[Weiss is hardwiring the bomb in Chester A. Arthur Elementary School] Charles Weiss: Six booby traps, four dead ends, "and a Partridge in a pear tree." Okay, honey. Let's dance.
Zeus: Dial 911. Tell the police to get up here quick. Somebody's about to get killed. And get your butts to school, you hear me? Raymond: [casually] Yeah. Dexter: Yeah.
[Nicholas is giving a talk to a group of school children] Nicholas Angel: Are there any questions? [Danny is sitting at the back of a group] Danny Butterman: Is it true that there's a point on a man's head where if you shoot it, it will blow up?
Hermione Granger: That foul, evil old gargoyle! We're not learn how to defend ourselves, we're not learning how to pass our O.W.L.s. She's taking over the entire school!
Mr. R. H. Macy: [to Sawyer] "Psychologist". Where'd you graduate from, a correspondence school? [starts to walk away, then turns back to Sawyer] Mr. R. H. Macy: You're fired.
Ronnie: You need to be glad that you graduated from high school, and that you're alive at eighteen, and you need to do something with yourself before you end up like he did.
Amos Carruthers: [bringing his truant son Herbert to school] Ain't you goin' to give him a whoppin'? Ransom Stoddard: No, he's too big.
Jennifer: And I still don't see why we're doing this! David: Because we're supposed to be in school. Jennifer: We're supposed to be at home, David. We're supposed to be in color! David: [placatingly] Okay, okay, okay. Jennifer: God!
Joe Erie: Hello Snyder. Whattya doin' up here? Lieutenant William Snyder: I'm on vacation. You see that friend of yours lately? Joe Erie: No, no. He packed it in. Enrolled in detective school.
Edie: But Pop, I've seen things that I know are so wrong. Now how can I go back to school and keep my mind on... on things that are just in books, that-that-that aren't people living?
I'd say the main way people get into terrible financial trouble is just to spend too much money relative to their income, and that is an endemic problem in the United States of America, and that's the kind of thing that should be taught about in scho...
I remember having to quit school and quit my job. I just sort of moved all my stuff into other people's places. Within, like, six months, I was able to earn enough money from touring to rent a place again.
If you help disabled children, it's very appealing. If you help kids with cancer, those are the things you get credit for and those things are beautiful. But when it comes to stopping violence or really putting the time into rebuilding schools, that'...
As a small child in England, I had this dream of going to Africa. We didn't have any money and I was a girl, so everyone except my mother laughed at it. When I left school, there was no money for me to go to university, so I went to secretarial colle...
Bonnie and Clyde grew up in absolute poverty. They didn't go to school or have any money; the only way they could figure out how to get ahead was to steal. The banks were foreclosing on everyone's homes. I think a lot of people will be able to relate...
We played a lot of sandlot ball, so we were used to tackling each other, or falling on the concrete, things of that nature. And nine times out of 10, our flag games turned into tackle anyway. So when I got to high school, tackle football was kind of ...
I had a strong propensity, which I still have, to be invisible. In grade school, I'd try to disappear and become formless. I lived in a very imaginary world. I loved poetry and wrote my first novel when I was 9. It was about a little girl and the peo...
Listeners are kind of ambushed... if a poem just happens to be said when they're listening to the radio. The listener doesn't have time to deploy what I call their 'poetry deflector shields' that were installed in high school - there's little time to...
I've always written. When I was in school, the only teacher who ever liked me was my creative writing teacher. I used to enter poetry competitions, and I don't think I ever lost one. So I had the idea for a while of being some kind of poet.
I began to write poetry in high school, and would ride miles over sandy roads in the fine hills around Cedar Rapids, repeating the lines over and over until I had them right, making some of the rhythm of the horse help.
As Americans, we're not sure we share values. We're sometimes even afraid to use the word 'values.' We talk about teaching ethics in schools - people say, 'What ethics? Whose ethics? Maybe we can't.' And they confuse that with teaching of religion.
