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Thank you.

As far as your sexual behavior, we see ourselves as a moderately liberal

institution. But to practice oral sex on the entire football team the day before

a game?

No, no, no.

I am a fair man, Carolyn.

Yet in my capacity as principal of this institution, I should throw you right

out on your ear. But I will give you one last chance.

One last chance to prove to me that your past behavior has not been

representative. of the true nature of your character.

Thank you, Mr. Knopf. I really appreciate it. Yes, I'm glad.

Now go, go.

Out of here!

Yes, sir.

So how'd it

go?

He's still here.

Come on.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Sure you do. Come on.

So how about giving me a little head, Caroline?

I don't know. Mr. Treetops is pretty pissed.

So what's the worst he can do to you?

Expel me.

Yo, Caroline.

Hey, watch my goods down there.

You really suck.

Yeah.

You're trying to take all of it.

Come on, you can do it.

Yeah.

You're trying to take all of it.

Come on, you can do it.

Oh, suck it. Yeah.

You taught you that, Caroline.

It really went good.

I

just

cut my bone.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, Caroline, you really...

Yeah,

yeah, that's it.

That's it, Caroline.

Take my whole cock.

No, it's good.

It's neat.

Oh.

Eat me, friend.

Oh, use your tongue.

Yeah.

Stick it in you. No.

I'm not wet.

Yeah.

And you, young man, you are enormous.

Seven schools in four years. Caroline, you're a disgrace. You were so close to

graduation and you blew it.

That's not all.

Don't sass me back, young lady.

Thank God Mrs.

Marmelstein's schools for girls accepted you. No one else would. And if you don't

get that diploma, we'll all just die.

I think Mrs.

Marmelstein's school is just the right place for you. Mrs.

Marmelstein is quite an administrator.

Top of her field.

And they say the faculty is all top notch.

Did you know that they had had the leading girls basketball team eight

years running?

So remember, it's not how you play the game.

It's whether you win or lose.

So if you have to punch them in the tits, punch them in the tits.

Remember, winning is everything.

Nobody likes a loser.

I'm sure the girls themselves are all quite dainty and sportswoman-like.

Not

only

that. But the brochure says the girls are under 24-hour supervision.

Look at those tits.

Firm tits.

Panties. I love those panties.

Yes,

Caroline, I think Mrs. Marlstein's is the perfect place for you. I don't see

how you could possibly get in trouble.

No good twats. Hey,

has anybody seen my dye, Fran?

Where's my double dildo?

Yeah, Mrs.

Lamont, I'm certain your daughter will be very happy. I certainly hope so.

You've got nothing to worry about. Problem girls are our specialty.

Thank God.

Now stay out of trouble.

The new girl?

Yeah, the new girl. But where's the party?

Party?

Who took that shot?

I said, who took that shot?

Me.

Oh. Oh.

So the new girl took it.

Figures, doesn't it? I mean, that's something you'd expect from a new girl.

Well, listen here, Miss Prissy.

That's not the way we play basketball.

No motherfucking way.

If you're going to shoot for the basket, you make the ball go in.

You can't make it.

You don't shoot it.

You got it?

Yes, ma'am.

Just to make sure, I want you to stay after class and shoot 500 free throws.

So what are you looking at? Around the gym, 10 laps.

Come on!

kids, he's not so bad.

It's your

dildo

collection.

Really? We should take pictures of it and put it in the yearbook.

You guys mind if I join you? No, go ahead.

You finished with those free throws? Just call me Kareem.

Where do you guys get later on here?

We go out a lot.

Motivation. That's the key to good acting. You have to believe the role

that you're playing.

Mandy, do you want to try that again?

Okay, Mr. Beckert.

Where should I start? At the knock? Yeah, yeah, that's fine.

I hear a knocking at the south chamber.

A little water clears us of this deed.

How easy is it, then? Your consistency has left you unattended.

Uh, get on your nightgown.

Huh?

What are you listening to? The music?

Johnny and the Whalys.

Bitchin'. And fuckin' credible.

That bad, Mandy.

You're really putting the language of experience into it. Um, you want to take

your seat?

