beingsuspended. What total and complete bull—
MS. VESPUCCI:Stop! Please!
MR. STORM: Then tell them. Or I will.
PROF. DEVANE: Tell us what?
MS. VESPUCCI: It’s stupid.
MR. STORM: That’s for sure! Her mom and my dad had a—they were dating. Til my dad shut her mom down because she was too left-wing. Her mom can’t hold on to a man, Cindy probably blamed my dad. So when she saw me at the party, she decided to hit on me and get even.
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MS. VESPUCCI: No! That’s not true! You came up to me first! I danced with you because you were acting like a gentleman—
MR. STORM: What a crock! You were wearing that nothing little black—
PROF. DEVANE: Hold on. When you say left-wing, do you mean politically?
MR. STORM: What else? Radical feminism. Her mom’s a flaming extremist. Hates men, taught Cindy to. She was just setting me up for—
MS. VESPUCCI: Iwasn’t, Kenny! You were a gentleman. Not like—
MR. STORM: Not like my dad? Don’t you fucking puthim down!
MS. VESPUCCI: I didn’t mean that. I meant the other guys at the—
MR. STORM: Right.
MS. VESPUCCI: Kenny—
MR. STORM: Fuck this!
PROF. STEINBERGER: Kenny, does your dad approve of your swearing?
MR. STORM: Okay. I’m sorry. I’m just super-steamed. Because this is totally unfair. My dad and her mom had problems so she set me up. It’s—
MS. VESPUCCI: Ididn’t ! Iswear !
MR. STORM: Right. You just picked me ’cause of my cute face—
PROF. DEVANE: Let’s regain our focus. Whatever the motivation for your initial meeting, Mr. Storm, you did go out with Ms. Vespucci. And she claims you attempted to force her to have sex with you.
MR. STORM: Bul—no way. No . . . blankingway ! Sure I asked her. Why not? We’d already been out a bunch of times. But I didn’t touch her without permission—right, Cindy? So I asked her if she wanted to do it. Is that a crime, now?
PROF. DEVANE: Shoving her out of the car when she turned you down is, sir.
MR. STORM: Yeah, except I didn’t shove her. She freaked and got out herself, fell down.
Actually, I tried to stop her—that’s the only time I grabbed her arm.
PROF. DEVANE: That’s not what she says—correct, Ms. Vespucci?
MS. VESPUCCI: Just forget it.
PROF. DEVANE: Cindy, I really don’t—
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MS. VESPUCCI: Please.
PROF. DEVANE: Let’s talk about that purse, Cindy. Can we agree that it got thrown?
MR. STORM: Hell, no! After she got out, I gave it to her because it was hers and—
PROF. DEVANE: So you threw it at her.
MR. STORM: Not at her,to her. What didI need a purse for? Jesus. She refused to catch it so it fell into the street.
MS. VESPUCCI: But then I told you Idid want to get back in and you just drove away!
MR. STORM: I didn’t hear you.
MS. VESPUCCI: You weren’tthat far away!
MR. STORM: Read mylips, Cindy:I did not hear you. I’d already asked you ten times and you refused so I split. This isrank, Cindy. You set me up and you know it and now your mom’s going to know it.
PROF. DEVANE: There’s no call for threats—
MR. STORM: What do you thinkthis is?Fuck this place—
MS. VESPUCCI: I’m sorry, I’m sorry—I’m sorry, Professor Devane, but I want to stop this.Now! Please!
PROF. STEINBERGER: Perhaps—
PROF. DEVANE: Cindy, right now you’re under a lot of stress and pressure. This isn’t the right time to make important decisions.
MS. VESPUCCI: I don’t care, I want tostop this! I’m leaving. [Exits]
MR. STORM: [Laughs] What now?
PROF. DEVANE: Is there something more you want to say for yourself, sir?
MR. STORM: Not for myself. For you—toyou: Fuckyou, lady! And you,too, clown—don’t like it, man? Come on outside and get it on.
MR. LOCKING: You have no idea who you’re dealing—
MR. STORM: Then come on out, brain-boy. Come on—hah, bullshit walks—fuck you, fuck this college and this bullshit left-wing garbage. I’m phoning my dad, he’s in real estate, knows lots of lawyers. He’s going to have your asses for breakfast. [Exits]
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MS. VESPUCCI:Stop! Please!
