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Angela, we certainly recognize

the conflicting emotions you must feel

as both educator and administrator, but--

do we get our raise or not?

Better!

I'm putting a new coffee maker in the teachers' lounge.

That's not an offer.

That's an insult!

Now, as head of the lawndale teacher's union, i--

with some of those international flavors

you can just squirt right out of a bottle.

Mm.

Ooh, I like what I'm seeing.

Ms. Li changing her support hose again?

That's another habit that will lead to blindness, upchuck.

But in this case, you'll wish for it.

Your concern touches me, ladies,

but we've got a cat-and-dogfight here.

Me--ouch!

And it's about to get strike-o-licious.

Give us our 10%

or we'll walk!

Oh, you will, will you?

Well, I hope, for your sake,

your negotiating skills have improved

since the last time you tried to pull this stunt.

Or have you forgotten that the dental insurance

was contingent on your teaching a sewing class?

Did you hem those pants yourself?

That's it!

We strike!

Students of lawndale high, your attention, please.

Is that the voice in my head

that tells me to kill and kill again?

No.

Satan's voice is lower,

and he has an English accent.

In an unprecedented show of spine--i mean, spite--

your teachers have announced a strike.

However, school will continue just as before.

It just won't involve teachers.

Class, you may have noticed

I'm not your usual teacher.

If only we didn't have our usual students.

For our first lesson, let's learn each other's names.

I'm Mrs. Stoller.

Got it!

Man, this class is gonna be a breeze!

And you are?

I'm the q.B.!

Posture, cubie, posture.

We think he's doing very well,

considering how he missed out on evolution.

And what's your name, dear?

Daria.

That sounds like a hippie name.

I think I'll call you Darlene.

So much prettier.

We need a lot more money!

This really isn't funny!

You don't pay us enough to buy honey!

I don't know.

This chant--

it sucks!

Hey!

I threw out the rhyme about the bunny.

Um, Anthony,

haven't most great labor movements throughout history

featured a stirring song?

Great idea!

Make one up!

Oh. Well, um...

Let me see.

Well, I came to sunny lawndale

with a smile and a degree

Hmm, no.

Uh... Oh!

I've been teaching here in lawndale

on rather modest pay

No, that's not quite forceful enough.

True literature should inspire us

to seek new experiences, to explore new sensations--

Mr. Edwards?

Call me Ken.

Um, Ken, this is almost interesting,

but seeing as how you're only the substitute teacher,

perhaps you can give us our book assignments,

and we can be on our way.

Ah, but what to assign?

You see, the only books worth reading

are those written

in the deep, passionate waters of life.

So like jaws?

No, no, like the novel I'm writing.

It's about a slightly older, sensitive man

and the love a budding woman child feels for him

when she gets to know him better.

What?

See, love can be so simple

when the hand of experience

nurtures the budding flower to full blossom.

You're writing about gardening?

And my language arts substitute

wouldn't stop talking about this stupid novel he's writing

about some professor who's dating a budding child woman

because he wants to blossom her.

Mm-hmm.

And then he started acting out his stupid book for us,

stroking Tiffany's hair

and telling her about his anguished soul.

Mm-hmm.

What? He was stroking Tiffany's hair?

I know!

Like Tiffany would ever date someone

who wore a tweed jacket.

Daria! Get me the--

thank you.

Oh, Tiffany.

Tiffany.

I never got to hear you call me "Ken."

Attention!

Will miss Daria morgendorffer

please report to the principal's office.

Now!

Darlene?

Where are you going?

To get Daria.

If someone asked me

to teach a class, I'd be honored.

Besides, we wouldn't be in this fix

if it weren't for your mother.

Yeah.

Hire one pedophile,

and she gets all bent out of shape.

Besides, I'm not thinking of me.

I'm thinking of the children.

Not so fast.

You'll get out of gym class.

You? A scab?

Oh, great.

Touched by an angel.

You'd be betraying your teachers.

Hey, yeah!

You'd be betraying your teachers.

You'd just be falling into the same trap

that managements always use

to keep wages low and workers weak.

Oh, go dance on the head of a pin.

You could make Quinn's life really miserable.

Huh. That's a good point.

Hey, you hungry?

Yeah, we can pick this up later.