Sandy? You want to do your speech now, the one about drinking?

Hell, why not?

Remember, the language of experience.

Lectury, sir.

It provokes and untrovokes.

I'd give anything to go to a New York concert. If I hadn't been created after

this dump, I'd be there.

What concert?

You don't know?

Jesus, Mandy, it's their first concert in six years. I'd give anything to go.

Well, why don't we?

How are we going to do that in this shit for brains?

We could just save up and go.

What are you guys talking about?

Johnny and the waylays.

You know...

We could earn the money. How?

Not bad.

Really. You're really improving.

But you have to remember the language of experience.

Um, girls, silence!

Brad and Violet coming in for a close-up.

Sandy, how are we going to do it? I want to see the way they look at me.

Help work, though, I think.

Yeah.

Let's see. Tickets would be about 20 bucks a flight.

Transportation, 50 apiece.

Hotel room, we might as well forget that.

That doesn't matter anyway.

We're not going to find any new jobs around here. Come on. We've got to be

creative. Make our own jobs.

Caroline's right.

Would you get away?

Hey.

What?

You know... You know how Mr. Beckert is always talking about the language of

experience? Yeah. Well, why don't we make some money off of it?

Sandy, do you think you could make a feature film?

Sure.

So, Mandy, what was so urgent you wanted to see me about?

Oh, you know... No, I'm afraid I don't.

I think I better be leaving now. Oh, not yet.

You know you want me.

I just want you to tell me how much you want me.

You're right.

I do want you.

I didn't dare touch you, but God, I've got to have you.

I've got to love you.

He's in the bank.

Roll it.

You girls.

You don't know what I'm tasting it.

Every day seeing you.

Wanting you.

You're young on the body.

Touching you.

Loving you.

Oh, Mr. Packer.

Oh,

Mr.

Packer.

Let's have the fog machine.

Why you...

What

else pot do you have?

Huh?

oh oh oh

Carolyn, zoom in. Zoom in for close-up. This is great.

Like magic.

Oh, yeah, look at that.

Oh, yeah.

Oh.

Yeah, come on.

Oh, dear.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh,

yeah.

Oh, it's bad.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear. Oh.

Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.

No, no.

Great. Great kids.

It's a wrap. It was great. Go.

at the film lab.

Do you think she can really sell that stuff?

Sure she will.

Just make sure she do print for us.

They are not supposed to enjoy sex.

They are supposed to just endure it like I did with old Mr.

Marmelstein. I think I have a photograph of him. I know someone who'd want to see

that film. Who?

The pervert. He'd be into anything.

And he'd pay for it too.

You're right.

That'll be one step closer to Johnny and the Willy.

Now who's the volunteer who wants Ned?

Winner. All right.

Hey there, big

boy. Aren't you hungry?

Oh, tits.

Tits. It'll cost you.

Oh.

Yeah, anything.

Anything. I want... I want... It? Sure. Right this way.

I should have tied those ropes tighter. I know Ned's running around with his

binoculars. Oh, hell with him. Let's talk bucks.

Yeah, well, I've got the film.

I've still got the 50 my mom gave me for new shoes.

Gosh, I can just hear Johnny in the waylaid now.

Yeah, and once I sell that film.

How are you going to do it?

Well, I've been doing a little research into the world of porn.

And did you know that one of the leading porno movie distributors lives in this

very town?

None other than Vito Moscone, producer of Girls with Torn Blouses and Pop Goes

the Weasel. Pop Goes the Weasel?

No.

They say there's more protein and vitamins in spaghetti than there is in a

plate of granola cereal.

Oh, shit. Who did that?

Huh? Sal told me. Down at the bowling alley, you know.

Before they put the contract on him.

God rest his soul.

Hit the door, Tommy.

All right, all right. Just don't call me Tommy.

Idiot.

Yeah. Hi, I'm here selling fuck flicks.

Wait a minute.

There's a lady here says she wants to see you. Say about some business.

Yeah? What kind of business, huh?

You know, fucky fucky. Send the dame in.

You're lucky, Mr. Mosconi will see you.