MR. STORM: Then tell them. Or I will.
PROF. DEVANE: Tell us what?
MS. VESPUCCI: It’s stupid.
MR. STORM: That’s for sure! Her mom and my dad had a—they were dating. Til my dad shut her mom down because she was too left-wing. Her mom can’t hold on to a man, Cindy probably blamed my dad. So when she saw me at the party, she decided to hit on me and get even.
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MS. VESPUCCI: No! That’s not true! You came up to me first! I danced with you because you were acting like a gentleman—
MR. STORM: What a crock! You were wearing that nothing little black—
PROF. DEVANE: Hold on. When you say left-wing, do you mean politically?
MR. STORM: What else? Radical feminism. Her mom’s a flaming extremist. Hates men, taught Cindy to. She was just setting me up for—
MS. VESPUCCI: Iwasn’t, Kenny! You were a gentleman. Not like—
MR. STORM: Not like my dad? Don’t you fucking puthim down!
MS. VESPUCCI: I didn’t mean that. I meant the other guys at the—
MR. STORM: Right.
MS. VESPUCCI: Kenny—
MR. STORM: Fuck this!
PROF. STEINBERGER: Kenny, does your dad approve of your swearing?
MR. STORM: Okay. I’m sorry. I’m just super-steamed. Because this is totally unfair. My dad and her mom had problems so she set me up. It’s—
MS. VESPUCCI: Ididn’t ! Iswear !
MR. STORM: Right. You just picked me ’cause of my cute face—
PROF. DEVANE: Let’s regain our focus. Whatever the motivation for your initial meeting, Mr. Storm, you did go out with Ms. Vespucci. And she claims you attempted to force her to have sex with you.
MR. STORM: Bul—no way. No . . . blankingway ! Sure I asked her. Why not? We’d already been out a bunch of times. But I didn’t touch her without permission—right, Cindy? So I asked her if she wanted to do it. Is that a crime, now?
PROF. DEVANE: Shoving her out of the car when she turned you down is, sir.
MR. STORM: Yeah, except I didn’t shove her. She freaked and got out herself, fell down.
Actually, I tried to stop her—that’s the only time I grabbed her arm.
PROF. DEVANE: That’s not what she says—correct, Ms. Vespucci?
MS. VESPUCCI: Just forget it.
PROF. DEVANE: Cindy, I really don’t—
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MS. VESPUCCI: Please.
PROF. DEVANE: Let’s talk about that purse, Cindy. Can we agree that it got thrown?
MR. STORM: Hell, no! After she got out, I gave it to her because it was hers and—
PROF. DEVANE: So you threw it at her.
MR. STORM: Not at her,to her. What didI need a purse for? Jesus. She refused to catch it so it fell into the street.
MS. VESPUCCI: But then I told you Idid want to get back in and you just drove away!
MR. STORM: I didn’t hear you.
MS. VESPUCCI: You weren’tthat far away!
MR. STORM: Read mylips, Cindy:I did not hear you. I’d already asked you ten times and you refused so I split. This isrank, Cindy. You set me up and you know it and now your mom’s going to know it.
PROF. DEVANE: There’s no call for threats—
MR. STORM: What do you thinkthis is?Fuck this place—
MS. VESPUCCI: I’m sorry, I’m sorry—I’m sorry, Professor Devane, but I want to stop this.Now! Please!
PROF. STEINBERGER: Perhaps—
PROF. DEVANE: Cindy, right now you’re under a lot of stress and pressure. This isn’t the right time to make important decisions.
MS. VESPUCCI: I don’t care, I want tostop this! I’m leaving. [Exits]
MR. STORM: [Laughs] What now?
PROF. DEVANE: Is there something more you want to say for yourself, sir?
MR. STORM: Not for myself. For you—toyou: Fuckyou, lady! And you,too, clown—don’t like it, man? Come on outside and get it on.
MR. LOCKING: You have no idea who you’re dealing—
MR. STORM: Then come on out, brain-boy. Come on—hah, bullshit walks—fuck you, fuck this college and this bullshit left-wing garbage. I’m phoning my dad, he’s in real estate, knows lots of lawyers. He’s going to have your asses for breakfast. [Exits]
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