Dewey Finn:
[Patty opens the curtains. Dewey wakes up]
What? What is it?
Ned Schneebly:
Dewey, hey, it's the first of the month, and, uh, I would like you to share the rent now, please.
Dewey Finn:
Oh, man! You know I don't have it! You wake me up for that? Come on, man!
Ned Schneebly:
Sorry.
[Patty glares at Ned fiercely; more sternly]
Ned Schneebly:
Dewey! I mean, you owe me a lot of money as it is.
Patty Di Marco:
Yeah, try 2200 dollars!
Dewey Finn:
Okay, you guys, the band is about to hit it big time. We're gonna win Battle of the Bands, and we're gonna roll it in the Benjamins, I will throw you like a dog with a bone. Good night!
Patty Di Marco:
Oh, GIVE IT UP! YOUR BAND HAS NEVER MADE TWO CENTS!
Ned Schneebly:
Patty, come on! I'm on this!
Patty Di Marco:
Oh, you're on this? You're on this? He's walking all over you!
Dewey Finn:
Mommy, could we please talk about this later?
Patty Di Marco:
Uh, no, we can't talk about it later because Ned and I have to go to work. We have jobs. We contribute to society, all right? I'm an assistant to the mayor of this city. "Hello?"
Dewey Finn:
What? Can you get her out of here, please? Why? Why her?
Patty Di Marco:
And Ned has the most important job there is.
Dewey Finn:
Temping?
Ned Schneebly:
[aggravated]
Dewey, a substitute teacher is not a temp!
Dewey Finn:
[sarcastically]
He's a babysitter!
Ned Schneebly:
Oh, yeah, you think it's so easy? I'd like to see you try. You would've last one day!
Dewey Finn:
Dude, I service society by rocking, okay? I'm out there on the front lines liberating people with my music. Rocking ain't no walk in the park, lady!
Patty Di Marco:
All right, this is useless, all right? You tell him that if he doesn't come up with the rent by the end of the week, he's out of here!
Ned Schneebly:
Dewey, I'm not paying your share of the rent, so... I don't know, I mean, maybe you should sell one of your guitars or something.
Dewey Finn:
What? Would you tell Picasso to sell his guitars?
Patty Di Marco:
Oh, my God, he's an idiot!
Dewey Finn:
Dude, I've been mooching off here for years, and it's never been a problem until she showed up. Just dump her, man!
Ned Schneebly:
Yeah, well, if you don't come up with some money, she's gonna dump me. She's fed up.
Dewey Finn:
Oh, really? Because that would be a good thing! She's a nightmare!
Ned Schneebly:
Come on! I may never have another girlfriend! Just come on! Come up with some money, please! Please!
Dewey Finn:
Okay, for you. Not for her, man, for you.
Ned Schneebly:
[calmly]
Thank you.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:00