Ms. Morgendorffer, I'm waiting.

This is a waste of time,

especially with today being the first day

of cashman's cruisewear craziness.

Attention, young people!

Mr. Edwards will no longer be joining us, due to...

Reasons.

I hope it's not his anguish acting up.

But I am proud to introduce a substitute

with tolerable credentials,

who is far less liable to engender a lawsuit

that could cost me my very pants.

Hello.

My name is miss Darlene, and I'll be your new teacher.

Look on the bright side.

It's not every student

who has access to their teacher 24 hours a day.

But I don't want access.

Home is my sanitarium away from school.

Does this mean we can just

do our parent-teacher conferences here?

Hello, free time for model railroading!

Morning, mom, dad... Class.

Mo-om!

Ugh!

What's wrong with her?

It's her grades, or rather, it will be.

Daria-- whoo! Whoo!

All aboard the big Jake express!

"Now, class,

let's check the evenness of your box stitch."

No.

No. Never again!

On top of our paychecks

right under the date

there sits a small number

we've all grown to hate

I don't know.

Hate is such an ugly word.

Cool tune, man.

Classic feel.

Wait. I know you!

You're on spiral's mailing list?

No, you were one of my students.

Trent Lane.

Um--

Trent, do you remember

how you and your friends used to write

"down with the man" on my car with soap?

Just let it go, man.

I mean, bygones, right?

Well, Trent,

today "the man" is coming down on us,

the underpaid teachers of lawndale high,

and we could really use the help of a talented songwriter.

I don't know.

This is a chance to focus your energy

on a cause worthy of your talent,

your knowledge, your virtuosity!

I don't have to read music, do I?

No.

Well, what do you know?

Trent's actually on time to pick us up,

and all I had to do was set his clock ahead four hours.

I don't think he's adjusted to the time change.

He appears to be writing a song with Mr. O'Neill.

He's too good-natured.

If a teacher tried to take advantage of me like that,

I'd tell them right where to stick it.

Jane, thank god.

We need your taste and talent.

Go on, Jane,

offer that piece of friendly advice

you just mentioned.

Ms. Barch's signs?

Well, they aren't really getting our message across.

Could you help us design some strong graphic statements?

I'll write a note to get you out of class.

Oh, wait, I guess I can't.

No, but the scab can.

Gee, thanks, Mr. Hoffa.

Your salary offends me

your health plan...

"Doesn't mend me?"

You know, if you're not going to take this seriously,

we can just stop right now.

And so the people asked George Washington,

"will you be our new king?"

And Washington said--

young lady, you're tardy.

Gee, he wasn't very focused.

I have a note from a teacher.

"Please excuse Jane from class.

Miss Darlene."

Well, on your way, then.

Okay.

We know Mr. O'Neill assigned a play,

and you're pretty sure the title

didn't contain the word "alien."

Do you remember anything else?

Uh, I think the guy on the cover was wearing tights.

Hmm.

Since there are no wrestling dramas on the syllabus,

I'm guessing Shakespeare.

Wait, I remember now.

He's a stalker.

He follows girls home from parties

and peeks in their windows.

Romeo and Juliet.

A classroom full of blank faces is a little spooky,

until you plant your feet and stare them down.

You know, apes interpret that as a gesture of dominance.

That's what I just said.

Hello, Ms. Morgendorffer!

How lovely you look today.

Hey, Daria, could you write me a note

that says I didn't put that dent in my dad's car?

And can we have one to get out of class

so we can make out...

Scholarship applications?

Nice. Nice.

Remember, nothing says, "death to the bosses!"

Like primaries.

Pastels are for appeaseniks.

have you ever been

to the children's zoo?

When the birdies say "cheep"

they're talking 'bout you

Nah.

Good news, everyone!

I just came from Ms. Li's office,

and she's made a final offer.

A .08% pay hike and free non-dairy creamer!

And Anthony, she says you can put away your sewing kit.

So what does everyone say?

Anthony, is something the matter?

My dear Mrs. Bennett,

as an informed consumer,

you should know that non-dairy creamer

offers no sustenance whatsoever

and neither does that offer!

This is the contract we wrote,

and this is the contract she's going to sign!

Cover me, boys.

I'm going in!

