Excuse me.
Oh, yes?
Do you know where room 17, French is?
Yeah, it’s…
(You freakin’ killed him dude…)
You selling encyclopedias?
Yeah, he looks like a substitute teacher.
(No, no, no. It’s mine now.)
(Take it, take it, take it, take it.)
(I don’t want to.)
(Oh, come on.)
(You guys are…)
(You’re too slow.)
(You’re just too slow.)
Quiet down, people!
My name is Mr. Abagnale!
That’s Abagnale.
Not Abagnolee, not Abagnalely,
but Abagnale.
Now, somebody please tell me where you left off in your textbooks.
Excuse me, people. If I need to ask again, I’m gonna write up the entire class.
Take your seats!
Chapter seven.
Would you please open your textbooks to, uh…chapter eight and we’ll get started.
Excuse me. What’s your name?
Brad.
Brad, why don’t you get up here in front of the class here and read conversation number five?
[Bad French]They sent for me.
They said they needed a sub for Roberta.
I came all the way from…from Dixon.
Well uh, I always sub for Roberta.
Excuse me, why aren’t you reading?
I’ll never come back to…to Bellarmine-Jefferson again!
You tell them not to call me.
What do you think? It’s easy for a woman my age and all the money that it costs to travel?
I tell you, they don’t give a damn.