Entrez.

Nice place you have here.

Can I take your rep?

Oh, yes, thank you.

Hey, follow me.

Right this way.

This is it, Mr. Mosconi. How do you do, Mr.

Mosconi? My name is...

Sandy Trent, I mean, Trentolini, and... Great.

Great.

Younger? No, I just ate Italian.

I'm a big fan of your motion picture productions, and, well, I've been a

filmmaker myself, and... Great. Let me take a look.

Young schoolgirls in trouble.

Interesting. Rack it up.

Nice color.

Good exposure.

Thanks.

But where are the cum shots?

There's got to be more cum shots, baby.

Soon, Mr. Moscone.

Okay.

You got it.

Yeah.

Mr. Moscone, what about the movie deal?

Oh, deal. Yeah, right.

Oh. Can I read it?

You'll like the terms. You'll love them.

I'm sure I will.

Okay. Thanks a lot, Mr. Moscone.

Now, uh, to make a deal binding... Binding?

Yeah, binding.

Take your clothes off and show me what you're really all about, huh?

Well, uh... No fuck, no deal, baby.

The things a filmmaker has to go through in pursuit of her art.

Sorry, Palmer.

This is not going to work.

I've got to get a little bit more comfortable.

Yeah.

Oh, here, let me help you, baby, okay?

Okay. Yeah, let

me help you with your shirt. I love ladies' shirts. Yeah.

The way they fit around the body, the way they fit around the tits.

Especially.

How do they fit around the tits, sweetheart?

Uh, Mr.

Moscone. Yes, baby?

I think I can maybe do that.

Why don't you get a little bit more comfortable?

Let me have a little bit.

Just, why don't you take your pants off?

Oh, that's a good idea.

I like that idea.

Now, uh, looks like you're beating me to it, huh, baby?

Yeah.

Um, I really, I think I'd like to stand over there.

Stand over there?

Make a little more room.

I think I'd be more comfortable over here, Mr.

Moscone. Suit yourself.

Hi.

How would you like some more coffee?

Hey!

Look, but don't touch, huh?

Want to sit in the balcony with the audience?

Stay out of trouble.

Now, baby.

Where were we, huh?

Oh, Mr. Musco. Oh,

Mr. Musco.

Oh,

Mr.

Musco.

I don't think so, Mr. Moscotti.

Ooh.

That's not easy.

Mr.

Musco.

Great, great, great.

So, Mr. Moscone, I can expect a couple hundred dollars to listen in the week?

Yes. Monday, honey. It'll be the mail Monday.

Oh, thanks a lot, Mr. Moscone. Bye.

Bye.

Idiot.

And I hereby agree to transfer all rights, foreign and domestic, for the

film Young Schoolgirls in Trouble to the Vito Moscone Distributing Company.

This includes videocassette.

Cable and all theatrical rights.

Sandy, I think we got screwed.

And we're still 200 bucks short.

And the concert's only a week away.

Don't worry, girls. We'll see Johnny in the way late yet.

Mrs. Marlstein.

Can I help you?

Why, yes, you can, dear. I'm Mrs. Christian, and I'd like to make a

contribution to the school scholarship fund.

Why, certainly.

Yes, I'm going to give you cash. My husband, Mr. Christian, doesn't believe

in thanks.

Such a silly man. He insists on keeping all of this money in the dresser drawer.

The dresser drawer?

Yes, I wanted to make this contribution before I left for Aruba tonight.

I'm so impulsive, you understand.

Tonight. Oh, of course I do. Yes, and there's 100 and 200.

Well, ta-ta. Ta-ta.

Are you sure she told you exactly where he keeps the money?

Of course, it's Athenia's pie.

Piece of cake!

I wonder

how much they have. Well, I hope it's enough

for a trip. Good luck, Violet.

Whatever you do, don't let go of the sheep.

Okay. Here comes Farmo's sheep!

How do you do?

I could call the police, you know. Yeah?

Yeah, you probably could.

But I won't. No?

Why?

Because I'd rather fuck you.

Hell no!

I don't think you really have much choice in the matter, young lady.