What are you looking for, Jane?

Bombers.

He'll never make it without air support.

"For never was a story of more woe

"than this of Juliet and her...

Romeo."

Thank you, Joey, Jeffy, or Jamie.

Laurence Olivier, in his present state,

couldn't have done better.

Cool. What does "woe" mean?

It like the feeling you'd get

if the super bowl were preempted by antiques roadshow.

Whoa!

See?

Quinn, are you taking notes?

Um, no.

I'm just, uh, writing so that girl

thinks I'm paying attention when I'm not really.

Who cares what a teacher thinks?

They're such losers.

Yeah. Eww.

She's not a real teacher, sandi.

She's a substitute.

Oh. A substitute loser.

Okay.

You've read the play.

Tomorrow you take the test.

Sorry.

Orders from above.

I'd suggest you cheat off your neighbors,

but considering who most of you are sitting next to--

Quinn, I hope that substitute you've been making excuses for

won't be holding us to the same rigid grading standards

as everyone else.

Perhaps you should remind her how popular we are.

But she's weird.

I don't think she even cares about popular people.

See, there you go, sticking up for her again.

It's almost as if you two share some deep, dark secret

that might inadvertently come out

if tomorrow's test proves too difficult.

Hey, how about asking them this:

If verona had had metal detectors,

would mercutio be alive today?

If he were, he'd be about 400 years old.

That's why they'll all get it wrong.

Trick question, yeah!

Gee, I wonder why no one's ever asked you to teach a class.

Daria, you know the test tomorrow?

It's going to be easy, right?

Because if you make it really hard,

some popular people won't like it

and might take it out

on another completely innocent popular person.

And besides, it's good to help the popular,

because if you don't,

it might make you even more unpopular.

Although I don't know if such a thing is possible.

Ooh, wouldn't want to risk that.

So you'll do it?

Right after I change into my fur bikini.

Daria!

You know, I didn't ask for this stupid teaching job.

I don't need the work, and I don't need the stigma.

I've tried to make the class interesting

and focus on the play, not the grades.

And if, after all that,

the only thing your vapid friends can think about

is how to finesse taking the test,

then they deserve to fail it.

Daria, do you want everyone to hate you?

Hey, why should you go out of your way to protect the stupid?

You're not one of them.

I--i...

You don't understand anything!

Hmm, maybe you should make it easy.

Give the poor kids a break.

I lied about the fur bikini.

Damn.

Stupid smoke pellets get stuck so damn easy.

Doesn't even look like real smoke.

Hey, Quinn! You got a hat pin?

A what?

I don't have time for your crazy jokes, dad.

I have to study for this stupid test

Daria is making us take on Romeo and Juliet.

Hey! I remember that play.

Sit down.

Let old jakey help you with your studies.

Now, if I recall, Romeo meets Juliet

by this big, bubbly cauldron...

No, dad, she's at this party

he crashes with his friend mercutio.

Right! The little wooden boy.

No, dad, he's Romeo's pal,

but he gets stabbed to death by tybalt.

Tybalt? Tybalt?

So Romeo kills tybalt.

And then Juliet's dad says she has to marry Paris,

so she pretends she's dead...

Tybalt sounds like the name of a rock.

And when Paris sees her--

wait.

I know this stuff!

Um, got to go. Thanks.

Any time.

Paris?

Wait, that's not Romeo and Juliet.

That's the pink panther!

Damn smoke pellet!

Where did I put that hat pin?

Don't think you can intimiate--

intermolate--

don't think you can scare me

with your threat to picket naked.

You think I'm bluffing?

This is goodwill polyester I've been sweating in all night.

I want to picket naked!

All right.

A 2% raise and a space heater for the teacher's lounge.

Boy!

It's getting hot in here!

Now, class, sit up straight,

and no talking while you take your test.

"Name the colors on the American flag."

Hey, no fair!

You didn't say we had to know that.

Cubie, you hush.

And posture, cubie, posture.

Yes, Jamie, Joey, or Jeffy?

Um, my test only has one question on it.

That's right.

"What is Romeo and Juliet about?"

Just write what you think and back it up.

200 words, minimum.

An essay test?

200 words?

Think?

You call this compensation?

You keep your long vacation

you're forcing us to salary arbitration

mama said strike you out

yeah!

