Angry Man:
That's the second time tonight! What, are you stupid?
[Jack tries to walk away]
Angry Man:
Whoa! Whoa! Where you going? I want an apology!
Jack:
I'm sorry.
Angry Man:
No, no, no, that's not gonna be good enough, sorry.
Jack:
Well, I said I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Jeez, what is it with you? What, are you totally hyper or something? You eat too much sugar?
Angry Man:
What, do you think you're pretty smart?
Jack:
Yeah, I do, got an A in everything except Social Studies.
Angry Man:
Studies? How'd you like to study my fist?
Dolores:
Hey, hey, hey, leave him alone, asshole. Come on, Mr. Powell.
Angry Man:
What's the matter, man? You gonna let your girlfriend here stand up for you?
Dolores:
Just, let's go.
Jack:
[Jack begins to deliver insults he heard on the playground]
You know what your problem is, Mister? You have Exactly Disease.
Angry Man:
What's that?
Jack:
It's when your mouth smells EXACTLY LIKE YOUR BUTT!
Dolores:
What, you get that from Louis? He always says that.
Angry Man:
And you're a loser!
Jack:
Oh yeah, losers say what?
Angry Man:
What?
Jack:
LOSER! Haha! Rubber, glue, sticks to you!
Dolores:
What are you doing? This guy's very tough! Stop with this, let's go.
Angry Man:
[getting very angry]
I'm a loser? You're a son of a bitch!
Jack:
I can't believe you said that! You cussed! Oh, you said the 'B' word! Oh, you're going to get in so much trouble! You really are!
Angry Man:
[laughs]
Here's some trouble!
[punches Jack in the face]
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