Ah, "The Breakfast Club" --
Truly the ultimate teen movie of the '80s.
Every high-school clique was represented --
the geeks, the jocks,
the loners, the Molly Ringwalds.
It showed us that if we'd sit and talk in a circle of trust,
we could all be friends.
Of course, that didn't apply to me.
I was a freshman.
High school meant I had a clean slate.
The movie inspired me to reinvent myself.
I am the coolest freshman alive.
But, damn it, Judd Nelson sure taught me how to be.
What the hell is this?
Why aren't you moving?
Start moving your body!
And lucky for me, I had a big older bro and sis
who would help me out.
Why do you have so many outfits on?
Yeah, you look like a hobo who lives in a dumpster
behind a Burlington Coat Factory.
It's my new look.
I'm locking in who I'm gonna be for the next four years.
Did you cut the fingers off of my lace Madonna gloves?
Now they're fingerless tough-guy gloves...
with some lace.
Okay, here's how this year's gonna work.
During school hours, you will not walk, talk,
or breathe anywhere near us.
Well, what if I need you guys?
You definitely will, but we won't be there.
Thing is, I'm a senior now,
so my focus will be on being super popular
and making terrible mistakes
that will greatly affect my future.
And as one of the school's top jocks,
I'll be knocking the books out of your hands.
You're not the school's top anything!
This is madness!
This year, I'm joining the varsity wrestling,
basketball, and cross-country.
Cross-country? Since when can you run far or fast?
Oh, I run. I run plenty.
Yeah, your weird Barry run.
Are you crazy? I don't run like that.
I run like this.
Yeah, it's probably best
that both of you stay away from me this year.
Schmoopaloos, exciting news!
We need to have a little talk.
Stop running. Eyes on me.
Remember how I told you all summer
I was taking a painting class
to help give my life a sense of purpose?
- No. - Who paints what?
You people don't listen to a word I say.
And I would be deeply hurt if it wasn't all a total lie.
I was taking a course for this.
It's my teaching certificate.
- For what? - For substitute teaching!
- For where? - High school!
- For which high school? - Yours!
This isn't happening!
That's right. You're gonna be seeing a whole lot more of Mama.
I feel anger in my body!
See, that's it. That's the Barry run.
It was September 3, 1980-something,
the night before school started,
and our worst nightmare had become reality.
Question -- What does this sweater say to you?
That's exactly what I was going for.
Look at you. A real teacher.
While this might have begun as a way
for me to inappropriately track my children's every move,
it's given me a renewed sense of purpose.
You're always marching down there to make trouble anyhow.
Might as well get some money for it.
Also, you're supporting the most important woman in your life.
Sure! Why not?
Hey! What do you think?
How does Professor Goldberg look?
Mom, you're not a professor.
Well, then why do I have a PhD in nose boops?
See you in the halls, delicious pupils.
Excuse us, Father.
We hate to interrupt your evening,
but we would like to borrow a brief moment
of your valuable personal time.
What the hell's going on?
You morons always come in screaming when you want something.
It's true. This energy is very unnerving.
Shouting at you has produced poor results in the past,
and at this moment, our lives are at stake.
Which is why we came to you as calm, mature, young adults
to talk this out rationally.
Even Barry? Seems unlikely.
Since you're asking so politely,
I'll wait before I say no.
We need to discuss Mom's new position at William Penn Academy.
As you know, children need healthy walls
between their academic and home lives.
And, if I may add,
Mom is a monster that must be stopped!
-不 巴瑞 -你保证不发脾气的
- No, Barry! - You promised!
Well, the answer's no.
Have a good school year.
So, may I?
- Go to town. - Do your thing.
W-What's going on here?
You make Mom quit or I will knock everything over you love,
starting with these thin books!
What are you doing? You're scaring the dog!
I...am throwing... candies in anger!
Went too hot too fast. Here.
I need...like five hours... to recharge my anger.
Hello, and welcome, William Penn Academy.
Thrilled to be back for what's shaping up to be
the most exciting school year with --
Oh, crap! She's already here!
Just get to class!
My God, lady.
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