My work here is done.

What do you think of the song, Anthony?

Anthony?

Oh, my gosh!

He's still up there with Ms. Li!

Anthony? Angela?

Any progress?

Oh, no, they've killed each other!

Dear god, when will the madness stop?

Oh, puffy, you don't need a weapon

to make me do your bidding.

Huh? What?

Oh, they're not dead.

What a relief.

Get up!

Thank god.

I thought I signed the contract,

but it was just a bad dream.

I knew it!

But it seemed so real.

And you were there,

and you, and you!

What's that in your hand?

Give me that!

The contract!

Anthony, you did it!

Here are your tests.

I don't think I've ever written so many "a"s.

You're the smartest and biggest first graders I've ever had.

Thanks!

What a surprise.

An "a" and a silver star.

Don't get too full of yourself.

I got a gold star.

I got a gold star too and a "c."

Oh...

Red, white, and blue!

Hey, no fair!

How come Brittany got a star and I didn't?

Boys with bad posture don't get stars.

And, cubie, it's not nice to try to fool the teacher

by signing your test "Kevin."

A "b!"

You mean you think mercutio had a thing for Romeo too?

No, but you argued your point well,

and I thought your ideas

for keeping him out of the locker room were original,

if a little closed-minded.

A "d" minus?

I should have known Quinn would fail us.

I should have failed you too.

See, in Shakespeare's version,

Romeo never goes by the name Leonardo

or takes a swim in his clothes,

but I gave you extra credit

for realizing that the movie and the play

were somehow connected.

I guess we shouldn't have copied each other.

Hey!

Gee, Quinn.

What a surprise you got a "b" plus.

I guess having a certain relationship

with a certain teacher really paid off.

Um, sandi, I thought she was fairly easy on the grading,

as long as you tried to think for yourself.

Oh, really?

I guess everything's relative.

Sandi, ever since they asked this girl

to take over the class from that creepy guy

who wanted to fertilize Tiffany,

it seems to me all she tried to do

was make the best of a bad situation.

Maybe we should cut her some slack.

See?

There she goes, taking sides again.

You two are so nice to each other,

you're almost like sisters.

I'm not taking anyone's side, sandi.

I'm just saying that sometimes

people get put in awkward positions.

Like a girl who has to wear huge braces in fifth grade,

and years later her brothers find pictures of her with them

and give those pictures to a friend,

who hasn't shown them to anyone

out of the goodness of her heart...

Yet.

Oh.

Besides,

why shouldn't I act sisterly towards her?

After all...

She's my sister.

Did you hear that?

Oh, my gosh!

Quinn just admitted

that weird girl is her sister.

Well, um, of course she is, sandi.

We knew that.

We were just being polite about it.

People of Mars!

I mean, students of lawndale high.

This is your leader--

um, principal.

What was I saying?

Oh!

The teachers-- the teachers--

the strike's over!

Your teachers will be back tomorrow!

Good ni--day.

Um... miss Darlene?

I think you were, um...

You were a pretty good teacher.

Thanks, Jamie, Jeffy, or Joey.

For the record, some of you aren't half-bad students.

You know who you are.

It's quite a web sight

when civil war buffs get in the buff.

www.gettysbare,

next on sick, sad world.

I already told you,

I'm not signing your national rayon day petition.

Um... You know that grade you gave me?

Sandi says I only got it

because you're always at my house.

Is that true?

Let me pose you a question, grasshopper.

If I gave you a grade that you didn't earn,

that would be acting nice.

Could I face myself if I were ever nice to you?

Really? I thought so.

And by the way, don't think

I could ever be nice to you either.

I'm fully aware of that.

God only knows what this little foray of yours

into teacher geekland cost me in social status.

I feel your pain.

Well, good night, then.

Good night...

Sis.

Yes!

I endured.

My wits didn't fail.

My strength didn't fail.

I didn't fail!

I got that contract.

And if I can do that, I can do anything...

Even teach Kevin.

So tell me, Sonny boy,

which war freed us from the iron hand of British rule?

Iron...

Iron...

The golf war?

Mr. Demartino?

Do you want to share?

The joy of teaching

didn't last very long with this one.

You got to grab it while you can.

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