Oh, I guess not.

So, take it off.

Give me a show.

Sure. Like this?

Yeah, like that.

Nice and slow.

Yeah? Yeah.

Let's see those tits.

Beautiful.

Well... Ta-da!

Oh, that's nice.

Is that okay? I want to see more.

Yeah?

Now

what?

Come here.

Put it in your mouth.

That's it.

Up and down your throat it goes.

Suck it harder.

Do you like my big cock down your throat?

Suck a mean cock.

That's good.

Oh, it feels so good.

Good,

suck it harder.

That's right.

Stop. Now, get up on the bed and spread them.

Like this?

Oh, yeah.

Like a good little girl for Daddy. You will call me Daddy, won't you?

Yes, Daddy.

Oh, look at that pretty, pretty pussy.

Do you mind if Daddy puts his tongue in it?

Oh, no.

Please, Daddy, please put your tongue in it.

You're so young.

Oh!

Oh!

Put your tongue away!

Tell Daddy you want. He'd like to have his big cock while Mommy's out shopping.

Oh, Daddy, please put your big hard cock in my pussy while Mommy's out shopping.

Well, I don't know, honey.

It's not right.

Don't tell me you won't tell Mommy.

And you want it bad.

Oh, no, I promise I won't tell Mommy.

And I want you so bad.

You promise?

I promise.

Look at this.

You know, the concert's tomorrow night.

We'll never make it. I came this close to getting the money.

I squeezed all I could out of my mom.

Ned doesn't get paid until next week.

We could wash cars.

We could sell cookies.

Maybe we could hustle the kitchen help.

How about the phone man?

I can't think of another thing to do.

Me neither.

Oh, hell, we might as well forget it. We can't get to the city on time anyway.

Our luck. Johnny and the Whalys give one concert in six years and we missed it.

Well, let's just go out and commit suicide.

Good idea.

At least we can get shit-faced. Yeah.

Aren't you coming?

No, I think I'll just stay here and cry on my pillow. Well, suit yourself.

Good night.

Where the fuck are we?

In the middle of nowhere.

Who's the navigator? You know, we sure fucked up this concert.

Bye-bye, Big Apple. Who cares about the Big Apple? It's the fucking two million

dollars that bothers me.

Look, I'll go get directions.

Look, don't go far, Johnny. Last time you took a walk, you were gone for three

months. Don't worry about me, bud. I'm in command.

I know we're gonna miss this gig.

No way. We'll get there.

Yeah, we're on a mission from God.

Excuse me, kid. Is there a phone around here? Maybe some munchies? Aren't you...

Aren't you... Johnny Whaley, yep. Oh, my God!

Come on, where's the phone?

There's a phone that way, and I'll get you something to eat. Follow me, Mr.

Whaley.

Oh, wow, Mr. Whaley.

You don't know how we tried to go to your concert.

We have all of your albums.

Jesus, this is incredible.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, what about the munchies? They're here.

I just know John's going to be late again.

Nah, he'll be back soon, I hope.

Let's go find him. Okay, let's go. Good idea.

What about the lunches?

Is this okay?

Hey, you're kind of cute.

You think so?

Hey, watch the hair.

Sorry.

records, huh?

Yeah, just like that.

Just like that.

That's it.

Oh, that's good.

Oh, yeah. Take the whole thing.

All right.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, that's it.

Yeah. All the way in.

Are you really aching?

Mm-hmm.

keep going just like that oh don't stop

yes

And now it's your turn.

Oh, John.

Have a seat.

If you only knew how much I dreamed about you. Just looking at your picture

makes me wet.

Oh?

Oh, I've dreamed about you for the longest time.

I could never imagine that Johnny... Johnny wouldn't be here with me.

I've got a better idea.

Okay, I like that.

Thank you.

God, I gotta get going.

Please stay.

What's going on here? Hey, what's going on?

My God, it's Johnny Wayland!

We wanted to go to your concert. But all our plans failed.

Do you guys really want to go to the concert?

Why don't you come with us?

The band's outside.

Let's go.

We're not close enough for rock and roll.