking what am I gonna do, where am I gonna be in ten years? But I say to you, ‘Hey, look at me.’ Please don’t worry so much, ’cause in the end none of us have very long on this earth. Life is fleeting. And if you’re ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky, when the stars are strung across the velvety night, and when a shooting star streaks through the blacknessturning night into day, make a wish, think of me, make your life spectacular. I know I did. I made it, Mom. I’m a grown-up. Thank you.
Jack
Jack: But I just want to be a regular star.
Mr. Woodruff: Jack, you’ll never be regular. You’re spectacular.
Jack: I’m not a freak. You’re a freak four eyes.
Jack: Louie’s mom says he has dirty magazines under his bed.Dad, what are dirty magazines?
Louie: Hey Jack, did you ever get a boner? You know an erector.
Jack: No. I’m hoping to get one for Christmas.
Louie: You know what your problem is, Victor? You got the zactly disease. Victor: The zactly disease, what’s that? Louie: It’s when your mouth smells…zactly like your butt!
Miss. Marquez: So Jack, when’s your birthday?
Jack: September 12.
Classmate: 1902.
Miss. Marquez: We should change your name for Jack to Shaq.
Mr. Woodrow: You know why I like to teach children, Jack? So I don’t get so wrapped up in being an adult. So I can remember that there are other things that are important in life. Like riding a bike, playing in a treehouse, or splashing in water with good shoes on. You were a shooting star amongst ordinary stars. Have you ever seen a shooting star, Jack? It’s wonderful. It passes quickly but while it’s here it just lights up the whole sky. It’s the most beautiful thing you’d ever want to see. So beautiful that the other stars just stop and watch. You almost never see one.
Jack: Why?
Mr Woodrow: Because they are very rare, quite rare. But I saw one–I did.
Jack: But I just want to be a regular star.
Mr Woodrow: Jack, you’ll never be regular, you’re spectacular.
Please don’t worry so much. In the end, none of us have very long on this Earth. Life is fleeting…and if you’re distressed, Cast your eyes to the summer sky and the stars strung across the velvetty night. When a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning Night into Day, Make a wish…Think of me…Make your life – Spectacular.
Principle Magee: Hello Jack, Im Mr.Magee, your new principle.
Jack: Hello Mr.Magoo
Magee: It’s Magee
Jack: Sorry, Magee *under his breath* Magoo
Since when is being bad, bad?
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We’re gonna have to change your name from Jack to Shaq.
What do I want to be when I grow up? Alive.
Why is everybody always fallin on me?
Why’s everybody always picking on me? (song they sing in tree house)
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